"Mr. Yang! It turns out that Brother Xie helped recommend new products, which is why the 'Super White' facial mask has such a good reputation."
Ye Zihao hung up the phone and explained.
“This is word-of-mouth marketing!”
Yang Ruobing smiled slightly, obviously very satisfied with the current development momentum, and the word-of-mouth marketing she mentioned was actually a kind of oral inheritance between acquaintances. Once the product is effective, the chain effect will be more sensational than advertising during prime time.
"Mr. Yang! What should we do now?" Zhao Ying asked curiously.
"Work overtime! Try to complete all orders by the end of the month! I'll increase everyone's wages!"
Yang Ruobing called out.
"Yeah! Long live Mr. Yang!"
The crowd cheered for a while, as if they couldn't help but regard "Pretty Woman" as their home.
…
Within a month, the orders for facial masks were almost terrifying, and the factory worked overtime almost 24 hours a day.
Although everyone was very tired, Yang Ruobing promised them that if all orders were completed as scheduled, their wages would be increased by 20%.
Suddenly, everyone was as excited as if they had been shot, and everyone was full of fighting spirit.
However, those employees who had resigned before seemed a little unwilling to do so.
In just one month, the salary of my former colleagues has increased by 50%. Don't underestimate this 50%. You may be worried about the long-term calculation. After one year, you have made a lot of money.
Among them, those headed by Fatty Zhou were the most angry.
I saw a few of them having late-night snacks at a big stall, drinking and complaining about their unwillingness.
"Brother Zhou! I suspect that mother-in-law Yang Ruobing deliberately tricked us. As soon as we left, she increased our salary by half, damn! I feel so angry just thinking about it."
Some people got angry and cursed.
"Yes! I heard that that broken factory has developed a new product called 'Super White' facial mask, and orders are very popular." Someone said in agreement.
Fatty Zhou spat and said regretfully, "Damn it! If I had known this, I wouldn't have quit my job."
"Brother Zhou! I can't swallow this bad breath. How about... let's go back and steal some facial masks and resell them?"
Someone said in a low voice.
"This... this is illegal!" Fatty Zhou hesitated and said.
"What are you afraid of? We have been in that factory for more than ten years. We can tell where there are cameras with our eyes closed. As long as we hide what we are doing, everything will be fine."
Someone spoke and started to confuse.
"Well! Let me think about it!"
Fatty Zhou seemed a little moved, but couldn't make a decision for a while.
…
In fact, it wasn't just Fatty Zhou and the others who wanted to flirt with the pretty lady, but there were also other people, such as the Yang family in the capital.
When Yang Ruobing regretted her marriage, Yang Zhongyi felt that his face was very disgraceful, so he asked Yang Chaofan to secretly suppress the "Pretty Girl" company.
However, what surprised him was that "Qiao Jiaren", whose performance was average, suddenly experienced an increase in orders, and even supply exceeded demand.
Later, Yang Zhongyi inquired and learned that "Qiao Jiaren" had developed a new facial mask, and the market response was very enthusiastic.
The treacherous and cunning Yang Zhongyi senses that this is a huge business opportunity. If he can get the formula of the "super white" facial mask, the Yang family can be promoted to the ranks of the famous families in the capital.
So Yang Zhongyi decided to call his granddaughter Yang Ruobing in person.
That night!
Yang Ruobing was watching a movie in the living room, when her cell phone rang, and the caller was Yang Zhongyi.
She saw her brows twitching slightly, then picked up her phone and walked out of the house. Ye Zihao took a curious look and thought something had happened, so he followed her out secretly.
Outside the villa, the moonlight was like silver, and the evening breeze blew lightly.
At this time, Yang Ruobing's expression was colder than the moonlight. She pressed the answer button and said a faint hello: "Grandpa!"
"Haha! Xiaobing, you haven't called grandpa for so long. Have you forgotten grandpa?"
Yang Zhongyi on the other end of the phone spoke politely.
"I've been a little busy lately!" Yang Ruobing said in a cold tone, with no emotion on her pretty face.
Perhaps because he heard the coldness in his tone, Yang Zhongyi laughed and teased: "Xiaobing? Are you still angry with grandpa?"
"Don't dare!"
"You girl! Grandpa knows that you like to hide things in your heart." Yang Zhongyi smiled, and then said: "Grandpa will never force you to marry anyone again in the future."
"oh?"
There was a hint of surprise on Yang Ruobing's pretty face. In her impression, Yang Zhongyi was not so easy to talk to.
Sure enough, the next second, Yang Zhongyi suddenly changed his tone and said seriously: "But the condition is that you have to hand over the formula of the 'Super White' facial mask!"
"impossible!"
Yang Ruobing refused without thinking.
"Xiao Bing! You are from the Yang family. Don't you even listen to grandpa?"
Suddenly, Yang Zhongyi became angry, and his tone also contained the smell of gunpowder.
"A member of the Yang family? Except that I am a descendant of the Yang family in name, do any of you think that I am a member of the Yang family?"
Yang Ruobing smiled a few times, and the anger he had been suppressing seemed to explode at this moment.
"That's enough! Shut up!" Yang Zhongyi cursed on the spot, and then reprimanded: "Yang Ruobing! You are born as a member of the Yang family, and you die as a ghost of the Yang family! Since I am the head of the Yang family, I must represent the Yang family.
For your own sake, if you don’t hand over the formula, don’t blame me for being ruthless, grandpa.”
"Haha! The Yang family? You keep saying it's the Yang family, but have you ever thought about it for me? I, Yang Ruobing, am not a commodity. You, the Yang family, can't just give me to whomever you want!"
"I, Yang Ruobing, am not a puppet. I cannot do whatever you want!"
"Even if I have nothing in the end, I will not bow to fate! I am not a gift, I am a human being!! I have the right to pursue my own happiness!"
…
The unwillingness and grievances that Yang Ruobing had suppressed for many years were released at once like a volcano erupting.
Illegitimate daughter!
Family interest marriage!
A cash cow in the eyes of the Yang family!
…
Yang Ruobing was burdened with various labels, and she decided to tear off the labels that did not belong to her and live a new life.
Faced with Yang Ruobing's rebellion, Yang Zhongyi on the other end of the phone was so angry that he blew his beard and stared, his wrinkled old face turned red from suppressing it, and the veins on his forehead popped out.
"Yang Ruobing! You rebelled? How dare you talk to me like this?"
Yang Zhongyi was so angry that his whole body trembled and he roared angrily.
"That's all I'm saying, you want the formula unless I die!"
After that, Yang Ruobing hung up the phone.
After hanging up the phone, Yang Ruobing raised her head slightly and stared at the dark night above her head.
The suppressed emotions still broke out, and the grievance she suffered turned into two clear tears, sliding down quietly.
When Ye Zihao, who was not far away from her, saw this, he sighed slightly, feeling an indescribable feeling in his heart.
Especially after hearing Yang Ruobing's cry just now, he didn't realize until now that Yang Ruobing had been having a hard time these past few years.
So he walked up, put his coat on Yang Ruobing's fragrant shoulders, and said lightly: "It's cold here, go back inside!"
"Did you hear everything?"
"Um!"
"Do you think I'm pitiful?"
"No! I think you are great. If you need a shoulder to lean on, I can lend it to you!"
"Thanks!"
Yang Ruobing smiled sadly, then leaned her head on his shoulder, and the two of them just leaned on each other, looking at the moonlight in the night sky.
That night!
Yang Ruobing said nothing, but Ye Zihao knew that the clothes on his shoulders were wet.
Those were tears, tears that a woman had suppressed for more than 20 years!