Chapter 30

As the car drove east out, there were vast fields of farmland and forests, lush and verdant. The sky was very blue, with clouds floating. Summer Mu also realized at this time that the sky was bluer than that in J city.

Beck drove his Cayenne on the open national highway. In addition to Summer Mu, there were also Carl from the design department and Mark from the operations department on the car. They were going to the factory to have a look today. Everyone chatted along the way, creating a relaxed atmosphere.

When the car drove into the factory area, Summer Mu realized that Beck's factory was really not small. Looking up, the white factory buildings standing continuously were neat and tidy.

After getting off the car, she stood still. Beck walked over and asked, 'What are you looking at?'

She exclaimed, "It's so big. Beck, are you planning to build your own fashion empire?"

"My vision is not too bad. Come in with me."

All three of them came today with important matters, except for Summer Mu who mainly focused on visiting and learning. After spending over an hour exploring the entire factory area, especially after seeing the neatly stacked finished products in the warehouse, she actually had some ideas.

She roughly understood what style path Beck wanted to take. Firstly, the quality of the clothes here was considered excellent, especially in terms of materials and workmanship, and there was absolutely no situation of shoddy production that he previously despised. Again, the style followed the batch of goods he once provided for Y Supermarket, fashionable, simple, and generous. The price was definitely higher than the ordinary casual wear she saw on the market, but it's not too expensive.

Intuitively, Summer Mu thought this batch of products was very good. And she can't think of any competing brands with similar styles in the market at the moment.

When they returned to the main workshop, Beck and the others were all present. Mark looked up and saw her, smiling as he asked, "How about it? Are our company's products really good?"

 "Very good. "Summer Mu replied," it makes me want to buy it."

Beck was talking to the production director and looked up at her.

"Don't you know? Our own employees can buy it at a 40% discount. You can check if you like it and choose a few. By the day the store opens, it may sell out quickly and you won't be able to buy anything you want."said Mark.

"Really? "Summer Mu moved solidly," Then I really went to pick."

Mark smiled and said to Beck, "Beck, and you. We've agreed that on the day of the opening, everyone will wear the company's clothes. You're the boss, you have to set an example."

Beck replied, "Okay." He looked at Summer Mu and said, "Go pick two for me."

Summer Mu: "Oh, what style do you like?"

"You are the marketing manager, choose yourself."

Mark and Carl next to him both smiled. Summer Mu thought to herself, "I haven't chosen clothes for men before." After thinking for a moment, she confirmed again, 'Are you wearing 180, right?'

Beck smiled faintly and said, "Am I still wearing a 170?"

Mark chuckled, but Carl reached out to cover his face and said, "Mr.Beck, do you still want us 170s to work? It's so frustrating."

 Summer Mu couldn't help but laugh and met Beck's gaze. In his dark and gloomy eyes, there was also a smile.

Summer Mu went to the warehouse behind to pick out clothes. Beck finished handling the matter at hand and walked over leisurely. From a distance, he saw her standing in front of a box of goods, looking down to select. He was also wearing a men's casual polo shirt in his hand. Beck glanced at it and found it to be a decent choice.

Then he saw her took out a few pieces of women's underwear and looked down at them, as if picking shapes. Beck had good eyesight and the two were not far apart, so he easily caught a glimpse of the size on the hang tag: 32B.

After selecting it, Summer Mu put it into a small plastic bag and turned around to see Beck suddenly appear. She was slightly stunned and a little embarrassed. Seeing his calm expression, as if he hadn't seen anything, she relaxed. Hand him the selected men's clothing and the two of them walked out of the warehouse together.

Summer Mu had been working at the company for several days now, but she hadn't seen any serious work assigned by Beck. At most, she had been running around with her. She had been wanting to ask for a long time, so she spoke up, "Beck, look, I'm the only child in the marketing department, and there's no job description for me in the human resources department. What exactly do I need to do for this position?"

Beck retorted, "You haven't figured it out yet."

Summer Mu was stunned for a moment. This was the first time she felt the pressure he brought as a superior.

"No."

Fortunately, Beck seemed to be in a good mood today and did not continue to be harsh on her. Instead, he said, "Before you came, I was actually responsible for the marketing department. Since we are in the market, if you don't know where to start, go and understand the market first."

After thinking for a moment, Summer Mu nodded and said, "Okay."

The two of them walked silently forward for a while, and she spoke again, "Shall I go out to the market and have my transportation expenses reimbursed?"

Beck glanced at her and said, "Report."

 " Lunch expenses."

"Report everything. "Beck interrupted her.

Summer Mu let out a "oh" and smiled.

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However, even Beck did not expect that in the next four days, Summer Mu would not even be seen. She hadn't been to the company from morning till night.

On the afternoon of the the fourth day, he called Mark, who was sitting next to her, into the office and asked, "What about Summer Mu?" Seeing that he looked ill, Mark cautiously replied, "I don't know... she didn't tell me."

After Beck returned home that night and finished his work, he looked out the window at the dim lights and took out his phone.

"Where are you?"

Summer Mu on the other end replied, "I'm at the company."

Beck fell silent for a moment and spoke coldly, "Summer Mu, I invited you here to work for me. As a department manager, shouldn't you report progress to the boss every day? Are you planning to fend for yourself in my company?"

After a moment of silence, Summer Mu replied, "I understand. I'm sorry Beck, I don't have experience as a department head. I will improve in the future."

