157: Chapter 157 High-End Customization: Only Measure, No Touch?

With the stable supply of goods provided by Zhao Yazhi, the production lines of the Shengfa Garment Factory were once again running at full capacity. However, Chen Yun knew very well that relying on selling floral cloth was not a long-term solution; the profit margins were too thin, and it was easily imitated.

More importantly, she had to earn enough money as quickly as possible to rid herself of her dependence on Zhao Yazhi. She didn't want to spend every week in a state of anxiety, worrying that Wang Fugui would be called away to "fix a safe."

That evening, the three of them held a meeting.

"We need to come up with something with high added value," Chen Yun said, sketching on a small blackboard. "With ordinary ready-to-wear clothes, we earn at most ten or twenty bucks per piece. But if it's custom-made, the price can be several times higher."

"Custom-made?" Neither Wang Fugui nor Lin Xiaocao understood.

"It means tailor-made," Chen Yun explained. "Specially designing, cutting, and making unique clothes for one person. This kind of thing is for the wealthy."

"But where do we know any wealthy people?" Lin Xiaocao asked.

Chen Yun gave a mysterious smile and pointed at Wang Fugui. "We don't, but he does."

Wang Fugui pointed at his own nose with a look of utter confusion. "Me?"

"Yes, you." Chen Yun's eyes sparkled with a sharp light. "Did you forget the last time at the night market, how those women almost knocked over the stall just to have you measure them? Forgot how those rich ladies wanted to pay for your private services? This is the market! This is the demand!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Fugui shook his head like a rattle. "No way, no way! I won't do that kind of thing! I promised you both that I wouldn't touch other women!"

"Who's asking you to touch them?" Chen Yun rolled her eyes at him. "This time, we'll set a rule called 'Only Measuring, No Touching'."

"Only Measuring, No Touching?"

"Exactly." Chen Yun grew more excited as she spoke. "We'll launch a 'Shengfa High-end Custom' service, centered around one concept: Mr. Wang Fugui, our factory's chief 'Energy Pattern Master', will personally perform non-contact body measurements for you. He will use his unique vision and perception to determine your perfect dimensions."

"What on earth is an Energy Pattern Master?" Wang Fugui was completely bewildered.

"It means you just stand there, radiating energy, making the clothes fit perfectly." Chen Yun lied through her teeth without blushing or her heart skipping a beat. "You don't have to do anything. Just hold the measuring tape and gesture around those rich ladies, staying about an inch away. Just put on a show. Leave the rest to me."

Wang Fugui was half-skeptical, but since it seemed there would be no physical contact, he reluctantly agreed.

No sooner said than done. Chen Yun had Bald Strong spread the word that the Shengfa Factory was launching a top-tier custom service, with measurements personally taken by the legendary "Human Hormone," Master Wang Fugui. Once the news broke, the entire White Stone Islet and even the surrounding wealthy districts were in an uproar.

The reservation phone line was nearly ringing off the hook.

Chen Yun screened a group of the wealthiest-looking clients and set the custom measurement location in a newly tidied reception room at the factory.

On the first day, it was a "grand opening."

Over a dozen flamboyantly dressed socialites and rich ladies queued up at the door, each craning their necks with eyes full of anticipation and curiosity.

Wang Fugui was forced by Chen Yun to change into a clean white shirt and black trousers, with a bit of mousse in his hair, looking quite presentable. He held a measuring tape, his palms sweating from nerves.

"Remember, just gesture, absolutely no touching!" Chen Yun whispered a reminder from the side.

"I know, Sis."

The first to enter was a young woman in her thirties, wearing a Chanel suit and draped in jewels. Her eyes lit up the moment she saw Wang Fugui.

"Oh my, so this is Master Wang? You look even more dashing than in the photos."

Following Chen Yun's instructions, Wang Fugui nodded, trying his best to look professional.

"Madam, please stand still. I will measure you."

As he stepped toward the woman, a powerful surge of masculine aura hit her. It made her cheeks flush, and her heart skipped a beat.

Suppressing his discomfort, Wang Fugui pulled out the measuring tape and began gesturing around her.

Measuring shoulder width, the tape hovered an inch above her shoulders.

Measuring the bust, the tape traced an arc in front of her chest, never making contact.

Measuring the waist, the tape hung in the air beside her slender waist... Wang Fugui strictly followed the "no touching" rule, his movements as stiff as a robot's. But he didn't realize that the more he acted this way, the more intense the heat radiating from him due to his nervousness became.

Standing there, the woman felt as if she were surrounded by an invisible furnace. Every time Wang Fugui gestured near a part of her body, she felt the skin there tingle as if touched by a hot iron.

Especially when Wang Fugui bent down to measure the skirt length, his sharp-featured face was only a dozen centimeters from her thigh. The heat he exhaled seemed to penetrate her skirt, making her legs go weak.

"Is... is it done?" The woman's voice began to tremble.

"It's done." Wang Fugui straightened up and rattled off a string of numbers, not even sure if they were correct.

Chen Yun immediately stepped forward, leading the woman aside with a beaming smile. "Madam, the measurements are complete. Please take a look at our fabrics over here..."

The woman was in no state to look at fabrics. She nodded absentmindedly. "Fine, fine. Use your best materials and make... make ten sets!"

After speaking, she fled the room. As she stepped out the door, her legs gave way, and she nearly fell to the ground.

Next, one rich lady after another walked in.

Wang Fugui was like a worker on an assembly line, repeating the "Only Measuring, No Touching" routine.

But those women all seemed to be under a spell in front of him.

Some turned beet red as they were being measured and started talking nonsense.

Some grew weak all over as they stood there, needing Lin Xiaocao to support them to stay upright.

There was an even more extreme case: when Wang Fugui gestured with the tape above her hips, she actually let out a soft moan and fainted right there.

The entire reception room had practically become a massive "poisoning" scene.

Wang Fugui himself was about to reach his limit. The mixture of perfumes in the room, combined with the heat he was radiating, made his head spin. Even worse, the way those women looked at him was as if they wanted to skin him alive, making his hair stand on end.

He felt like he wasn't measuring bodies, but being "visually leered at" by a pack of female demons.

But the results were staggering. In just one afternoon, the order amounts Chen Yun received exceeded the profits they had made from selling floral cloth for the entire past month.

Seeing Chen Yun and Lin Xiaocao counting money until their hands cramped, Wang Fugui couldn't feel happy at all.

He felt that being an "Energy Pattern Master" was more exhausting than carrying bricks on a construction site.