Identifying companies with true unicorn potential is no easy task.
Even with Yimai Technology, he wasn’t sure if it would ultimately qualify as a suitable project.
Now with Wen Ruan’s recomndation, it directly helped him solve a third of the puzzle, and it’s a startup.
It seems a trip to Yang City is a must!
...
Tang Song got up and stretched lazily, checking the ti, it was already 7:30, and the day was fully bright.
He took a step downstairs.
Opening the door to the master bedroom, he saw the mature lady crouching by the bed.
She was playing with the little snowball.
She must have just woken up, her hair a bit ssy, casually wearing a long-sleeved undershirt that hugged her heavy, round E cup.
Due to her squatting posture, her peach-shaped hips were accentuated by the gray pajama pants.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, softly falling on her, highlighting the glow of her skin and the fullness of her figure.
She gazed downward, a faint smile on her lips, seemingly entirely absorbed in her interaction with the little snowball, not realizing soone had entered.
Tang Song leaned against the wall, quietly watching her, smiling softly.
After a mont.
Wen Ruan suddenly burst into laughter and looked up at him, "Had enough of staring?"
Her voice still carried the slight huskiness of the morning, with the alluring tone of a mature lady.
"Not yet." Tang Song chuckled, walking into the room, squatting down beside her.
Wen Ruan’s fingers teased the little snowball, her eyes playfully glancing at him, "Since you’re here, want to play for a bit with ?"
"Play what?" Tang Song’s eyes lit up, his hand sliding along her waistline to the edge of her pajama pants, fingers drawing circles on the waistband, "Is Teacher Wen Ruan going to correct my fitness posture again?"
"Of course, we’re playing with the kitten." Wen Ruan’s body trembled slightly, as she picked up the ragdoll cat, speaking in a magnetically mature lady voice, "Little Snowball, there’s a big gray wolf trying to ss with your mom, bite him!"
The neckline of the undershirt slid down with the movent, revealing one smooth shoulder.
Tang Song couldn’t resist reaching out, gently rubbing the ragdoll cat’s little head, his fingers running through its soft fur, "Little Snowball, your mom is lying to you again."
In the quiet bedroom, the sounds of "ow ow" echoed like a response, or perhaps a playful tease.
The room was filled with a delightful fragrance.
"Ring ring ring—" Suddenly, the phone rang.
Tang Song glanced at the incoming call information.
It was his junior high school classmate Zhang Lei.
Raising an eyebrow, Tang Song continued petting the cat while answering the call, "Hey, Zhang Lei."
A familiar, slightly husky voice ca through the receiver, "Tang Song, are you busy right now?"
Tang Song looked down at the mature lady who was groaning softly in his arms, a slight smile on his lips, "Not busy, what’s up?"
"Hey, I’ve been saying we need to get together for food and drinks, but I’ve been in Yan City for half a month, and it hasn’t happened. I just finished with a client, finally caught a breather. Are you free tonight? Let’s et up!"
Tang Song pondered for a mont and replied, "I’m free."
"Great, I’m staying at the company dorm, there’s a barbecue place nearby that’s really authentic. How about we have barbecue?"
"No problem, I have no objections."
"OK, I’ll send you the location, see you tonight!"
After hanging up, Tang Song winked at the mature lady and continued petting the cat.
...
At Huashang Clothing, on the 3rd floor, in the R&D and Design Center.
An independent office area with partitions.
Footsteps approached from afar, and an assistant designer walked in, unable to suppress a hint of admiration:
"Lingling, your sample clothes are finished."
Her face couldn’t hide her excitent, "The real thing is really beautiful. If this set of clothes is officially launched, it would definitely beco a hit."
Upon hearing this, Yao Lingling jumped up from her workstation, her eyes sparkling, "I’ll go take a look!"
After speaking, she almost ran into the sample area.
Sunlight stread in through the glass windows, illuminating a bright and tidy sample room.
In a position close to the east side, a caral brown turtleneck sweater paired with dark gray slightly flared suit pants hung silently on a mannequin, with two identical sets beside it.
Yao Lingling approached to take a closer look, reaching out to gently touch the high-grade wool blend fabric, feeling its warm and delicate texture, the lines smooth and natural.
The cuffs and neckline were crafted with three-dinsional tailoring, sturdy and stylish; the waistline featured custom tal fasteners, subtly exuding elegance, serving as the perfect finishing touch.
This design of the senior was truly exceptional!
Although she had already seen the sketches and personally drew up the pattern drafts, the finished product still exceeded her expectations—not only completely restoring Tang Song’s sketch but even optimizing the details.
Huashang Clothing, being a big factory, had a complete production line and experienced craftsn.
From her submission of the design draft to the completion of the sample clothes, it took only two or three days, the efficiency was extrely high, and the workmanship was impeccable.
She already started to look forward to how Tang Song would look wearing the clothes.
She checked the ti.
Checking the ti on her phone, she picked up a cara, aid it at the mannequin, chose a suitable angle, and seriously took a few photos before opening WeChat and sending them to Tang Song.
Leaving a ssage: "Senior, the clothes are ready, the real thing is amazing, you have to co and see! By the way, when can you co to Huashang? I’ve already coordinated with the production line, we can arrange filming at any ti!"
Yesterday, Tang Song had told her at the company that he would co to film a video today.
On the one hand, it’s to enhance brand authenticity and trust, on the other hand, it’s to create a "developnt" atmosphere to strengthen user engagent.
She was naturally very pleased with Tang Song updating Little Red Book.
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