Mangala is a fashion dealer from Cannes. When many people talk about Cannes, their first reaction is that they are one of the most famous film festivals in the world. Because of this, Cannes has always been at the forefront of fashion trends, and Mangala is therefore very sensitive to fashion and business sense.

On the morning of December 23, he came to the Louvre early because today is the continuation of yesterday's fashion show. If yesterday was just a fashion show, focusing more on designers and dealers talking about art, then today we will focus more on the company's heads talking about marketing with dealers.

That's true, for most dealers, today's meeting will be more important than yesterday's show.

I heard that the person in charge of Beluco Company was Jordano and a Chinese. I have known Jordano. In the past, he was just the head of a textile factory and had no outstanding features. It seems that this Chinese must have brought these wonderful things. I also heard that Chinese people all have mysterious ideas from the East. The fashion industry has been in a bad state recently, and sales are declining. Perhaps he can bring some different ideas.

With this idea in mind, Mangala came to the Caruse Hall of the Louvre, but he turned around but did not see the booth of the Beruco Company.

It's strange, why can't I find it? Did I be driven to a certain corner again? Those damn fashion associations will do such an angry thing!

Mangala scolded in his heart. In his opinion, the reason why he couldn't find it was definitely "hidden" by the Fashion Association, just like last night. After all, the Fashion Association is a dog raised by Louis Group and Chanel Hermes. Now there is a competitor. Of course, this dog will yell for the owner, and of course it will try every means to exclude and suppress the opponent.

As for the difficulty in finding it? Then don’t look for it. Their purpose is not to let you find it.

At this time, Mangala met a friend of his, a tall, fat middle-aged man with a Mediterranean distribution. Mangala took the initiative to come forward and say hello and ask: "Hey Sibe, my dearest friend, have you seen where the Beluco company is? It is the company led by the Antilles designer, and I can't find him."

When Xibei heard his words, he immediately ran over in three or two steps, and the flesh on his body was trembling.

"Hey! Man, are you crazy? You can't talk about Beluco Company here!" Sibe said to him seriously.

Mangala was surprised: "Why, did they join the Nazis and support the massacre of Jews?"

Sibe was also surprised, and he stared at Mangala with his eyes: "Do you know nothing? Have you not read today's newspaper?"

Mangala scratched her head: "I haven't had time this morning. Was there any news in the newspaper?"

Xibei shook his head: "It's not that he has logged in any news, but that he hasn't logged in any news."

Mangala felt a little dizzy and didn't understand what Sibe's tongue twister meant. Sibe had to explain: "My friend, I ask you if the performance of Beruco and Antilles yesterday was excellent?"

Mangala nodded without hesitation: "Of course it's wonderful. They can temporarily take out the design concept of splicing when they are impacted in the background and their fashions are completely destroyed. That is absolutely wonderful. I remember that the audience was thunderous at that time, and I would never be the only one who thinks it is wonderful!"

Xibei nodded and said, "That's right, that's it. Their performance is very wonderful. Not only has they conquered our dealers, but they have definitely conquered the media and conquered everyone. So in theory, they should be the front page headlines of various newspapers today, but the reality is that I can't see their news in any newspaper. Do you understand what this means?"

"Someone is banning them!" Mangala gasped.

"So who has the ability to do this and who wants to do this?" Xibei asked again.

Mangala opened his mouth to say something but didn't say it in the end. In fact, this question does not need to be answered, it is very obvious. The answer can only be the newly emerged to monopolize the mid- and low-end markets, its president Bona, as well as the Louis Group and Chanel Hermes, which stand behind them, and other super brands.

After all, cutting off people's wealth is like killing parents. Beluco Company was so outstanding last night, so they naturally had to use all their strength to suppress him. Banning in the media is a very common method. No matter how outstanding you are, as long as no one reports you and you have no right to speak, it is equivalent to a blank.

These damn monopoly manufacturers are extremely shameless!

Mangala scolded in her heart.

