Wang Yan had always been a man who kept his word.
At the end of August, Hongyun's direct-sales store in Causeway Bay, Hong Kong, finally opened after three months of renovations. It used the same marketing approach as the Shanghai opening: buying advance news coverage, handing out flyers, holding a lottery event, and offering a 20 percent discount.
Overall, it was a great success, thanks to the fresh designs of the shoes and clothing. Over the past year or so, Wang Yan's genuine shoes and apparel had not sold particularly well on the mainland, but counterfeit and shoddy versions in the same styles had already become widespread. That was precisely because the designs were novel and attractive.
People in Hong Kong naturally had higher incomes and higher expectations. "Hong Kong fashion" was proof enough of that. After the opening discounts and promotions ended, Hongyun's shoes and apparel continued to sell quite well.
It was also around this time that Wang Yan bought a secondhand villa in Deep Water Bay...
Wearing sunglasses, Wang Yan sat on the sofa with one leg crossed over the other, a Huazi cigarette between his fingers as he looked out at the rippling sea. "What do you think?"
"For how much money you spent, it had better be nice." Betty sat on the sofa beside him in the same pose—sunglasses on, legs crossed, a cigarette in her mouth.
She flicked her ash into the breeze and continued, "But it really does feel great. No wonder all those tycoons live here. There aren't many people, and the environment is good. It's not like Central or Causeway Bay, where everything feels crowded no matter what."
"Then the money was well spent." Wang Yan nodded with a smile. "The house is yours to handle. If you like the décor,