Yang Qingheng shook her head: "It's fine, sister-in-law, just do as I say."

Seeing that she insisted, Sister-in-law Sun stopped interfering, glanced at the clock in the main room, and pulled Yang Qingheng out the door.

When the two arrived, the movie had just started. Usually, whenever they watched a movie, Sister-in-law Sun would be glued to the screen, afraid of missing a single scene. However, today she had been entrusted by Yang Qingheng, and her mind was full of how to help Yang Qingheng promote the movie. She slipped out through the gaps in the crowd after sitting down for only a few minutes.

She quickly joined the chat of a group of older women. Her bag was eye-catching and attracted a lot of attention as soon as she appeared. As soon as everyone saw Sister Sun arrive, they rushed over to ask her about it.

"Tiger's mom, where did you buy this little bag? It looks pretty impressive."

"Yeah, let me feel what kind of material it is..."

Sister-in-law Sun slapped their hands away: "You can look, but you can't touch." If you looked closely, you could see a hint of smugness in her expression.

Remembering what Yang Qingheng had just told her, she glanced around and said mysteriously, "I bought this little bag on the black market. I heard it was made by an old embroiderer. I managed to snag one."

"How much?"

"Five yuan each," Sister Sun gestured.

Everyone was taken aback and hesitated: "So expensive?"

This price could buy a complete outfit. Buying a small bag is not worth it, as it's neither edible nor wearable.

The older women immediately shut up, but the young girls, who were at an age where they loved to look pretty, kept asking Sister-in-law Sun about it.

Sister-in-law Sun rolled her eyes at the speaker: "You get what you pay for. I already said it was made by the old embroiderer. Look at the stitches, look at the colors and the style..."

She praised Yang Qingheng's words at length, which made a group of girls very eager to buy it, and some even said they would give six yuan to buy it.

Of course, Sister-in-law Sun refused. This was Yang Qingheng's bag; what right did she have to help her sell it? She only vaguely said she would think about it.

The girl was quite disappointed for a while, and she almost wore herself out trying to persuade Sister-in-law Sun.

Yang Qingheng lost interest in the movie and kept glancing at the back, marveling at it.

Who can tell the difference between Sister-in-law Sun and the top salesperson anymore? It's a waste of her silver tongue if she's not allowed to sell insurance.

"...Damn it, I haven't seen that bitch Song Hengjue lately, otherwise I would punch him to death."

A curse came from behind her, and Yang Qingheng's ears twitched as she sat up straight.