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Mingcheng Commercial Bureau wants its department stores to participate in the Autumn Fair in October.

As the acting director of the department store, Fang Rong must lead a team to participate. She wrote plans non-stop and asked her subordinates to prepare products for the exhibition, such as clothes, candies, wine, etc., and prepare as much as possible so that they could have more products by then. Taking an order is a deal.

She and Xia Mingshuang are close partners. Knowing that Xia Mingshuang's aesthetics and opinions are higher than ordinary people, she naturally wants to invite people for guidance.

As an advanced worker in the Planning Section of the Commerce Bureau, Xia Mingshuang was naturally asked by his leaders to help the department store make suggestions.

So during this time, she doesn't have to go to the office every day, she only needs to deal with her own work.

She had already coordinated the production work of several communes and brigades in the second half of the year, and was now dragged by Fang Rong to a cooperative printing and dyeing factory in the department store.

Fang Rong planned to ask Minghui to make a batch of high-end shirts to take to the exhibition. According to the information she found, foreign consumption levels are high and they can afford 31 shirts.

Nowadays, the Chinese RMB to M gold is less than one to two. This is of course not the market price, but just the wishful thinking of the domestic planned economy. If it were sold to the country, the market price would be one to four or even higher.

Of course, the people in China don't understand this, and neither does Fang Rong.

Xia Mingshuang knew something, but it was hard to say anything. It was what she should do to follow the trend and appropriately influence the people around her.

Take this print for example.

If it is sold to Guoran or someone as a nostalgic piece a few decades later, that's fine. But if you sell it to the international market now, it will definitely be unsaleable.

She advised Fang Rong tactfully, "Director Fang, did we decide this pattern ourselves, or was it specified by a foreign customer?"

Fang Rong: "Other companies participating in the Canton Fair are like this."

Xia Mingshuang: "Director Fang, have you ever thought about it, we are socialism and they are capitalism, we are simple and pragmatic, but they are vain and compare and enjoy themselves and are so luxurious, right?"

Fang Rong thought for a while, and the long-term propaganda was like this, "Mingshuang, you know more, what do you say?"

Xia Mingshuang whispered: "Doesn't Doctor Lou live in our village? You know he studied abroad when he was young and saw the colorful world of capitalism. How could those arrogant and extravagant capitalists like tractors? You might as well give him They're printing Lamborghini."

Just kidding, not even a Lamborghini. Silk should have the style of China, which is Dongfeng’s mysterious thing.

Fang Rong was convinced and looked at Xia Mingshuang, "Mingshuang, tell me, what pattern should we use?"

Xia Mingshuang smiled and said: "The Silk Road in history, the distant Qin and Han Dynasties, and the glorious China are mysterious and romantic to Western countries. Of course, they represent our Chinese culture."

Today's domestic exports have little technical content and focus on cheap labor.

But Xia Mingshuang feels that if we can export culture to a certain extent and enhance the status and influence of Chinese symbols in the world when we are at a disadvantage and when we are struggling to create foreign exchange with cheap labor, that would be very, very good.

This will give a good start to the future foreign trade export business, so that those international profiteers will be less deceptive and exploitative of China, and will not set prices too low, excessively suck up cheap labor, and damage the domestic ecological environment.

For many years, they have sucked the blood of cheap domestic labor while creating public opinion to suppress China’s human rights and environmental issues. It’s like they have a knife in their left hand to bleed you, and a hammer in their right hand to hit your head. I’m afraid you can stand up. I'm going to knock you down to the ground.

Fang Rong gave several examples, but they were not very good.

She grabbed Xia Mingshuang's hand and said, "Mingshuang, tell me."

Xia Mingshuang: "I said, you have to believe me, and you have to stand up to the leadership."

Fang Rong smiled and said: "Don't worry, I believe you. Our cooperation in the past two years has always been a win-win situation."

Fang Rong admired Xia Mingshuang's vision, character, temperament, etc.

Xia Mingshuang: "What is our national flower?"

Fang Rong: "Peony."

Xia Mingshuang: "Yes, grace and splendor, lotus emerging from the mud and unstained, plum blossoms, and their fragrance coming from the bitter cold, these are all excellent meanings."

For 5000 years, the mighty China has been as gorgeous as a peony, attracting thousands of nations.

After going through hardships, like plum blossoms defying the frost and snow, enduring the cold winter, the fragrance finally comes from the bitter cold.

No matter she has been bullied or suppressed by others, she has always emerged from the mud like a lotus, noble and calm, bathed in the sun, stretching between heaven and earth.

After experiencing tragedy, one will eventually rise. It is a romance that belongs to the strong bathed in blood and fire.

Xia Mingshuang doesn't need to say these things hidden in the depths, because it would be meaningless to say them.

In order to make it easier for Fang Rong to convince the leader, Xia Mingshuang went with her to the pattern room of the printing and dyeing factory to look for suitable patterns.

It needs to be grand and bright, so that it meets the luxury definition of silk.

Of course, you can also print and dye a batch of fresh and elegant ones. After all, some people like this kind of low-key luxury romance.

Fang Rong asked several model masters to look for them together, and selected a few more to show to the leaders.

Xia Mingshuang reminded her, "Director Fang, show it to the leader to see what you like."

Don’t give it to someone you don’t like, maybe the leader will choose someone who is not suitable?

Besides, some leaders don’t understand this either. They may not necessarily pursue their own political goals in their positions. They still need to be pushed by people who understand business.

After all, this is the 70s, and many working people came to the job not through real skills, but through connections or other means.

They neither understand business nor international knowledge, nor do they understand art, printing and dyeing, etc. If they are allowed to make decisions, they are asking for trouble.

Fang Rong understood immediately and chose a few patterns that she and Xia Mingshuang thought were good.

She found a cheongsam master and a dress master with particularly good craftsmanship, as well as Minghui to make shirts, so that there were people in charge of several departments.

It is still possible to rush out the required exhibits before the Autumn Fair.

Of course, you have to dye the cloth first.

These silks, brocades, etc. are all provided by large factories in Jiangnan. There may not be such good silk textile production lines locally.

Silk can also be machine-woven, but good brocades are almost all hand-woven using ancient methods, especially those made of tapestry and jacquard weaving, where the patterns are woven during the weaving process.

At present, they don't use the high-end ones. They only need machine-woven plain twill silk, and then print and dye it in the appropriate color.

As a result, when Fang Rong submitted it for the first time, the superiors directly rejected it, saying, "The designs produced by our colleagues in the south of the Yangtze River are all about workers, peasants, soldiers, tractors, and large-scale construction. How energetic are they? We are too feudal!"

Fang Rong was so angry with him that she almost rolled her eyes on the spot.

In the end, she had no choice, so she went to Xia Mingshuang to find a solution.

"Mingshuang, you have many ways. Please help me think about how to convince them?"