"What are you doing in the company now? "Beck asked again.

"I am organizing the research results of the past few days and would like to submit a report to you."

Beck hung up the phone.

The night was already deep, with a full moon hanging in the sky and black clouds receding far away, guarding the surroundings. Beck pushed open the company door and saw that in the darkness of the room, only a light was shining in front of her desk, like a small island. And she turned her back to him, completely unaware.

Beck lowered his head and glanced at his watch: 11:50.

He slowly approached.

 Perhaps it was the cold midnight, she coughed lightly twice and still stared at the screen, her fingers jumping on the keyboard like flying. She was wearing a coat, and on the table, besides piles of documents, there was also a finished fast food lunch box. She looked very focused and calm, immersed in her work.

This scene was familiar, and Beck remembered his former self.

That was still in the United States, where he, who had just graduated from college, challenged the New York fruit industry giant with a small test of his hand. At the height of the confrontation, the company was cut off from water and electricity, some employees were injured and sent to the hospital, and the company also received threatening letters. At that time, some of the people who followed him to start a business were anxious. After all, he was just a newly graduated young man with no foundation.

At that time, there were many nights when he worked alone until the latest, sitting alone in the office. It's also like this light, wearing a suit jacket, and not caring about anything else or anyone else.

He walked up behind her. She seemed to have sensed something and slowly turned around. Beck reached out and placed it on her shoulder. She was so scared that her whole body trembled. Beck smiled faintly and said, "What are you panicking about? Are you afraid the boss will investigate your job?"

Summer Mu saw it was him, breathed a sigh of relief, and then angrily said, "Beck! You scared me to death."

Beck smiled again and his gaze fell on the screen: "What insights are you writing?"

His hand was still resting on her shoulder, neither light nor heavy, with slender fingers. At the corner of Summer Mu's eye, he caught a glimpse and his heart fluttered gently with the wings of a flying bird. She looked at the screen and replied, "I have three research conclusions, but they should all be in your plan."

"Speak up."

"Firstly, I have investigated and found that currently in the Beijing market, including surrounding counties and cities, although there are several brands with the same style as ours, they do not have sufficient market influence. Some of them have uneven quality, and some also sell products in other styles at the same time. The pricing system is also chaotic. That is to say, there are no influential competitors who accurately position themselves in our style and price. Therefore, we are the first one."

"Well, continue."

The surroundings were very quiet, with dim light. Only their voices, questioning and answering, were empty and silent, with a feeling that was not very real.

Summer Mu pointed to the densely packed table on the screen and said, "Secondly, this is the style, price, and main customer distribution data of several major brands on the market. The data sources are some industry analysis reports and some industry survey data that our company has conducted before. It can be seen that the brands in the domestic market are high-end, very high-end, and have high prices, mostly for business brands; mid-range leisure brands are not fashionable enough, the product quality is not hard, but the prices are selling like us, even higher than us. There is no need to compare the low-end. However, the mid-range is actually the largest market, especially we also pay attention to fashion sense. Clothes that cost more than one hundred or several hundred dollars will be bought by white-collar workers and students. What we will face is the widest profit margin."

 " Thirdly. "she looked at a silhouette of him on the table," I went to the store you were planning to visit. To be honest, I was quite surprised and shocked. I didn't expect you to open such a large store, rent it in the best and most expensive mall, and decorate it so simply. I can't say exactly what's good about it, but stepping inside, it feels quite comfortable, friendly, and fresh. And this kind of decoration should also save a lot of costs. It's a win-win situation, right?"

Muhan Xia turned his head to look at him.

Beck's eyes were silent.

He knew she was intelligent and sharp. However, after reviewing the industry, she had already fully understood all of his plans.

He chuckled silently and said, "You've said so much, but for me, there's always only one strategy."

Summer Mu was taken aback and asked, "What is it?"

"Didn't you already see through it when you were at L?"

Summer Mu was suddenly shrouded in mist. As the two were close, he stood behind her again. She seemed to feel the breath in his arms, and her heart was pounding: "I don't understand."

He replied, "In all business, all pursuit of interests, there is always only one rule for the winner: establish the shortest and most accurate path from your product to your target customer group. Don't you understand? I only produce the products that my target customer group is most interested in and least needed. I open my store in the most visible location for them, and I use warehouse style decoration to reduce intermediate costs... Everything I do is to deliver accurate products to the right customers in the shortest distance, and I will get the maximum benefit from it. This is no different from the lychee you almost sold at L, and I used to sell fruits in the United States."

Summer Mu was stunned, while he stared at her. After a while, she suddenly smiled and nodded, "Got it, wait! I'll take note of this." Then she turned around, picked up her notebook and pen, and wrote vigorously.

A faint smile appeared in Beck's eyes. He looked at the lively radiance in her eyes and at her lowered neck. That line was fair and clean, with a little soft baby fat.

Beck raised his hand and lightly scraped her neck with his finger.

Summer Mu stiffened slightly, feeling a tingling sensation like flowing water that quickly spread to his entire neck and body at the point where he dropped his finger.

 She remained motionless.

Beck's deep voice sounded in her ear, 'What else is there?'

"Um... let me take another look."

The night and light lingered around the two, and everything in this silence had an unreal illusion. However, in this late night, in a corner of this vast city, only they were so close, continuing to talk about pursuing profits and planning, revealing their ambitions to each other. This feeling was so real and close.