I Returned to the Day He Brought His First Love Home-Chapter 89: Grace Winslow’s Sales Strategy

"Alright, no problem. Give us three days." Grace Winslow was instantly delighted.

Ten thousand pieces. Prospera Town was surrounded by plenty of villages, and with enough manpower, she was confident she could sell all of them.

Coincidentally, there was a big market day in two days. It would be the perfect time to test whether the sales strategies she had seen in her past life would actually work.

Oscar Osborne hadn’t interrupted Grace Winslow.

Once she and Elvis Wyatt had more or less finished their discussion, he finally spoke up. "Our factory doesn’t have any salespeople. If you’re having Grace Winslow sell your goods, you’ll have to lend us your sales staff."

"Of course. You can use anyone from the factory. I guarantee they’ll follow your orders. If the goods get sold, they’ll be able to get their wages sooner, so they’ll absolutely cooperate." Elvis Wyatt had no intention of making things difficult for Grace Winslow on this point.

Grace Winslow stood up. "I’ll go find the staff then, Director Osborne. You and Director Wyatt can continue discussing the partnership."

"Heh. A naïve young girl who’s clearly in over her head. Is this the kind of person your factory employs?" Elvis Wyatt sneered, looking mockingly at Oscar Osborne. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Oscar Osborne remained perfectly calm.

He trusted Grace Winslow.

’There’s more to Grace Winslow than meets the eye. If she said three days, she must be confident. She managed to turn the flawed fabrics in the textile mill’s warehouse into treasure, so what about perfectly good clothes from a clothing factory?’

Grace Winslow went to the warehouse, found the manager, and inquired about the exact inventory.

Most of the clothes in the warehouse were made of Dacron.

The material itself wasn’t bad; it was quite popular for making clothes in this era. However, as living standards rose, Dacron was gradually becoming obsolete.

People in the cities, in particular, were reluctant to wear clothes made from it.

It wasn’t form-fitting or soft, which made for a poor wearing experience.

Given the choice, they naturally preferred to wear clothes made of cotton.

The clothes in the warehouse were either black or navy blue. The colors were monotonous and looked particularly old-fashioned.

After getting the inventory details, Grace Winslow went to the clothing factory’s sales department.

The sales department only had a few people: four men and three women.

Elvis Wyatt had already notified them that someone from the textile mill would be coming to lead them in clearing out the backlogged inventory.

They weren’t surprised when Grace Winslow arrived.

However, seeing how young and beautiful she was, they couldn’t help but doubt her abilities.

Grace Winslow couldn’t be bothered with pleasantries and got straight to the point. "Your Director Wyatt has ordered you to cooperate with me completely. I know you haven’t been getting paid on time. If we can sell all the clothes this time, not only will you receive your back pay, but you’ll also get a commission."

"I’ve already arranged it with Director Wyatt. One percent of the revenue from the clothes sold will be set aside for all of you."

"How much you each get is up to you."

Grace Winslow’s voice was clear and gentle, but her words made everyone’s eyes light up.

These days, who would complain about having too much money?

Never mind the extra commission; just the prospect of getting the wages they were owed from the past few months was enough to make them happy.

"We’ll do whatever you say, just give us the word." Everyone’s eyes shone with anticipation, eager to learn what plan Grace Winslow had to sell off all that clothing.

The clothing factory hadn’t been able to pay wages for the past few years and had frequently paid them in clothes instead.

At first, they were quite happy about it.

After all, a Dacron shirt would cost three or four yuan if they bought it themselves.

But after a while, their homes were overflowing with them, and even when they tried to give the clothes away as gifts, they were rejected.

It wasn’t a laughing matter anymore.

"Take a look at these. I want you to act out what’s written here." Grace Winslow handed out the papers she was holding.

It was the promotional script she had painstakingly prepared.

When the salespeople took the papers and read them, they were utterly dumbfounded.