Two-faced President, So Hard to Placate (62)

It was not until more than half a month later, when the shopping mall officially opened, that she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

On opening day, she simply set up a runway in the square in front of the shopping mall and had the twelve male and female models she had recruited put on her designs one outfit after another for a runway show.

This novel method of display, along with the clothes—some flowing with Immortal Qi, some dashing, some gentle and refined, and some dignified and elegant—quickly attracted countless eyes.

On the day of the opening, all the clothing in the shopping mall was snapped up.

Fortunately, she had prepared in advance.

She had recruited a group of female employees to make the clothes.

Some of these female employees had been driven out by their husbands' families, some were impoverished daughters of prominent families, and some came from households without any sons. Most of them were exceptionally skilled at sewing clothes.

After only a few days of training, they quickly got the hang of it, and they did an even better job than Su Qiao had imagined.

The factory buildings belonged to Zhang Manor, while the material suppliers were from the Chamber of Commerce. Everything was managed according to modern standards, with clearly defined divisions of labor.

Once the shopping mall was running smoothly, she handed it over to someone she trusted and stopped concerning herself with it.

Apart from designing new styles, she only had to reconcile the accounts each month.

These things were all extremely simple for her and did not take much time.

When she finally stopped to look for Lin Qiuchi, she discovered that Lin Qiuchi had already been taken to the Little White Building behind Zhang Mansion—the place where Su Qiao had once