Right now, we've planned almost halfway through. It's taken over a month just to prepare to start this new business. Honestly, the current economic situation isn't ideal for starting anything new, but we have to do it to survive. Plus, we have some experience, and Dad said he'd help out financially, so there's not much to be afraid of.
We're going to sell jewelry made from the same type of crystals as Swarovski, targeting young adults aged 18-35. Most of these people are active on online apps, so reaching them shouldn't be too hard.
"Pixie, you're pretty talented, you know that?"
I look at the sketchbook where Yu designs our first collection. It's not much because coming up with each piece isn't easy. So, our first project will be a set of necklaces, rings, and earrings, starting with an online store and then small booths to reach more people. We'll price them reasonably-not too high but not too low-aiming for the middle- class market that can spread the word.
"Ms. Frung, do you think people will buy from us?"
"If I like it, everyone will like it."
"Aren't you over-praising yourself?"
The sweet-faced girl laughs and teases me, but it's clear she's quite confident.
"I think it's beautiful, too."
"But we still need to tweak some things here and there. It's not like we won't make any changes."
"You're just trying to make me feel good and then slap me down, huh?"
"To work like this, you have to be able to take feedback. Even novelists and songwriters need feedback to improve their work."
"I know. I already trust you. I don't know much about business."
"I'm not that great either. I've only dealt with online apps and ways to promote our business. We still need to consult with my dad."
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As I mentioned, I have Dad as an advisor. He's pretty good at figuring out what products will sell and what people like or dislike. As soon as he saw the designs, he pointed out areas for Yu to fix and adjust. When Dad suggests something, Yu seems to listen and not argue, perhaps out of respect for his age or just being considerate. I smile at her timid demeanor and can't help but pull her cheek in front of Dad.
"Wow, no ego at all when it comes to this, huh? But when I say something, you get all sulky."
"Ms. Frung, that hurts!"
The small girl lightly taps my shoulder and pouts.
"Your dad is here. It's embarrassing. He's reasonable, so I have to listen."
"This is the beginning of receiving feedback. What I say is mild compared to what customers might say. So, the first step before selling to anyone else is to sell to people we know."
Dad says and nods thoughtfully. We both look at each other, starting to feel worried.
"But Dad, I don't have many friends," I say.
"Then it's time for you to build connections. We can't live alone in this world... Yu, too. Do you understand what I mean?"
"Yes... I understand."
I look at Dad quietly, understanding that he's not just talking about selling jewelry. He's trying to tell Yu that love isn't just about two people. Lately, I've been consulting Dad often and telling him about Yu's intense focus on love without caring about everyone else. It's good in a way, but ignoring everyone can make her lonely.
