I Returned to the Day He Brought His First Love Home-Chapter 90: The Clothing Factory Boss Ran Away with His Sister-in-Law
"This... isn’t a great idea, is it?" one of the saleswomen, Joy Lloyd, said, looking embarrassed.
The sales pitch Grace Winslow had written was an adaptation of the famous one about the Riveria Leather Factory going out of business, a campaign that had once swept the nation.
Back then, that pitch sold a staggering number of shoes.
’Using it to sell some clothes now shouldn’t be a problem.’
"What’s not a great idea about it? You don’t want your wages? Or your bonuses?" Grace Winslow retorted, full of confidence.
The salespeople exchanged uncertain glances.
"Is it really okay to spread rumors about Director Wyatt like this? He’s not going to come after us, is he?" Joy Lloyd asked again, her voice full of hesitation.
The factory salespeople weren’t young, most being in their thirties or forties.
The thought of shouting the script Grace Winslow had given them out loud was genuinely mortifying.
Grace Winslow’s smile was brilliant and a little sly. "Your director already promised me his full cooperation. He said that as long as I can sell off the inventory, I can do whatever it takes."
"Besides, is his pride really more important than making money?"
"If your own Director Wyatt doesn’t mind, why should you?"
"Just think about it. We’ll be at the big market fair, blasting this over a megaphone. How many people do you think will crowd around to hear what you have to say?"
"With a story that explosive, you all looking so pitiful, and clothes that are high-quality yet cheap—who wouldn’t want to buy some?"
"I’ve already planned it all out: buy one, get the second half-price; buy three, get one free. People can even team up with others for the deal."
"When the time comes, just focus on selling. Go all out and don’t worry about a thing."
"There will be thousands of people at the fair. We’ll definitely sell out of all the clothes." 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦
Grace Winslow declared, patting her chest in a gesture of assurance.
’These are all proven marketing case studies, after all.’
’She’d certainly seen enough of them while scrolling on her phone.’
Although the salespeople were still hesitant, the thought of what would happen if they sold everything gave them pause. They would receive a hefty bonus, and their wages would finally be paid out.
Their resolve instantly hardened.
’Besides, they weren’t the ones who would be embarrassed—Director Wyatt was. What was there to be afraid of?’
The big market fair was in two days. Grace Winslow made arrangements for the goods to be prepared and sent over in advance.
The salespeople all went along with the shipment.
Early the next morning, the large delivery truck had already arrived at the factory.
The seven salespeople, along with a few of the factory’s more articulate female workers, set off for their destination.
Grace Winslow went with them, too.
There were many villages surrounding Prospera Town. In addition to the town’s own marketplace, the surrounding rural areas held their own large market fairs.
Whenever a fair was held, the market was always bustling with a wide variety of goods.
The fairs had been shut down for several years due to a ban on "speculation and profiteering," but with policies relaxing over the past two years, they had started up again.
At first, it was just bartering.
Starting this year, people had gradually begun bringing out agricultural products and the like to sell for a bit of cash.
When no one was arrested, they grew bolder.
Now, the market had grown to a considerable size.
Grace Winslow led her team to claim the largest spot available, right in the center of the market.
They set up an awning and hung up all the clothes for display.
The megaphone and various cardboard signs with prices were all ready to go.
As the market gradually filled with people, Grace Winslow gave the salespeople a meaningful look. Though embarrassed, they steeled themselves and began their performance.
Sure enough, the moment the story started—about the factory director running off with his sister-in-law—a crowd of aunties was instantly drawn in, eager to watch the drama unfold.
Joy Lloyd’s voice, choked with grievance and fury, boomed from the megaphone, and the crowd of onlookers grew steadily larger.
Once the story was told, Joy Lloyd’s tone shifted, and she launched into the sales pitch.
The aunties had been completely mesmerized by the tale. They listened as they were told that these clothes were all that was left to pay the workers after the director skipped town. If the clothes couldn’t be sold, the workers wouldn’t be able to eat, and their wives and children would starve.
On top of that, the clothes were genuinely much cheaper than anything at the supply cooperative or the department store. With the "buy one, get the second half-off" deal—not to mention the ability to team up with friends and family for the "buy three, get one free" offer—the final cost came out to less than half the normal price.
How could these bargain-loving aunties possibly pass up such a golden opportunity? They immediately started calling over their friends and relatives.
Joy Lloyd and the others, who had initially been worried they wouldn’t sell a thing all day, were now completely dumbfounded.
They only snapped out of their stupor when Grace Winslow reminded them to hurry up and start taking the money.
