mc-med Chapter 139 Rebirth Cheat
Chapter 139 Rebirth Cheat
In Lu Yuan's mind, not only were the current fashion trends of 2010 clearly imprinted, but even the trends of the next ten years or so were like film reels, lurking in the corners of his memory that he had never noticed before.
This feeling is like a familiar dream, whimsical yet always tangible in my consciousness.
In his previous life, Lu Yuan naturally took over his family's garment factory after graduating from university. After marriage, his parents completely relinquished control, entrusting him with the management of the factory.
But back then, where did he get any visionary business acumen?
The orders they hold are mostly outdated products that have been in production in domestic and international markets for a year or even longer.
While it might still be able to get a decent meal compared to other options, it's simply not competitive at all compared to top fashion companies that are always at the forefront of trends.
Profits are squeezed little by little, and the company is gradually eliminated by the market, eventually leading to bankruptcy, which becomes its inevitable fate.
But now it's different.
He is now standing at the forefront of the 2010 trend.
At this juncture, even simply releasing the 2015 trending styles ahead of time is enough to shock many veterans in the clothing industry, making them feel that it's too avant-garde to accept.
Lu Yuan was not greedy; he knew that everything was difficult at the beginning.
If we can impress the foreign businessmen who have come from afar with our stunning design and secure our first collaboration, the road ahead will naturally be much smoother.
Therefore, this first design proposal must be stunning enough, it must hit the mark immediately, and it must accurately strike the other party's aesthetic point.
Lu Yuan calmed himself down and began to search through his memories of his past life.
The design proposals he had seen came flooding in, and he carefully selected and listed several of the most promising ones.
The most important thing right now is to draw a sketch and mark the core elements such as the shape and color scheme to avoid losing inspiration or getting confused.
This is probably the biggest "cheat code" that rebirth has given him. The memories of his past life, which were already blurred, can be pieced together like a jigsaw puzzle as long as he tries to recall them.
However, summarizing and implementing all these ideas will not be a task that can be accomplished overnight.
Fortunately, there was still some time before the foreign businessmen arrived, giving him ample preparation time.
However, ideals are often far from reality.
The biggest obstacle to making this happen is his drawing skills.
Painting is ultimately a craft.
Having a brilliant idea in your mind is not difficult; the difficulty lies in how to perfectly present that idea on paper so that even people who don't understand design can understand it at a glance.
Lu Yuan had not received professional art training. He could barely manage to draw rough sketches, but when it came to refining them into professional design drawings, he was inadequate.
That night, before going to bed, Lu Yuan lay in bed, still pondering whether he should enroll in an art class to improve his skills.
The next day, Lu Yuan did not go out to pick up Ye Yixian. Instead, he sent her a message and then locked himself in his room, drawing sketches and searching for information online.
The Chinese internet in 2010 was characterized by a vibrant yet chaotic growth.
Typing in a single keyword can yield a massive amount of bizarre and fascinating information, far more exciting than what we'll see ten years from now.
As the saying goes, "a dazzling array of flowers can be overwhelming," and for minors who lack the ability to discern, this ocean of the internet is full of hidden reefs, and they can easily go astray if they are not careful.
It's no wonder that adults of that era viewed the internet as a monstrous threat.
What Lu Yuan needs to do is to find the gold in this chaotic sea of information.
He patiently sifted through a massive amount of results to find useful information, including concept drawings that were impossible to implement at the time, or costume designs from science fiction movies, all of which he used as inspiration.
When more than two hundred sketches covered the table, Lu Yuan knew that the conceptualization stage was almost complete, and the next step was to draw the formal renderings.
However, my drawing skills are insufficient, so I have to find someone to do it for me.
Just then, Lin Kai sent a message: "My sister knows a few designers, but they're all working abroad and definitely won't have time to come back. If you have any design problems, I can ask them for you."
Lu Yuan gave a wry smile; he knew Lin Kai had already been very tactful.
Jiangcheng, this small city, simply cannot attract high-end talent. They've all reached international standards, so why would they be willing to lower themselves and come to a place like this?
"It's okay, thanks," Lu Yuan replied, scratching his head.
It's better to rely on yourself than on others; you have to find a way to get through this yourself.
After working away in his room all day, Lu Yuan finally looked up from a pile of blueprints.
He went to the kitchen to find something to eat, and carried the bowl to the living room, only to find his father sitting with several men who looked like businessmen under the shade of a tree in the front yard, enjoying tea.
"Old Lu, stop messing around with things." A middle-aged man sighed and earnestly advised, "Your family's garment factory is basically just a small OEM workshop. What core competitiveness do you have?"
"That's right," another person chimed in. "This time, it's foreign businessmen who came, and they have high standards. Even if they're willing to grace us with their presence, they're not going to actually place an order with you."
Faced with his old friends' unsparing criticism, Dad's expression grew increasingly serious.
He didn't refute, but silently picked up his teacup, took a sip, his brows furrowed, deep in thought.
After a long silence, he finally forced himself to speak: "It's all about human effort. It is indeed difficult, but if you don't fight for it, you won't get anything."
He paused, looked around at his old friends, and continued, "I've gathered you all here today for two reasons. First, help me find out if any top students or great designers are willing to come and offer some guidance; second... lend me some money. I want to buy some advanced equipment for the factory. Appearances matter, so we need to put on a good show. Otherwise, if the boss comes to visit and sees how shabby our place is, he won't even want to talk to us."
Lu Yuan stood in the shadows, quietly watching his father.
My father has a keen business sense, and he did everything he could for this factory. Unfortunately, human understanding and limits are inherent; despite his best efforts, he couldn't escape being eliminated by the times.
"Old Lu, it's not that the brothers don't want to help you, but this matter is really not that simple." Several men looked troubled, hesitated for a moment, and then dropped a bombshell, "And you probably don't know this, do you? Those foreigners have already arrived in Jiangcheng. You don't have three months to prepare, at most you only have ten days! Is that enough time?"
"This... is fine." Dad's fingers trembled slightly, but he still gritted his teeth and nodded with a forced smile.
Seeing his persistence, his old friends knew they couldn't dissuade him, so they could only sigh and agree.
Some people offered to help introduce a few designers, while others immediately agreed to lend tens or hundreds of thousands of yuan for emergency use.
Lu Yuan wasn't familiar with these uncles, but he remembered them all. They were his father's closest friends, a group of kind and loyal people.
Seeing this scene, Lu Yuan felt an indescribable pang of sorrow and shame.
In my past life, it was my incompetence and shortsightedness that led to the bankruptcy of the Lu family and indirectly caused my father to die with resentment.
If he still can't do anything in this life, then this rebirth will have completely lost its meaning.
He took a deep breath, turned around, and plunged back into the room, closing the door behind him.
Sitting at his desk, Lu Yuan's gaze became more focused than ever before.
He picked up his paintbrush and began to draw the clothing design sketches even more diligently.
Sometimes, to achieve something, one must push oneself to the brink. No matter how difficult, one must grit one's teeth and persevere with a do-or-die, life-or-death determination. Perhaps, this can unleash unexpected potential.