Super-rich: Spending money is just a job!

"For example, a meter of ordinary brocade made by master craftsmen using a brocade loom would cost fifty or sixty thousand yuan."

The brocade made with modern looms can be bought for just over two thousand.

"Look, this is our newly launched product, a collaboration with a young designer, specially designed for making horse-face skirts. It's selling very well online." Director Wang showed them a loom, which was weaving a piece of satin-woven gold fabric. The fabric was very thick, with a gold ink painting pattern of the Han Palace in autumn moonlight on a black satin background, which looked noble and lonely, giving people the feeling of "I, the solitary ruler".

Factory Director Wang stroked the surface of the fabric. "Look, this fabric is bright in color, thick, and smooth. If it were made into a horse-face skirt and worn as an everyday winter dress, what do you think?"

Xiaomeng thought it was quite suitable; she felt it would be a waste to use handmade brocade fabric worth tens of thousands of yuan for everyday wear.

But even if a machine-made brocade skirt costing several thousand yuan is made into a floor-length gown, she doesn't feel bad about it.

Good heavens, this new type of textile machine has slashed the price of brocade to rock bottom, from tens of thousands of yuan per meter to just a few thousand.

Manager Teng, who was standing to the side, nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, this loom factory has really good R&D capabilities."

I've heard of this fabric before; they call it "New Song Brocade," I think. Although it's machine-woven, the machine is really impressive—is that real gold thread? The woven fabric is almost indistinguishable from handmade. And with such an affordable price, it should have a good market for winter skirts.

Xiaoping gasped and whispered in Xiaomeng's ear, "Even if it's machine-made, a Yun brocade Mamian skirt that costs several thousand yuan isn't cheap. Who would be willing to spend more than a month's salary on a skirt for everyday wear?"

Xiaomeng disagreed, "What do you mean? Didn't some girls in our company save up several months' salary to buy those international designer dresses? The fabric of those foreign dresses isn't even as good as this brocade. Didn't you hear the boss say that the threads woven into this fabric are real gold threads?"

Besides, the machine-woven brocade fabric I've seen is really quite durable. If worn carefully, it should easily last 8 to 10 years. Isn't that much more worry-free than those international brand fabrics that can't be washed?

"When you compare it side-by-side like this, it's really true. If I had the money, I'd like to get one too."

Xiaomeng nodded in agreement, "Hmm...that's right. Director Wang, do you have this fabric in stock? My tailor wants me to ask how much it would cost to buy a whole roll of this fabric, and we can pay in cash."

The unexpected order surprised Factory Manager Wang. "Well, we do have a small amount of stock on hand."

"That's great! Let's go visit the warehouse now."

"Visit the warehouse?"

"Yes, my tailor told me to go to your warehouse and see if there are any suitable clothes. We don't have any clothes for next year yet."

Manager Teng was both amused and exasperated. "The tailor you're talking about must be designer Xiong Zijian, right?"

Xiaomeng scratched her head. "Hehe, you found out."

"Yes, Xiong Zijian found out I was here, so he told me to buy more fabric to take back."

Factory Director Wang actually knew Xiong Zijian too. "Oh, you're his guest? Okay, I'll take you to our sample warehouse."

In the sample warehouse, Director Wang first had someone bring out a piece of brocade with gold thread that they had just looked at. "This piece is 50 meters long, and the ex-factory price is 2500 yuan per meter. You know the price; it retails for more than 3,000 yuan on the market."

Xiaomeng nodded and said it was no problem. She told him to fill out the shipping order and she would pay accordingly.

Factory Director Wang then had the price of 125,000 yuan printed on the delivery slip.

"Don't you young girls all like to make clothes in pastel colors? Look over here, they're all in elegant colors, and the patterns are exquisite traditional designs. These are brocades with lotus flower patterns in Dunhuang colors, these are brocades with antique patterns, and these are brocades with peony and lotus patterns..."

Xiaomeng thought they were all beautiful. With money, there was no need to pick and choose. "Okay, I think they're all beautiful. Have someone write them all down, one of each."

"You want them all? Aren't you going to discuss style compatibility with the designer?"

"No need to discuss it, I want them all. Ship them back, and Xiong Zijian will help me design suitable styles."

"And tell me about the plain silk fabrics too. Bring me that shimmering, light fabric so I can take a look."

"This is double crepe, 110 meters."

"These colors would be great for shirts, they're all nice colors. They'd also be good for skirts or linings. Okay, I'll take them all."

"This one with the subtle pattern is also quite nice. Hey, it feels really good to the touch, very soft, much thinner than Song brocade."

"This is silk, it's for mounting calligraphy and paintings, it's not suitable for making clothes."

"No wonder I said the colors and patterns weren't very nice, haha."

This time, Xiaomeng behaved herself and bought the products recommended by the factory manager. She spent over 7.8 million yuan in one go, and the high-end silk products she bought filled a large shipping container.

We'll airlift it back to Xiong Zijian; it should last him for a while.