Back to the Past: Breaking the Love Spell

Chapter 573

"Okay, I'm coming!" Carlisle replied as he finished styling his hair, ready to leave.

Francis, who was doing single-arm push-ups in the living room, looked up and asked, "Do you want me to go with you?"

Carlisle shook his head and replied, "No thanks. You can go sightseeing in Yorksle!"

Thinking that Wendell was capable of protecting Carlisle, Francis nodded and continued with his push-ups.

When Carlisle stepped out of the door, he ran into Patrick Simpson and a short-haired teenage girl.

"Good morning!"

Patrick greeted with a smile. Despite his social anxiety and tendency not to initiate greetings, Shein had specifically reminded him to overcome this bad habit, especially as Patrick was about to enter society, where social skills were crucial.

Carlisle glanced at Patrick with a hint of disdain and then headed straight for the elevator without looking back. Patrick stood there dazed, his face flushing. Being ignored after making an effort to be friendly only reinforced his belief that initiating greetings was a bad idea.

As he looked at Carlisle's departing figure, the short-haired teenager, Sharon, gently comforted Patrick, "Patrick, did you somehow offend him?"

Patrick laughed wryly.

"I only met him last night, just like you!"

Sharon's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Seriously? Didn't you go out again last night? Maybe you ran into him then. I don't think he's the type to lack manners."

Patrick thought for a moment before nodding.

"Actually, I did run into him last night, and we both nodded to each other. But it wasn't as awkward as it was just now!"

Sharon pressed her lips together and remarked, "That's odd. But it's okay. He's not from our school, so we probably won't interact much with each other in the future, anyway."

"Yeah, you're right. Let's hurry down. Everyone's waiting for us," Patrick said, regaining his composure and walking toward the elevator.

As Sharon trailed behind, Patrick suddenly asked, "How's your hair clip business going? I saw your ad on Alumni Network earlier. The wording was pretty good."

"Not a single call so far."

Sharon sighed in frustration. Her parents taught during the day and worked as private tutors in the evening, often traveling several miles to reach their students. She started selling hair clips at school to ease their burden and earned over 300 dollars in the first month.

Although it was a drop in the bucket compared to her family's debt, she was very satisfied with it. After all, her monthly allowance was only 120 dollars in high school.

Patrick responded, smilingly, "Honestly, I think you should consider wholesale instead of retail."

Slightly taken aback, Sharon asked, "How would I do wholesale?"

When they reached the elevator, Carlisle was still waiting there. Sharon glanced at Carlisle silently. Since he had been rude to Patrick, she didn't feel the need to be polite to him. After all, Patrick was not only her senior at school but also a business management major who had advised her on selling hair clips.Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

"So, Patrick, how should I go about wholesale?" Sharon continued asking.

Patrick inquired, "What's the cost, retail price, and profit per hair clip?"

Sharon replied, "The cost is 5.20 dollars. The retail price is seven dollars, so the profit for each hair clip is 1.80 dollars."

Patrick pondered before replying, "If you become a manufacturer's agent, the cost should be around four dollars. Then, you can recruit partners on campus and offer them a wholesale price of 5.20 dollars, with a minimum order of 30 units. This way, you can earn over 30 dollars with every partner. If their sales are good, they might return for more orders twice or thrice a month!"

Sharon's eyes lit up but quickly dimmed again.

"But the manufacturers might not grant me the agency rights."

Patrick smiled and said, "So you need to market yourself, demonstrating your resources and advantages to the manufacturers!"

Sharon lowered her head and muttered, "I have neither of those."

Suddenly, the elevator chimed, and the doors opened.

Carlisle walked straight in while Patrick courteously said to Sharon, "After you."