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Chapter 35 The first batch of orders from the Taobao store

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    On Friday morning, Xue Qiandai went to China Central Place to deliver coffee to Zhao Jiening.  Oh, today, she is wearing a smoky blue cultural shirt, and the expression pack is happy, feeling like she is about to fly.

    A very high-end color matches a very high-level person.

    Zhao Jiening brought two colleagues down to get coffee, and the girls all stared at Xue Qiandai with light in their eyes.

    Zhao Jiening had a straight face, very unhappy.  "I ordered afternoon tea, and you come to deliver it in the morning, am I not your vvip?"

    These words are very confusing.  But not in the afternoon, I have to make desserts in the afternoon, and there is a group purchase order in the tide.  "Well, I have something to do in the afternoon, who asked you to appoint me to deliver it? A cup of coffee in the morning will keep you refreshed all day, you can try it."

    Zhao Jiening picked up her cup of cappuccino and bit the straw, just like biting Xue Qiandai.  The fierce little leopard's eyes showed no intention of going upstairs at all.

    Well, this is the chat service again.  Xue Qiandai slandered, "Sister, don't you want to work?"

    "Are you going to collect all Pantone's popular colors this year?" Zhao Jiening asked again.

    Xue Qiandai is such a transparent person, she understood what she said, she pursed her lips and smiled, "Yes, yes, you are a vvip customer of our shop, of course we have to take care of your opinion, we can't be hot on you anymore  Eyes. Are you satisfied with the new uniform?"

    Zhao Jiening sized her up and rubbed her pointed chin, "Not only is she satisfied, she's simply not too good-looking! Where did you buy it, and give me an address."

    Xue Qiandai tugged at the hem of her clothes, tiptoed and turned around.  There were people coming and going in the lobby, and several business white-collar workers stopped to look at her.

    "It's printed with our store's logo, and it's a customized model." When she said this, Xue Qiandette was proud.

    Yes, she is proud enough.  This series of cultural shirts takes into account popular fashion elements, and also brings out the vitality and quality of the coffee shop.  Xue Qiandai felt that the booming business of the coffee shop in the past few days must have an inseparable relationship with the improvement of its image.

    Zhao Jiening's two colleagues said "wow" together.

    "Do you know?" Zhao Jiening spit out a few words, "I shared the cultural shirt you wore on Douban for three days in a row, and 80% of the netizens left me a message saying that the emoji package is so cute and cute. Where is it?"  You can buy it; more than a dozen netizens said that she had seen it near the China World Trade Center; and several netizens asked for your contact information, Miss Sister, please-deliver-go.¡±

    Xue Qiandai looked at her without blinking and listened carefully.  At the last sentence, she burst out laughing.  "Tell them that the famous flower has its owner, so don't worry about it."

    "Miss, we also want to buy your T-shirts, but we can't find them after a search on a certain treasure." The girl at work was very frustrated, and her love for the T-shirts was beyond words.

    An inspiration suddenly hit my heart.

    Maybe, they opened another door of Taobao store, so many people like emoticon pack cultural shirts, why don't they sell them online?  By the way, you can also advertise the coffee shop.

    Thinking of this, Xue Qiandai cleared her throat and said, "This t-shirt has seven colors, corresponding to seven emoticons. You have seen four of them, Jiening. We really didn't think about selling them"

    The three of Zhao Jiening were very disappointed, feeling that today's happiness died.

    Xue Qiandai immediately turned around, with extremely precise psychological and emotional control, "But, if you like, I can customize it. The retail price"

    She thought that Jian Yan's Grimace T was 59, and she would sell twice as much Grimace T.  "119. If you want to collect all the seven-color rainbow bags, you can get a 10% discount. You can get the finished product in about a week after placing the order."

    Girls, most of them have choice disorder and fetish collection, and the white-collar workers in CBD are not short of money.  It is very possible to have seven colors in hand.

    Sure enough, Zhao Jiening was the first to express her opinion: "I want a rainbow bag. Oh, by the way, can I not have that long-legged coffee cup? I just want an emoji bag."

    That won't work, Xue Qiandai still has principles, and this cultural shirt coffee shop has half of the copyright.  "Oh, sorry."

    Zhao Jiening licked the back of the teeth, releasing her little wildness, "Didn't you say custom-made?"

