As soon as this Madaha woman entered Jiang Yu's office, she slammed a canvas bag onto Jiang Yu's desk.

"Song Mei! Are you here to cause trouble? Look! My water glass flew away!"

"It's just an exaggeration. It's just that the lid of the cup is crooked. Isn't the water cup good?"

"A wicked woman comes to the stove and dances with pots and bowls. How does your man tolerate you?"

"My partner doesn't care about me anymore, he keeps me on top."

Bah! What is this!

"Jiang Yu! This is the product you designed for us last year. We made a sample. What do you think?"

"Ah! What product did I design for you last year?" Jiang Yu was a little confused.

"Have you forgotten? How dare you forget! Are you creating people every day and confusing your own brain?"

"Go, go, go! Don't talk nonsense, talk about it seriously."

It would be better not to say this. As soon as he finished speaking, Song Mei pulled the canvas bag and turned it upside down. Jiang Yu's office was filled with bright colors.

If he hadn't had quick eyesight and quick hands to pick up the water glass, he would have spilled water all over the table.

There are all kinds of small bags.

Only then did Jiang Yu remember what product he had designed for the luggage factory.

He has a lot of things to do in a day, so it is understandable that he forgets this little thing.

In the winter of last year, he saw the luggage factory's efficiency declining and thought it was time for the luggage factory to develop other products.

So I designed several handbags for men and women for them.

Chinese ladies are about to enter an era where they are particularly fond of small bags. They need a small and exquisite bag to set off their status.

At the same time, successful men in China are about to enter the era of carrying bags under their crotch bags to show their identity.

These products are launched for them.

Although the bag factory has the word "bag" in its name, it used to produce student backpacks and travel backpacks, and never produced such small bags.

After receiving Jiang Yu's design, the luggage factory immediately invested in research and development. After nearly two months of research and preparation before last year, the sample has now been produced.

Jiang Yu picked up a brown one-shoulder women's small square bag.

This is a small square bag made of high-grade synthetic leather, with a Weilai pattern on the surface. It is about twenty centimeters long, ten centimeters high, and about five centimeters wide.

It has an iron zipper seal, a middle zipper bag inside, and a thin strap also made of leather, which can be carried on the shoulder.

The workmanship is pretty good.

Jiang Yu put down this bag and picked up a large khaki cross-body bag for women.

The surface pattern is the same as that of a small square bag, but the volume is larger than that of a small square bag.

The length is nearly 30 centimeters, the width and height are 14 and 23 centimeters respectively. It has handles for carrying it by hand and a shoulder strap for carrying it on the shoulder.

There are more than a dozen various bags for women.

Years ago, Jiang Yu only designed one style and did not come up with so many styles. The luggage factory was better than its predecessor and designed several styles of its own.

Don't say it was done well.

"Not bad, not bad! I didn't expect that the luggage factory's current technology is so advanced! This standard is completely ready for mass production."

"Jiang Yu! Are you able to do it? The luggage factory was one of the first companies you established. How come it's been six or seven years now, and you dare to doubt our technology?"

Jiang Yu didn't have time to argue with Song Mei, so he picked up a men's kangaroo clutch.

This bag was designed by him personally, and strictly speaking, it was transported by him.

It is 30 cm long and 20 cm high. In addition to the main pocket, there are also zippered secret pockets, ID pockets, pencil pockets and bank card pockets.

Jiang Yu stood up and tucked the bag under the creaking nest.

But if there is nothing inside this kind of bag, it will look very lackluster if it is stuck under the arm.

Jiang Yu opened the drawer, found some waste paper and stuffed it in. It was bulging.

This time, holding it under the arm looks very much like that.

"How is it? Do you have any style?" Jiang Yu proudly asked Song Mei and the two employees who came with her.

"Mr. Jiang! You are really elegant with your squeaky bag." A female worker's mouth was very sweet, and the sugar content was estimated to be more than four plus signs.

"Flattery! Shameless!" Song Mei scolded the female worker without any politeness.

The female worker was really thick-skinned and didn't take it seriously at all. She giggled and glared at Jiang Yu.

Hold the grass! The nuns don’t look like good people!

"Jiang Yu! Is there something wrong with the design of your bag? It doesn't even have a strap, how can you carry it? Can you carry it with your hands when you go out?"

"Look! When I was a kid, I always thought there was more water in your head than brains. I haven't changed this conclusion to this day. I just demonstrated it, and you can still ask such a stupid question!"

Song Mei's eyes flickered for a long time, and finally she suddenly realized: "You mean this bag is sandwiched under the creaking nest?"

"You think it's clamped on the thigh?"

Song Mei burst out laughing: "You are such an unserious thing."

Starting around the mid-1990s, it suddenly became fashionable for men to carry a bag under their chest while running around.

Paired with a well-fitting suit, it gives people the illusion that they are either a big boss or a rich man.

As for whether the bag contains toilet paper or waste paper, probably no one except the owner knows.

"Song Mei! Are these bags made of high-quality leather? Don't you use real leather?"

"Isn't this a sample?"

"Half of the genuine leather and high-quality leather are made the same. The genuine leather is taken abroad to scare foreigners, and the high-quality leather is kept at home... We will use it first to scare foreigners, and the rest will be sold domestically."

"How much would it cost to sell a high-leather bag like this to a foreigner?"

Jiang Yu thought for a moment: "The minimum price is one hundred meters."

Song Mei's eyes almost fell down: "Jiang Yu! Did you make an artificial thing that made you dizzy? Do you want to sell such a broken thing to a foreigner for 100 meters?"

One hundred meters, according to the current exchange rate of 5.5, this bag will cost 550 yuan!

Isn’t this an international joke?

"Let's not create humans one at a time, okay? You guys are done creating eggs, so you can just stand aside and make sarcastic remarks, and we haven't even said a word about our horoscopes yet!"

The two female workers couldn't help but giggle.

"Is 100 meters expensive? Our Weilai brand is also very popular in the eyes of foreigners. Our high-quality products should be considered luxury goods. If I sell them 100 meters, I still think it's cheap!"

In later generations, foreigners would buy a bag with donkey characters all over it and sell it for tens of thousands.

This is the brand that Jiang Yu despises the most, and he even looks at those who wear this brand of clothing as stupid as donkeys.

Would a good man roam the streets dressed like a donkey?

You spent a lot of money to buy a piece of clothing and a bag with donkeys printed all over it. How beautiful are you!

If Song Mei knew that a bag or clothing with a donkey printed on it could sell for tens of thousands, her eyes would probably fly out.
Chapter completed!