Jiang Luo had actually been keeping an eye on Mo Wanzhen all along, knowing that she was doing well at the counter and achieving good sales.
He got straight to the point: “Nothing serious. I just want to ask if you’re willing to work at the women’s clothing counter that’s about to open.”
“There’s a commission—sell more, earn more.”
“If you do well, you could be promoted to store manager.”
Mo Wanzhen was surprised; she hadn’t expected the company to reach out to her for this.
She immediately nodded. “I’d be happy to. I’ll work hard, Boss Jiang.”
And just like that, Mo Wanzhen was transferred to the “Vilanido” counter. She, along with two other salesgirls, organized the counter and the back warehouse in preparation for the grand opening.
On September 30th, the Vilanido counter officially opened.
Because the department store management was strict and didn’t allow flower arrangements at the entrance, there were no grand opening bouquets outside. Inside, however, a small arrangement of fresh flowers was placed on a display table for decoration.
“Welcome.”
A woman walked in, becoming the first customer of Vilanido.
“Wow.”
She quietly exclaimed, impressed by the store.
The clothing was neatly displayed, each piece visible at a glance. All were autumn pieces, brightly colored and stylish, instantly catching the eye.
“Anything you like? Feel free to browse.”
“If you see something you like, tell me your size and I’ll get it for you to try on.”
Mo Wanzhen greeted the customers warmly and attentively.
Meanwhile, Jiang Luo was doing what?
Sleeping soundly in his room at the Jing’an Hilton, pulling the curtains closed. The past few days had been non-stop; today, with the counter open, he could finally rest.
He slept until the afternoon, had a quick meal at the Hilton restaurant, and then leisurely headed to the company.
At the office, Accountant Xue noticed him and snorted. “The clothing store opened this afternoon, and you just show up now? Really carefree, aren’t you?”
“Then you worry if you want,” Jiang Luo said, hands in pockets, strolling into the office without a care.
He glanced at the accounts on the desk—no issues—and tossed them aside. Then he opened a drawer, pulled out a lollipop, unwrapped it, popped it in his mouth, and stood up.
Moving to the design table, he casually started sketching new clothing.
Suddenly, the door banged three times and was pushed open. A male colleague rushed in. “Boss Jiang! Mo Wanzhen called—two sizes are sold out, and the warehouse is out too. She wants to know if there’s any stock left at the company.”
Excited, he added, “Doesn’t this mean they’re selling really well?”
“I answered the call. The line was noisy. The store is crowded, everyone’s trying on clothes and even lining up to do so.”
Jiang Luo turned calmly. “Stop making a fuss.”
“Tell her to register the sizes that aren’t available; we’ll send the stock over tomorrow.”
The colleague continued excitedly, “Tomorrow? That means selling tomorrow’s clothes already!”
“Should the factory deliver?”
“The store’s busy—I’ll pick up and move the stock upstairs myself.”
Seeing Jiang Luo so unbothered, he said, “Boss! React a little!”
“Fine, I’ll call Old Zhang,” he muttered, turning and leaving, ignoring Jiang Luo entirely.
Jiang Luo didn’t bother, continuing his sketches at the design table, a faint, confident smirk on his lips—of course he knew the clothes would sell well.
Even without the advantage of being reborn into the 90s, in his previous life he could still predict which styles would be hits.
At the counter, Mo Wanzhen handled a few female customers while filling out sales slips. “Sorry, we’re out of stock, the warehouse’s empty too.”
“Leave me your phone number. Once we restock, I’ll call immediately.”
“If it’s inconvenient to come to the store, we can deliver to your home.”
She handed the receipt to another customer. “Turn right after leaving, straight to the cashier to pay. Three items total 865—no discount, please have exact change ready.”
Meanwhile, the male colleague went to Yong’an Department Store to pick up stock from Juxiang Town, where workers were sending clothing into the city.
Back at the office, Jiang Luo, lollipop in mouth, casually designed at the table.
Accountant Xue knocked, peeked in. “Patience of a saint, huh? First day, and sales are already this good.”
Jiang Luo didn’t even turn. “Make me some tea.”
Xue laughed. “Pretending, right? Acting like it’s nothing?”
He added, “Want to guess today’s revenue?”
Jiang Luo ignored him, repeating, “Tea!”
“Fine, fine,” Xue said, smiling. “You’re the boss—you decide. A profitable boss—everyone follows you.”
Tea arrived. Just as Jiang Luo took a sip, the phone rang again.
He picked up: “Hello?”
On the line, Manager Yu from Yong’an Department Store exclaimed, “Xiao Jiang, it’s you again—you’re amazing! ‘Vilanido’ is packed! The cashier on that floor has been busy all morning just handling your counter!”
Jiang Luo grinned. “All thanks to you giving us the opportunity, Manager Yu.”
Yu laughed. “Next time, dinner’s on me. Let’s eat together.”
“Sure,” Jiang Luo replied with a smile.
After hanging up, he returned to the design table, proud and carefree. This was the 1990s—his time to shine.
That night, after the department store closed at 9:30, the counter’s sales totaled over 12,000 yuan—despite limited stock and some customers leaving empty-handed.
Mo Wanzhen brought the good news to the office, and the staff erupted in cheers and applause.
Jiang Luo emerged from the office. Someone shouted, “Boss Jiang, should we celebrate?”
He smirked lazily. “Let’s hit the club. Drinks, food, whatever.”
Cheers erupted. Mo Wanzhen beamed from the heart.
They went to a nearby club. Jiang Luo booked a large booth, stocked it with drinks, and leaned back, arms spread across the sofa, legs crossed, exuding a relaxed, flamboyant charm.
Colleagues toasted; he clinked glasses casually, drank at ease.
Watching Mo Wanzhen play dice with coworkers and Accountant Xue enjoying peanuts and drinks, he smiled.
As a new, upbeat song played, Jiang Luo subconsciously tapped to the rhythm.
Life, career, making money—it had to feel this exhilarating. And this was just the beginning.
The next day, before leaving the Hilton for Juxiang Town, Jiang Luo called the workshop to tell Zhang Ningfu to hire more workers.
Afterward, he drove to the workshop to check stock preparation and garment production efficiency.
At Yong’an Department Store, the Vilanido counter welcomed many customers again.
Mo Wanzhen, having visited the company yesterday, handled customers confidently: “Feel free to try anything you like. Our warehouse stock is limited, but rest assured, once you buy, we’ll restock immediately and can deliver to your home. We also provide after-sales service—if buttons fall off or threads come loose, bring the clothes back and we’ll fix them.”
Thus, the counter handled sales, while the Juxiang Town workshop produced the clothing. The counter operated from 9:30 a.m. to 9:30 p.m., while the workshop ran three shifts daily—24 hours of sewing, inspection, and shipping.