172: Chapter 172 Auto Show, Enemies Meet on a Narrow Road

Chen Hao gradually grasped a business principle from their conversation.

It wasn't about exploiting them, but rather accidentally discovering the future of the Goddess Keepsake Specialty Store.

Qian Zhaodi wanted to build a domestic Victoria's Secret brand; production and company operations were set, but she lacked a way to secure franchisees.

Weren't these one hundred-plus Models the perfect solution?

Part-time Models who hustle around can only earn so much; it would be better to let them become bosses themselves.

According to Chen Hao's business layout, he needed to open Goddess Keepsake Specialty Stores across the country within one or two years, establishing a presence in major provincial capitals and prefecture-level cities at the very least.

If Zhang Menglu bought houses across the country and paid the mortgage in installments, the franchise fee would barely equate to a mortgage payment, which didn't seem like much money to the franchisees.

Franchisees earn profit from the margin, the difference between the wholesale price and the retail price. For example, if the wholesale price is 10 yuan, they sell it for several hundred, and the franchisee earns that profit—a win-win situation.

Calculated this way, these Models were the best candidates for franchisees.

However, a problem arose now.

One cannot force a sale. If Chen Hao tried to recommend the project to them like he was pushing a product, persuading them to join,

the result would surely be counterproductive, causing suspicion among some people, leading to an uncontrollable outcome.

"How can I get them to take the bait voluntarily? I need to study this carefully."

That night, Chen Hao tossed and turned, staring blankly at the ceiling, his brain spinning rapidly. He even finished an entire bottle of eye drops.

By morning, Chen Hao had devised a complete plan: he needed to conquer these Models with this very show, making them proactively propose franchising.

This was a massive plan requiring the help of many people.

Morning.

When Chen Hao met Young Master Xiao in the hotel lobby, he was on the phone with Qian Zhaodi.

"I won't elaborate. To summarize: this show is very grand, and I need a lot of help. Don't come by yourself. If you come, bring your team, or don't come at all."

After hanging up, he finally looked at Young Master Xiao.

"Let's go. The auto show has probably already started."

"Wait a moment."

Young Master Xiao stopped Chen Hao and scrutinized him repeatedly.

"Why haven't you changed your clothes?"

Chen Hao retorted.

"I'm staying at a hotel; where would I have time to change?"

Young Master Xiao gave a wry smile.

"In the world of the Second Generation Rich, clothes are only worn for one day. Let's go to the mall first."

Just like that, Chen Hao was pulled by Young Master Xiao to the mall to change into an expensive outfit. Only then did the two head to the auto show venue.

Good heavens.

The Jiangcheng Luxury Car Show was grand, with drums beating, firecrackers popping, red flags waving, and crowds of people.

He could feel the excitement before even entering the gate.

Upon entering, all he saw were people. Among the exhibitors, there were two main types: first, customers from various places who came to view the cars.

Second, self-media personnel carrying long guns and short cannons, who were there for the car Models.

There was a stark contrast between the two groups. Those looking at cars only looked at cars, but those watching the Models were different, surrounding them from all 360 degrees to take photos.

Over 100 car Models were each assigned one car. They were wearing low-cut evening gowns provided by the organizer, exposing their chests and shoulders, with slits in their skirts so large that any slight movement could lead to a wardrobe malfunction.

Several sleazy self-media personnel were practically lying on the ground, their lenses aimed directly under the skirts, shooting wildly. There were quite a few people like this; almost every Model was surrounded by such perverted men.

It must be said, the professionalism of the car Models was truly high; even if they were unwilling deep down, they maintained standard poses and smiled at the cameras.

As Chen Hao walked by, he made eye contact with a Model. She smiled slightly and waved lightly as a greeting. This simple action drew countless flashes of light going off rapidly.

"The moral standards are declining."

Chen Hao continued to wander and look at other areas.

Although many brands exhibited at the entire auto show, gathering various luxury cars, the venue was essentially divided into two areas: the Sales Area and the Exhibition Area.

The distinction was that cars in the Sales Area could be viewed, touched, and test-driven, while the Exhibition Area displayed various limited-edition Models donated by Second Generation Rich individuals for display.

In China, any luxury car valued over five million yuan was considered a treasure, no matter where it was.

No matter how rich one was, wanting to buy a limited-edition luxury car required connections as well as money, as limited-edition Models were not cabbages that you could buy just because you wanted to.

Young Master Xiao walked with Chen Hao for a while before spontaneously saying,

"I'm going to call Old Hu and ask where he is."

"Go ahead. I'll browse by myself."

The two parted ways. Chen Hao was genuinely looking at cars, such as the Tesla focusing on autonomous driving, or the Mazda emphasizing energy saving and emission reduction.

While casually strolling through, he happened to arrive at the rolls-royce brand section. Truly a luxury car area; every car was surrounded by guardrails, keeping the self-media personnel from getting too close to the Models.

In the luxury car section, the Models' treatment was relatively better; the combination of beautiful cars and beautiful women made them appear more elegant.

Chen Hao had pre-ordered a rolls-royce phantom, and sure enough, he saw a rolls-royce phantom at the auto show.

As Chen Hao walked over, the Model also saw him and actively waved to signal him. Chen Hao nodded in response.

A self-media person nearby glanced sideways at Chen Hao. Seeing that he was dressed unusually well, his eyes immediately filled with envy.

Chen Hao stepped over the guardrail and walked straight toward the rolls-royce phantom.

"Hey, why did you go in there? Get out! You're not allowed inside!"

The security guard was the first to react, pointing at Chen Hao and shouting loudly like a fierce general. His voice was not small, drawing the attention of everyone nearby.

Before Chen Hao could say anything, security guards hired by the rolls-royce brand rushed over from all directions, pointing at Chen Hao and roaring,

"Is this a place you should be? Get out immediately!"

Chen Hao asked doubtfully.

"Why can't I come in?"

"Do you understand the rules? If you scratch even a tiny bit of paint, selling you wouldn't be enough to cover the cost!"

The security guards were just doing their jobs according to regulations, and Chen Hao had no reason to make things difficult for people like them. He looked around, trying to find the person in charge for the brand, but he didn't find anyone. Instead, he heard a dissonant voice.

"Oh, I thought it was someone else. Isn't this Chen Hao?"

This voice was one Chen Hao was intimately familiar with—it was Wang Kaiming. Running into him in a place like this was truly an instance of enemies crossing paths.

Wang Kaiming walked out from the crowd, also stepping over the guardrail, and stood confidently in front of Chen Hao.

"You blockhead, truly a country bumpkin in the city who has never seen the world."

The security guards all stood beside Wang Kaiming, looking like dogs relying on their master's power.

Chen Hao frowned deeply and retorted.

"Why are you only making me leave? Why didn't you say anything when he entered?"

The security guard, puffing up his chest like a tiger borrowing the dragon's might, questioned him.

"Do you know who he is?"

"Stop talking, let me handle this."

Wang Kaiming clearly put on an act, displaying the pass hanging around his neck with a cold, sarcastic tone.

"Do you know what this is? A Sports Car Club member pass, an auto show pass! Have you ever seen one?"

Wang Kaiming went too far, even raising his hand as if to slap Chen Hao's face.

"You country bumpkin, what can you compare to me!"