Earning 100 million a day, yet trapped in a county town.

Chapter 72 Transparent Factory

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The live chat exploded again.

"The quality is pretty good!"

"The trendy hoodies I bought only lasted three wears before the necklines turned into ruffles."

"The quality of Chongxi is much better than I expected."

Wang Guanxi put down his hoodie and picked up the denim jacket that had been criticized for having "rougher threads than a grandma could sew."

"Third item: thread comparison."

He turned his denim jacket inside out, facing the camera, and opened the inner seams one by one.

"Look for yourselves, where are the loose threads?"

As the camera zooms in, the inner seams of the garment are perfectly neat, and the loose threads are almost invisible to the naked eye.

He then picked up a Mewtwo denim jacket from the side and turned it inside out.

"These are competing products in the same price range on the market. You can compare them yourselves."

On the inner seams of Meiwei, there are significantly more loose threads than in Zhongxi, and in some places, you can even see traces of skipped stitches.

The live chat exploded.

"Holy crap, there are so many loose threads on the Mive!"

"This is what a big brand is? It's not even as good as Chongxi."

"Mr. Wang is putting Meiwei out there for public execution!"

"So, those people from Hei Chongxi weren't hired by Meiwei, were they?"

"It's terrifying to think about."

Wang Guanxi put his clothes down, faced the camera, and his expression became more serious.

"Everyone, I'm conducting these tests today not to prove how amazing Chongxi is. It's to tell you something."

He paused, then spoke slowly and deliberately.

"Some people are afraid that we will succeed, so they want to ruin us. They hire online trolls, buy negative articles, and smear our quality. These tactics are nothing new in the clothing industry."

His voice wasn't loud, but he pronounced each word clearly.

"But when it comes to business, I can't speak for anything else. Nobody can criticize Wang Guanxi's conscience and integrity."

The live stream was silent for 0.5 seconds.

Then the comments flooded out like a burst dam.

"Well said!"

"Support Mr. Wang!"

"A conscientious entrepreneur!"

"I'll place the order right now!"

"Chongxi is awesome!"

"Where are those haters? Come out and show yourselves?"

The number of online users exceeded 100,000, then 200,000, 300,000...

At its peak, it reached 500,000.

Cecilia Cheung was staring at the data backstage, her hands trembling.

She rushed in and whispered, "Mr. Wang, we have 500,000 people online!"

Wang Guanxi nodded slightly, but didn't show it on camera.

He smiled at the camera.

"Thank you for your trust. Our second batch of Chongxi products will be available next Monday. There will be new styles and restocked items. If you'd like to buy, you can pre-order."

He paused, then added.

"By the way, we installed eight cameras in the workshop today to broadcast the entire production process live 24 hours a day. From fabric warehousing to cutting, sewing, and packaging, every step can be seen clearly."

He pointed to the small window in the lower right corner of the screen.

"If you want to see how the clothes are made, just click in. It's a transparent factory; everyone is welcome to supervise."

The comments section started flooding with messages again.

"A transparent factory? That's impressive!"

"I'll go take a look!"

"True gold is indeed not afraid of being tested by fire."

"Those who said the quality was bad, aren't they proven wrong now?"

……

After the live stream ended, Cecilia Cheung organized the data and showed it to Edison Wang.

"Mr. Wang, the peak number of concurrent viewers for the live stream was 520,000. The total number of viewers exceeded three million."

Wang Guanxi glanced at it and put his phone down.

"What about the reservation status for the second batch?"

Cecilia Cheung paused, her voice filled with disbelief, "Over 1,200 new orders!"

Wang Guanxi's lips curled up slightly.

"Tripled?"

"Yes. And it's still rising."

Lu Mingyuan and Jiang Yinan stood to the side, their expressions shifting from worry to excitement, and then from excitement to admiration.

Lu Mingyuan pushed up his glasses: "President Wang, your move is a hundred times better than sending a lawyer's letter."

Jiang Yinan nodded frantically beside him: "I still think the idea of ​​a transparent factory is absolutely brilliant. 24-hour live streaming, which competitor would dare to do that?"

Wang Guanxi leaned back in his chair, picked up his teacup, and took a sip.

"It's not that our idea is brilliant, it's that our quality stands up to scrutiny. If the quality isn't good, installing a hundred cameras won't make a difference."

The two nodded at the same time.

That's right.

It's not because the live streaming is so good, it's because the product itself is excellent.

Wang Guanxi put down his teacup and looked out the window.

Wen Guoliang, you must have spent a lot of money, right?

Hiring online trolls, buying smear articles, and finding internet celebrities—this combination of tactics can easily cost hundreds of thousands of yuan.

The results of it?

Stealing chickens will not lose rice.

Chongxi's sales tripled, and its brand awareness reached a new level.

This is a huge profit.

Wang Guanxi smiled and put down his teacup.

"Alright, everyone get back to work. The second batch will be launched next week, don't let us down."

Lu Mingyuan and Jiang Yinan said "Understood" in unison, then turned and left.

The office fell silent.

Wang Guanxi picked up his phone and scrolled to those videos that were smearing him.

The number of views is still rising, but the comments section has changed drastically.

"I watched Mr. Wang's live stream, and I'll come back to visit your graves."

"The account spreading rumors has been reported."

"Why hasn't this video been deleted yet? Are you saving it for the New Year?"

Wang Guanxi smiled and tossed his phone aside.

Some money, once spent, is actually earned.

Some money is a waste to spend.

Wen Guoliang's spending of those hundreds of thousands of yuan was worse than a loss.

Luckily, I've lost all my underwear.

He watched as Wang Guanxi measured each piece of clothing in front of the camera, the data streaming out one by one, and his mouth twitched more and more violently.

When he saw the comments change from "waiting for the disaster" to "Chongxi is awesome", his hands started to shake with anger.

"Bang!"

The phone was smashed against the wall, and the screen shattered into a spiderweb pattern.

"Bang!"

The thermos flew out and smashed into the French window, splashing water all over the floor.

Assistant Xiao Zhou stood outside the door. Hearing the noise inside, he withdrew his hand that had been reaching out to knock.

She hesitated for two seconds and decided not to go in yet.

Wen Guoliang smashed everything he could on the table.

The files, pen holder, mouse, and keyboard were all gone.

Finally, he plopped down in a chair, panting heavily, his chest heaving as if he had just run a kilometer.

How much did he spend?

Three internet celebrities, one with 50,000 yuan, and the other with 150,000 yuan.

The online army consists of 200,000 people.

Douyin (TikTok) advertising, 100,000.

All the odds and ends add up to nearly 500,000.

The results of it?

Wang Guanxi hosted a live stream, creating a "transparent factory" that broadcast the entire production process 24 hours a day.

Not only did it not collapse, but the pre-sales volume of the second batch of goods tripled.

Five hundred thousand, gone down the drain.

Wen Guoliang lit a cigarette and took a deep drag.

The smoke filled the office, and his mind calmed down.

He suddenly realized something.