Chapter 38: It's You!

He hung up the phone.

Tang Song sat on the sofa for about four or five minutes before his phone rang again.

He answered the call.

"Hello, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, Mr. Tang! Under normal circumstances, based on the production schedule and your custom options, it would take about 60 days." The female customer service representative paused before continuing, "However, our General Manager Zhao applied to headquarters on your behalf. We can transfer a ready-made car from another location for you. The color scheme and option packages will be identical to your order, and you can come to pick up the car and get your license plates next Monday."

She placed extra emphasis on the words "General Manager Zhao," as if trying to convey something.

"Alright, thank you very much."

"It's our pleasure! Is your WeChat linked to this phone number? I'll add you on WeChat and send you the details regarding the vehicle pickup later. You can contact me anytime if you have any questions."

"Yes."

"Great, then I won't disturb you any longer. Goodbye!"

After hanging up, Tang Song couldn't help but clench his fists.

Today was Thursday, which meant he could get the car in just three days. This speed far exceeded his expectations.

Checking the time, Tang Song packed his things and walked briskly downstairs.

His three days of annual leave were used up; he had to go to work today and, while at it, refine his entrepreneurship plan.

Driving through the stream of traffic, watching the cars pass by one after another.

Tang Song unconsciously compared them to the BMW 330i that was about to be his.

He felt like none of them were as handsome as his little 3!

Then he looked at the steering wheel of the Wuling Hongguang in his hands.

He suddenly felt a strange sense of guilt, feeling that his current mindset was quite dangerous—a bit like a "player."

Just a few days ago, after getting his first car in life, he had cherished it immensely.

Now, with a 400,000-yuan BMW on the horizon, he had immediately started to become fickle and ungrateful.

...

Linjin Building, underground parking lot.

Tang Song parked his car, and just as he stepped out, he saw a pink Audi A5 slowly driving toward him, parking in a fixed spot near the elevator entrance.

The employees of Jinxiu Trading were all familiar with this car.

It belonged to the company goddess, Tian Jing from the Human Resources Department. An A5 Coupe in Ice Berry Pink, a two-door, four-seat coupe that was very eye-catching, with a landed price of just over 400,000 yuan.

With a soft "click," the car door was pushed open.

Carrying her bag and sporting a bun hairstyle, Tian Jing stepped out, her cool-toned pale skin standing out prominently in the underground garage.

She wore a knitted short-sleeved top with a small bear print, a striped pleated skirt, and a pair of BAPE casual shoes.

An outfit that radiated the energy of a youthful girl.

As if noticing the colleague walking toward her, she paused her steps.

Holding her bag in her right hand, she waved her left hand and said sweetly, "Morning."

"Morning." Tang Song smiled and followed Tian Jing into the elevator lobby, maintaining a tacit silence.

The two were not actually that close; they only had a few exchanges during the Friday afternoon tea breaks.

Tang Song's biggest impression of her was her fair skin and sweet looks.

"Ding—" The elevator doors slowly opened.

The two stepped inside, following the sparse crowd.

Since it was peak commuting time, the elevator became packed instantly after passing the first floor.

At some point, an exquisite bun appeared in front of Tang Song.

Looking down, he saw delicate earlobes and a fair, slender neck.

A faint scent of perfume wafted toward him—a very high-end scent, carrying a fresh, woody aroma.

Tang Song unconsciously took a deep breath, feeling a bit lightheaded.

The elevator stopped and started, finally coming to a halt on the 20th floor.

The two stepped out quickly and walked toward the office area.

"Manager Tian, good morning! You look beautiful again today."

"Sister Yuanyuan, stop teasing me. Just call me Xiao Jing."

"Morning, Manager Tian!"

"Morning."

Along the way, every colleague they encountered greeted Tian Jing warmly and proactively.

Hearing the title "Manager," Tang Song belatedly remembered.

He had indeed received a notification in his corporate email and DingTalk earlier.

The Human Resources Department had undergone a structural adjustment, and Tian Jing had been officially promoted to the position of Compensation Manager.

The distribution of employee salaries, performance appraisals, and the maintenance of the compensation system all fell under her authority.

To hold a middle-management position at Jinxiu Trading at her age, she clearly had significant backing.

Sitting at his workstation, he chatted with colleagues for a while about his driving experience with the Wuling Hongguang.

Tang Song opened his computer and began to seriously organize his thoughts regarding his startup.

...

"Specifically, our company would collaborate with brand owners and manufacturers. After obtaining authorization, we would act as an agent to sell their products. Through over ten years of accumulation and deep cultivation in the offline sector, we have over 500 distributors spanning the entire North China region..."

Tang Song nodded thoughtfully, closed his laptop, and said, "I understand, Brother Zhang. I'll head back now."

Brother Zhang smiled and patted his shoulder. "Alright, feel free to come find me anytime if you have questions."

"Will do, thanks."

Leaving the small meeting room, he returned to his desk.

Looking at the Word document he had organized, Tang Song felt a bit overwhelmed, unsure of where to start.

All day today, under the pretext of conducting requirement analysis for the business system, he had engaged in in-depth communications with colleagues from the Marketing, Sales, and Channel departments.

His main goal was to understand the current market status, development trends, competitive landscape of the clothing industry, as well as the company's business operation model.

The results were very pessimistic; he had thought too simply.

The current clothing industry was in a state of intense struggle; competition between online and offline was extremely fierce, making it a "Red Ocean." Countless companies went bankrupt every year.

Jinxiu Trading was engaged in the agency and distribution of branded clothing, focusing on channels and supply chains.

This model relied entirely on the company's connections and social resources, which he could not replicate at all.

If he wanted to do clothing sales through e-commerce or physical stores, he would have to accumulate experience from scratch and figure it out slowly.

For someone with a planned schedule like him, that would be a massive waste of time.

Besides that, there was a better option: finding an industry insider to start a business as partners.

That would be a time-saving and labor-saving solution.

He had 1 million yuan in capital, a ready-made office space, and high-quality supply chain channels.

If he could add an experienced veteran to run the operations, the probability of success would be very high.

In that case, the biggest problem would be the choice of partner.

Unfortunately, he had no friends in the clothing sales industry. Collaborating blindly with someone he didn't know would carry great risk.

Ability and experience were easy enough to verify, screen, and evaluate through various means.

Tang Song's biggest concern was whether the partner's values would align with his own entrepreneurial philosophy.

Otherwise, a mountain of trouble would surely await him in the future.

Such situations were common in various news reports.

After frowning in thought for a long while, a name suddenly flashed through Tang Song's mind.

Gao Mengting!

Although he had only met her once, this girl had left a deep impression on him.

Serious and meticulous, steady and polite, sentimental, and exceptionally beautiful.

She was a truly outstanding talent.

Moreover, she had been in the clothing sales industry for over three years and possessed rich professional experience, making her fully qualified to be a partner.

Thinking of her tears on the day she sold the car, the words she had said, her social media posts, and his own Wuling Hongguang.

Tang Song took a deep breath. Great! It's you!

He pulled out his phone and opened Gao Mengting's WeChat.

He left a message: "Boss Gao, would it be convenient to send me your shop's address? I want to go buy a few pieces of clothing this weekend."

(End of Chapter)