struggle in a small town

Chapter 196 Are You Really Willing To Give Up?

After the live broadcast, Zhang Xuejiao didn't want to come again.

Lin Zhiyuan has been doing ideological work for her, hoping that she will digest those unbearable remarks as nourishment for her growth, so that she can become better and stronger.

Lin Zhiyuan also found a lot of similar comments on the Internet and showed her that "legs play for years" are all light, at best it is a joke.

Some have come under the category of sexual harassment.

For this reason, Zhang Xuejiao had a big fight with him: "Would you like to see your wife being said that by a man?"

Lin Zhiyuan is definitely not willing, but he can't control netizens.

"Who dares to say it in front of me? The Internet is a mask and a fig leaf. Those people hide behind and say hello, which means that their lives are not satisfactory, and they can only find fun on the Internet."

"You can insult women if you don't like it?"

Zhang Xuejiao looked at him as if she didn't know him, she was not the only one who had learned these things.

But anyone who has been to elementary school must know it.

Lin Zhiyuan pinched the bridge of his nose sadly.

Just past the easy break, Xiaoxue is just too straight.

After rationalizing his thoughts, he continued to persuade: "You won't rise to such a height, you always have to give others a way to vent their emotions."

"That's fine. I won't stop him from venting, but he can't face me."

"If you want to make money through live broadcasts, you have to endure these."

Zhang Xuejiao snorted softly, turned her head and left: "Then the live broadcast will not be broadcast."

"The data on the first day of broadcasting is so good, are you really willing to give up?"

Zhang Xuejiao waved her hands with her back to him, thinking that she had only tried on two sets of clothes, so what would be the difference?

Lin Zhiyuan's heart moved, he called Lin Tiantian, and immediately pulled Xiaoxue over there.

Zhang Xuejiao tugged at his arm: "What are you doing? I won't broadcast it anymore!"

"Let's see."

Zhang Xuejiao reluctantly followed him to the sales department, where the lights were brightly lit, and ten computers were all turned on, and there were people sitting in front of six of them typing away.

Lin Tiantian and Zuo Ting were busy like spinning tops, answering questions for one, looking for information for another, and busy in front of the empty computer from time to time.

Lin Zhiyuan called Lin Tiantian out and asked her directly: "How is the sales?"

Although Lin Tiantian thought it was strange, she had asked about it just now, but she was so excited: "The two dresses Sister Jiao tried on were sold out! The pleated skirt sold more than 1000 pieces in half an hour, and the other one More than 2000 pieces were sold."

Zhang Xuejiao opened her mouth in surprise, feeling unbelievable.

The pleated skirt is under the "Yunshang" brand, priced at 500 yuan, which is not cheap at all.

The other one belongs to "Yun Yiyi" and only sells for 150.

Originally, "Yun Yiyi" was positioned as an ordinary consumer, which can be regarded as high quality and low price.

According to the usual sales records, most of the clothes purchased by customers are priced between 50 and 200.

Therefore, the sales volume of "Yun Yiyi" is always more than ten times that of "Yun Shang".

A situation like today that only doubles is unprecedented.

Lin Tiantian's excited eyes lit up, and her face was flushed: "The sales are still increasing, and there are people in the backstage who are always consulting."

When Zhang Xuejiao left, she was dizzy.

Among other things, just that pleated skirt sold 50 pieces, and the turnover was [-]!

Only half an hour!

It can catch up with the flow of the previous half month!
Go on like this.
Zhang Xuejiao didn't dare to think about it.

Lin Zhiyuan took her for a walk around the development center to calm her down.

Zhang Xuejiao said she couldn't calm down!
A piece of clothing sold for 50!
Just because of a live broadcast!

Only then did Lin Zhiyuan ask her: "Is it still on the air?"

Zhang Xuejiao choked.

She swore just now that she would not broadcast it, and now she is slapping her in the face?
But who has a grudge against money?
Broadcast, of course.

The second live broadcast was three days later.

Zhang Xuejiao was fully prepared. Facing those teasing, teasing, and harassing people, she pretended she didn't see them, and only answered questions from real customers.

During the two-hour live broadcast, she changed a total of 20 sets of clothes, trying to convey the information as completely and accurately as possible.

No embellishment, no exaggeration, just what it should be.

Facing the camera, she still kept her original idea: "I hope that my sisters will become more and more beautiful and more confident wearing my clothes."

After the broadcast, although the individual sales of each item of clothing were not as good as last time, the total amount was 20 more than last time, totaling 115 million.

Lin Zhiyuan hugged Xiaoxue and circled around: "My wife is amazing."

But she was a little worried: "If customers lose their freshness, sales may drop."

"As long as you insist on live broadcasting, more new customers will definitely know you."

While talking, Qi Yun called.

Zhang Xuejiao took the mobile phone, sat on Lin Zhiyuan's lap to connect, and pressed the speakerphone: "Hello?"

"Crazy!" Qi Yun said in a loud voice, "The backstage has been ringing, I thought there was a problem with the network! What kind of magic did you cast?"

Zhang Xuejiao naturally gave the credit to Lin Zhiyuan: "My husband came up with the idea to let me sell clothes live."

"Your husband is such a genius!"

Lin Zhiyuan moved closer to Zhang Xuejiao's ear, his voice was very soft: "Did you hear that?"

Zhang Xuejiao gave him a pinch, and replied Qi Yun: "He is quite powerful."

"Next time you bring your husband over to play, I will treat you well."

"Okay, I will definitely go if I have the chance."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Zhiyuan yelled, "Is my husband really good?"

"Amazing~"

Zhang Xuejiao wanted to jump off the ground, but he held her down: "Then why don't you treat me better?"

"Am I bad to you?"

Lin Zhiyuan was full of resentment: "You didn't remember the two anniversaries of getting the certificate and getting married, and you didn't remember my birthday either."

Zhang Xuejiao squinted at him: "Don't be a bitch, can you? Look like a man, you know?"

"Whether I'm a man or not, you know best."

"You insist on telling me this, right?" Zhang Xuejiao plausibly said, "I gave you a birthday present last year."

Lin Zhiyuan immediately pulled out a box from the drawer: "Open it and have a look."

"dont see."

"Look."

Zhang Xuejiao opened it angrily, and there was a whole set of silver jewelry inlaid with sparkling diamonds, and it was not known whether it was real or fake.

But Lin Zhiyuan dared to give it to himself, it should be true.

"Why are you spending this money?" Zhang Xuejiao closed the lid: "Have you paid off the money in the bank? This thing is inedible or drinkable, and there is nothing left but ashes."

"That's how you react?"

Zhang Xuejiao pushed the box forward: "Don't you want a child? This kind of thing will only hinder your progress in having a child."

Lin Zhiyuan was very depressed.

Really depressed.

Originally he planned to give it to them on their wedding anniversary, but they both forgot.

Procrastinating and procrastinating until today.

As a result, Xiaoxue's reaction was quite uncomfortable.

Zhang Xuejiao jumped down from his arms: "Pack up and go home, I want to go to bed early."

"you listen to me."

Zhang Xuejiao ignored him and went back to her office.

Lin Zhiyuan picked up the box and chased after it: "The gift for the first anniversary of marriage, as a way of saving face, accept it."

Zhang Xuejiao finally accepted it, but she just warned him not to take it as an example, and don't buy these useless things in the future and waste money.

Lin Zhiyuan decided that next year's anniversary, let's go out for a meal.

If I can remember that day.

(End of this chapter)