Sibe patted Mangala on the shoulder and said to him: "So my friend, you should understand now, but in fact, as far as I know, there are more complex and deeper reasons behind this matter. However, no matter what, it has nothing to do with us. We are just ordinary dealers. As long as we can get enough excellent fashion, we can make money. We cannot take this kind of fighting between gods."

"Since someone wants to ban it, then we just pretend that we have never heard of Beluco and don't know what splicing fashion is done."

Sibe left this sentence and left, and Mangala felt very sad when she stayed there.

Indeed, if he is an ordinary dealer, he just needs to order and take away some pretty good fashions here, but he doesn't want to do this!

So Mangala found Madland, the site leader of the Fashion Association.

"Mr. Madland, I would like to ask where the booth of Beruco is? I can't find it everywhere." Mangala asked directly when he saw Madland.

"Oh, ask this company, I don't know what's going on. Since I couldn't contact them this morning, they didn't seem to be intent on attending. So when the time comes, I think they gave up this meeting and transferred their booth to other companies as required." Madland answered casually.

"Did Mr. Madland get something wrong? How could they give up? If they would give up, the backstage was hit yesterday and their fashions were completely damaged. How could they give up until today?" Mangala asked in confusion.

Madland frowned and said impatiently: "Do you think it's abnormal? I don't know why they are. Maybe they finally realized something, or maybe Teacher Antilles is disgusted with their behavior of changing the plan and refuses to attend today's meeting, or maybe they finally found that they could only deceive the splicing plan yesterday, they felt guilty, etc. Anyway, that's what they did."

Facing these reasons, Mangala felt a little speechless. What are these reasons? They are a bit too perfunctory?

Madland said again: "Your name is Mangala, right? I think instead of always paying attention to this Beluco company that was not present, why don't you pay attention to other exhibitors? Look at the Chryler company jointly invested by Louis Group Chanel Hermes, and Louis Group's own exhibitions, their fashions are all very good! It is ridiculous to give up the entire tulip garden for a morning glory."

"But this morning glory is what I want!" Mangara still insisted, "I know that Louis Group, Chanel or the new Chrysler company, they hired top designers in the world, and their fashions were also very beautiful, but this time we wanted mid- and low-end fashions, and theirs was not suitable."

"There is nothing wrong with it? You don't know how to sell yourself." Madland waved his hand casually, looking like he didn't want to say anything anymore. "You go out and choose the fashion you like, this is how everyone chooses."

Mangala wanted to say something, but looking at Madland's current appearance, he knew that nothing he said would do, so he had to sigh heavily and leave.

However, just after opening the door, I saw a man with a sharp edge standing at the door. This man, Mangala, had an impression of him. He was Bona, the president of Chryler Company. So Mangala took the initiative to say hello.

Bona smiled and invited Mangala back to the room: "I'm very sorry, I heard all your words just now. Mr. Mangala, you seem to be a little dissatisfied with our fashion, right?"

Mangala shook her head: "It's not that you are not satisfied, but it's not suitable for the mid- and low-end market. Your fashion and other designs are all very good-looking, but the prices are too expensive. This brand of fashion has sold very well in the past few years, but in recent years, his sales have been declining steadily, so this time I want to add a batch of cheaper fashions."

"Is there such a thing? Maybe this is just a special case in your local Cannes. After all, things like the film festival will bring about a lot of different atmospheres. It would be great if you have a different movie style after a while."

Bona explained to him: "After all, I haven't heard anyone else say that except you. Not only that, I saw that the statements of Louis Group and Chanel Hermes are on an upward trend, so how could they go down? Besides, even if we want mid- and low-end fashion, we have them."

Bona finally said to Mangala: "I know you dealers, just want to make money. Think about it, those vulgar and cheap fashions, aren't that smashing your brand? And these fashions have a base price. The more brand the fashion, the higher the profit. If you sell a brand, sometimes it's worth selling several pieces of garbage. Why do you have to do those thankless things?"

Bona patted Mangala on the shoulder: "So forget about that Beluco and splicing fashion, only ours are the best!"

"I understand this..." Mangala said helplessly.
Chapter completed!