"Yes, Yingxue gave birth a couple of days ago. My in-laws were busy, so they brought me over to take care of Yingxue during her postpartum period."

Although Aunt Wang remembered that Xu Junhui was Huang Jianguo's brother-in-law, she did not mention that Chen Zhaodi had paid her wages.

She has never spent time with Huang Qinqin and doesn't know if Huang Qinqin would mind.

Although Wang Yingxue kept saying that Huang Qinqin wouldn't mind, Aunt Wang was still worried.

"Um, you're here to see your in-laws, right? They'll probably be off work soon, why don't you sit down for a bit?"

"Oh, okay, I'll sit for a while then."

After Xu Junhui sat down, Aunt Wang stood awkwardly to his side.

She quickly said, "Aunt Wang, you don't need to entertain me specially. I can stay by myself for a while."

"Alright, then I'll go prepare lunch!"

Aunt Wang was a bit timid to begin with, and when Xu Junhui spoke up, telling her that she didn't need to entertain him.

He ran headlong into the kitchen without looking back.

Xu Junhui even began to wonder if he looked really scary.

Aunt Wang went into the kitchen and came out again in a slow, shuffling manner, less than two minutes later.

"Hey, Jianguo's brother-in-law, are you staying for dinner?"

When Aunt Wang asked him, Xu Junhui tried his best to smile in a friendly manner.

She said softly, "Yes, thank you. Aunt Wang, please cook some more rice."

"You're welcome! I'll go cook now!"

Unfortunately, Aunt Wang didn't even raise her head once throughout the entire ordeal.

After receiving Xu Junhui's reply, he lowered his head and ran away.

Xu Junhui: ......

This time, Xu Junhui probably concluded that it wasn't that he looked scary, but rather that Aunt Wang was a bit timid.

......

Huang Qinqin originally thought that Manager Gao would not be able to buy the pickled vegetables until tomorrow.

Who knew that in the short time they went out to make a phone call, Manager Gao appeared in front of their rented house.

"Manager Gao, what are you doing squatting by the door?"

"If we're not home, you can come over later."

If Huang Qinqin hadn't had good eyesight, she might have bumped into Manager Gao directly.

Manager Gao reached out his hand to Xu Weiguo, gesturing for him to help him up.

After being helped to his feet by Xu Weiguo, Manager Gao said dejectedly, "I was originally planning to go back first."

“But I saw Jianwen and Jianwu next door.”

“They said you were just going out to make a phone call and would be back soon, so I’m waiting here.”

"Who knew it would take you so long to make a phone call?"

Huang Qinqin and her group looked away somewhat guiltily, not daring to meet Manager Gao's gaze.

To be honest, they didn't expect that they would talk for so long.

Thinking about the phone bill she had just paid, Huang Qinqin felt a pang of heartache again.

To avoid feeling bad about the ten yuan, Huang Qinqin quickly changed the subject.

"Manager Gao, is there something you forgot to mention this morning?"

"Let's go inside and sit down to talk."

"Oh, right, right, let's go in and sit down and chat."

Xu Weiguo helped Manager Gao into the house, and Zhang Yumei immediately gave him a bottle of soda.

Huang Qinqin waited until Manager Gao had caught his breath before repeating her question.

Manager Gao waved his hand: "It's not that I forgot to say something."

"I bought some pickled vegetables from the stall next door, so I brought them over to you right away."

Huang Qinqin was somewhat surprised; she hadn't expected to buy it so easily.

"So fast? It seems you have quite a few connections in Guangzhou, Manager Gao."

"It's not that I have a lot of connections; it's simply because they started selling pickled vegetables yesterday."

Speaking of this, Manager Gao felt a little embarrassed.

Because it was his first time attending the Canton Fair.

So he didn't know that once they determined which unit was at which stall, they could start selling immediately.

So he had just finished eating when he went to try and build a relationship with them.

When people ask him to buy a jar of pickled vegetables, they look at him like he's an idiot!

Huang Qinqin asked in surprise, "Oh? Is that so?"

"Can we start selling earlier? Will anyone buy?"

Yes! And quite a lot of them.

This was the second thing Manager Gao was going to tell Huang Qinqin.

But since it's already been brought up, let's talk about it now.

“I heard from people in Yun City who participated that the current market activity is a warm-up period given to us by the authorities.”

"The goal is to give interested people a basic understanding of what's available for sale at this year's Canton Fair."

"If they are interested, they will buy one or two items in advance to experience the quality and taste."

"Then we'll formally discuss the price at the Canton Fair."

"We're already two days behind everyone else, so we'll be going over there to set up our booth soon."

"We'll officially start selling tomorrow morning."

Huang Qinqin nodded and carefully wrote down what Manager Gao said.

"Okay, I understand. Shall we head straight to the venue?"

Manager Gao waved his hand: "No rush, let's try this pickled vegetable first and see how it tastes."

"I just found out that they manage to sign orders with the military every year at the Canton Fair."

"After I bought the pickled vegetables, I walked around and found that our two pickled vegetable shops were the only ones in the entire venue."

"So I want to try and see if I can snatch some of their orders."

Huang Qinqin did not answer Manager Gao's question immediately.

Because Huang Qinqin finds it difficult to make a judgment without knowing the other party.

"Let's try some of their pickled vegetables first. I'll get the chopsticks."

After a group of people tasted the "Red Star Pickled Vegetables," they completely disregarded them.

"This pickled vegetable is no different from the ones in the market."

"They still dare to sell this for two cents a bottle?"

Manager Gao looked at the bottle of pickled vegetables with some disdain: "The taste is much worse than ours, and it's not even in a big bottle like ours."

"Once we start selling, we'll definitely be able to snatch all their orders!"

Hearing Manager Gao's words, Huang Qinqin reminded him somewhat helplessly, "Manager, have you forgotten something?"

“Our pickled vegetables are priced at three yuan a bottle. With that price difference, we might not be able to win all the orders.”

When she mentioned the price issue, Manager Gao also felt a bit overwhelmed.

"Qinqin, do we really have to sell it for such a high price?"

"Don't we only sell it for three cents at the department store? Can't we keep the same price as the department store?"

Huang Qinqin shook her head firmly: "No, have you forgotten? We sell it to Mr. George for three yuan a bottle."

"If an American businessman comes during the Canton Fair and sees this, and then it gets back to Mr. George, we're finished!"

"However, I do have another idea."

Manager Gao asked impatiently, "What method?"