    "Yes, it's tailor-made for the coffee shop." Xue Qiandai added: "It will take a few days to place an order. If you still decide, I will send you a link at that time, and you will receive the goods if you are satisfied. There is no reason to return within seven days.  Report the size."

    She estimated that a few days would be enough to build a Taobao store.

    A male white-collar worker squeezed over from the crowd, "Miss, can I leave your number? I want to order two too."

    "Hey, do you want my contact information?" Xue Qiandai joked, she deliberately looked at the people in the lobby, "If you want to order a hot-style t-shirt, come and register with me."

    Xue Qiandai is born with clothes hangers, and her cultural shirts have personality.°¡À²À² A dozen white-collar workers surrounded them, and Xue Qiandai took a pen to write down one by one.

    After finishing the processing, Xue Qiandai checked the time and had to go back to the shop to make desserts.  "Miss Zhao, I see that you really love coffee. I kindly invite you to drink freshly ground coffee in our shop. The taste is a hundred times better than takeaway. I guarantee it with my character."

    "Really?" Zhao Jiening's eyes were bright.

    "Yes, I don't tell ordinary people. Our baristas have won awards in the world, and the small shop is Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon."

    In Light Year Coffee Shop, Lan Shan sneezed.  At this moment, he still doesn't know that he has already planted a seed in the heart of the daughter of the financial family.

    "Okay, when I have time."

    Xue Qiandai went back to the coffee shop in a hurry, and called Jin Xiangyu and Jian Yan. Regarding the launch of the t-shirts, she needed a long-term plan.  Back in the store, You Duoduo rushed up and said with a smile, "Dai Dai, I'll be with you for the tidal coffee delivery this afternoon. Today they ordered 74 grandes, and the desserts are also doubled."

    There are so many points, what are you doing?  Second Monk Xue Qian and Dai Zhang couldn't figure it out.

    But Jian Yan and Jin Xiangyu haven't come back yet, so she simply started making desserts first.  After everything was done, the two of them also came back.

    Xue Qiandai held a round table meeting on the spot.

    "I want to tell you a good news. We have received the first batch of orders for our rainbow-colored emoji t-shirts from the elite white-collar workers of the China Central Place."

    Can cultural shirts still sell for money?  The money fan Jin Xiangyu was dumbfounded, and it took him a long time to realize it.  "You mean, someone wants to buy it" She pointed to Xue Qiandai's smog blue, "our cultural shirt?"

    Xue Qiandai nodded, her eyes almost crooked with a smile.

    Jian Yan applauded, her palms turned red.  "Dai Dai is great! You must be a doll hanger fan."

    Lan Shan brought three cups of coffee to the three ladies, which was a reward for those who can.

    "You are not here. I set a price of 119 yuan without permission. You can get a 10% discount if you buy seven colors. Sister Yu, half of the copyright of the cultural shirts belongs to the coffee shop, but the design and customer development are the resources of Jian Yan and me. Therefore, my suggestion is to buy cultural shirts.  You will share half of the profit, and Jian Yan and I will share half."

    Jin Xiangyu stared fixedly at Xue Qiandai, the girl was full of youthful vigor, and she couldn't hide her wanton flamboyance in her eyes.  Creative and practical, she has only been in the store for two weeks, and both the number of orders and customer satisfaction have increased significantly.  Perhaps, she is the noble person of Jin Xiangyu.

    "Dai Dai, the T-shirts are your credit, you can share them among yourself. As long as the coffee business is good, I'll be fine. In the future, I will depend on you."

    Don't wait for three days to look at each other with admiration.  Jin Xiangyu, whom she sees every day, is impressive at the moment, and Xue Qiandai and Jian Yan are still more used to her philistine and philistine atmosphere.  I am not used to being so concerned about the general situation and the overall situation all of a sudden.

    "Sister Yu," Jian Yan held Jin Xiangyu's hand, "the coffee shop is the second home of Dai Dai and me, and we will definitely do a good job in business. Your logo is still printed on the T-shirt, and you can share it with me."  Take it, so we can let it go later."

    Jin Xiangyu agreed.  Originally, she also had a bit of heartache, but Jian Yan just went down the steps as she said so.

    After discussing the major issues, Jian Yan took Xue Qiandai to the corner.  "Dai Dai, we're moving tomorrow. Pastor Yuan said he would come to help us, and we've found a moving car."

    Xue Qiandai understands, this progress is okay, senior Yuan is very good!  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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