152: Chapter 152 Persuading People to Reform

Cai Fenghua entered the fitting room. Only then did Zhang Menglu approach Chen Hao and ask in a low voice,

"Was what I said just now okay?"

Chen Hao gave her a thumbs up.

"You said it very well. Just follow this routine. Later, follow my lead."

Soon, Cai Fenghua walked out of the fitting room. It had to be said that her figure was a match for Zhang Menglu's, with long legs that were only slightly inferior to Zhang Menglu's.

"Not bad, not bad. This set suits you very well, and you look great in it."

Zhang Menglu spared no effort in her praise. All women love to hear such things, and Cai Fenghua was no exception. She said with a blushing face,

"The price probably isn't cheap, right?"

Chen Hao brought over another set in the 'pure desire' style and tossed it to her, saying,

"Don't worry about the price. Today, you just worry about being happy."

She shyly entered the fitting room again. This was the first time someone had been so nice to her, which made her feel a bit strange.

However, while she was changing into the second set, she happened to overhear the two people talking outside.

"How much did we make today?"

"Not much, just over 50,000 today. It's not even as much as we made at the night market."

"Your shop hasn't even officially opened yet. Once it opens and you combine the daytime and nighttime income, the daily revenue will definitely break 100,000."

Daily revenue breaking 100,000!

Cai Fenghua almost pricked up her ears to listen. Could selling intimate apparel really be this profitable?

She quickly finished changing. When she walked out of the fitting room, the two were no longer on the first floor. She looked curiously toward the second floor and cautiously walked up.

She heard Chen Hao say,

"Several of your accounts have already been nurtured. Next is conversion—converting fans into Private Domain users. After that, the money you earn will be like a snowball, getting bigger and bigger. Never mind 100,000 a day; even 200,000 or 500,000 a day won't be a problem."

Hearing these numbers, Cai Fenghua felt like she was listening to a fantasy. She walked up behind the two and said sheepishly,

"Excuse me."

The two only glanced back once. Chen Hao told her to sit for a moment and then continued pointing at the computer screen, giving instructions on the videos.

Cai Fenghua also took a look. It was just ordinary short videos—long legs in stockings, swaying waists, and showing off skin. It was very common, nothing special.

However, it was her first time meeting a short video blogger in real life. So the proprietress was an Internet Celebrity; no wonder.

While the two were still talking animatedly, she really couldn't help but ask,

"Interrupting for a second, you two. When you say you earn so much money in a day, are you referring to short video live-stream selling?"

Chen Hao countered,

"How much can you make from live-stream selling? You're not a top-tier big streamer, and without massive traffic support, it's very hard to break 100,000 in daily revenue."

"Then how do you profit from short videos?"

She was truly curious, but Chen Hao started acting important, saying,

"I have some things to attend to right now. Proprietress, why don't you tell her about your history of making it big."

"Alright."

Zhang Menglu pulled her toward the living area. Since Cai Fenghua was only wearing the 'Goddess Three-Piece Set,' Zhang Menglu picked out a white silk shirt from her own clothes that she could wear.

"Wear this, don't catch a cold."

"Thank you."

She took it and felt the fabric, sensing that this garment was also quite expensive. In a specialty store, it would cost at least a thousand at the base price.

After she put it on, Zhang Menglu brought over two bottles of ice-cold beer, placed one in front of her, and began talking about how foolish she used to be.

After graduating from university, she and her Best Friend had impulsively opened a stocking shop, and crucially, they had taken out a high-interest loan without knowing the full details.

Cai Fenghua listened with empathy, covering her mouth in worry, completely absorbed in the story.

"Just when I was about to break, I met him. At the time, I thought he was just some low-life guy trying to hit on me, so I didn't pay him much attention."

"And then?"

The two took a sip of beer.

"Later, he made a bet with me, saying he'd help me sell stockings. Do you know how much money I made that night?"

"How much?"

"I made 45,000 in one night!"

"For real?"

Cai Fenghua instinctively looked at Chen Hao in the distance, her face full of disbelief.

To give her words more credibility, Zhang Menglu specifically took out her phone to show some screenshots.

"This is a screenshot from a month ago, the first time I earned that much money."

Now Cai Fenghua believed it, because the screenshots were all of balances—ranging from tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands—and it had only taken a single month.

Zhang Menglu's monologue actually made her recall her own hard days from a month ago. Her heart was full of bitter smiles, laughing at how silly and naive she had been.

"I still remember what he said: he's a professional at selling things. The reason I couldn't sell was because I didn't understand the methods. Once I used the methods he taught me, I really did succeed."

Just as Zhang Menglu was reminiscing, Chen Hao walked over.

"Where's my beer?"

"I'll go get it."

Zhang Menglu stood up and ran off. Chen Hao sat down with a smile and said,

"Now that you've heard the proprietress's history, can you believe me when I say I have a way for you to make 300,000 a month?"

"I believe you. I've always believed you."

These words were a bit insincere. Before, she had only said she believed him with her mouth, but she didn't believe it at all in her heart.

Chen Hao put on a profound look.

"It's better to teach a man to fish than to give him a fish. Giving you money isn't as good as teaching you the way to make money. It just so happens that the proprietress's shop is about to open. If you want to make money, stay here as an apprentice. Learn how she handles the Private Domain. Once you've learned it, never mind 300,000 a month—300,000 a day won't be a problem."

She asked in confusion,

"You keep talking about 'Private Domain.' What exactly is a Private Domain?"

Just then, Zhang Menglu returned, placed a beer in front of Chen Hao, and then explained,

"You can think of it as converting fans into WeChat Business."

She blinked her large eyes, looking completely lost.

Zhang Menglu suddenly saw her former self in the other woman's face and smiled bitterly.

"Let me put it this way: a Private Domain is your personal territory. It has your exclusive fans and your exclusive customers. Does that make sense?"

She half-understood. She felt that a Private Domain was similar to the 'fish' a 'goddess' keeps in her pond, or like the clients in her own line of work who always requested her specifically whenever they came to spend money.

Zhang Menglu then began another long explanation, using herself as an example.

"For example, I used to sell stockings. When I was running a street stall, I used promotions to add many customers on WeChat. I gradually converted all of them into my Private Domain and they became my regular customers."

Zhang Menglu showed her WeChat groups. She now had three groups of five hundred people each. Besides the first wave of Private Domain users, the second and third groups were all converted from her short videos.

"I post short videos online to attract fans to join the groups, and then I sell the stockings I've worn in the groups. It's very profitable."

Cai Fenghua felt like she was hearing a fantasy and didn't believe it at all.

"Who are you kidding? Would anyone actually buy second-hand intimate apparel? I certainly wouldn't!"

Zhang Menglu laughed and countered,

"That's where you're wrong. Who says women's clothing has to be sold to women? Men are a very powerful consumer group too."

Cai Fenghua suddenly clutched her head, feeling her brain go numb.

Women's intimate apparel, and second-hand at that, being sold to men... She suddenly felt like she didn't understand this world anymore.

Seeing her state, Zhang Menglu gave a confident smile.

"You have to realize one thing: stockings are indeed worn by women, but they are meant for men to see."