She didn't stop her younger sister, but let her set up her stall. Life is not just about studying; there are many more things to experience.

She welcomes her younger sister to experience a wide variety of things.

“We sell small accessories, like necklaces, jewelry, crystals, and so on,” Zhong Rou said, counting on her fingers.

Chu Fang asked, "Can it make money?"

"Sure, I'll buy something that costs only a few cents for nine dollars and ninety cents."

“... ..."

Perhaps this is what unscrupulous merchants are like.

Zhong Tingyue asked, "Where do you get your supplies? How can you buy things for just a few cents?"

"Wenqing's mother's company does this."

Yes, this suggestion came from Wenqing's mother: give her the lowest price, and she's guaranteed to make a huge profit.

Zhong Tingyue said, "It's up to you, but you have to bear all the expenses incurred in setting up the stall yourself. I won't give you a single penny."

To everyone's surprise, Zhong Rou snorted softly, tilted her head back, and said with extreme pride, "Zhong Tingyue, don't think you can dampen my enthusiasm like this. I am a business genius. I can build a prosperous business empire with only a thousand yuan left. It's even more powerful than your lousy studio."

"When the time comes, I'll be sitting in this chair, and you'll be kneeling down. I'm going to bury you in money until you die."

"I won't kneel, and I don't want your money."

"That won't do, you have to have my money."

“... ..."

Chu Fang chuckled as he read this.

These two sisters are really interesting.

Zhong Rou glanced at him sideways: "What are you laughing at? I'm going to smash you to death too."

Chu Fang replied, "Keep up the good work, little sister, you will succeed."

... ...

Let's get right to it and execute with top-notch efficiency!

Over the next few days, Zhong Rou was like a monkey, jumping around and carrying all sorts of ornaments from outside, piling them up in her home.

Zhong Tingyue couldn't stand it anymore and even charged her fifty yuan as a 'warehouse fee'.

Enraged, Zhong Rou gritted her teeth and vowed to get revenge later.

Because of poverty, Zhong Rou gave up sleeping in. She got up early on Saturday morning to organize the things she wanted to sell that day.

"Brother-in-law."

"what?"

"Why don't you drive me there? I can't take all this stuff with me."

Chu Fang glanced at the pile of things: "Twenty."

"You're going to rob me?!"

"A taxi ride would cost at least 30 yuan. Did I rob you?"

"I am your sister-in-law."

"Nineteen, that's the lowest we can go."

The price was eventually negotiated down to eighteen yuan.

Zhong Rou put her hands on her hips and said angrily, "Neither of you two is any good."

Chu Fang helped Zhong Rou carry the things she bought downstairs and put them in the car, while Wenqing's mother and Wenqing were already waiting downstairs.

Upon seeing them, he immediately offered his assistance.

The group quickly tidied everything up.

Chu Fang then drove Zhong Rou and Wen Qing to the stall, leaving Wen Qing's mother and Zhong Tingyue behind.

Zhong Tingyue pursed her lips and handed over a red envelope: "Thank you so much..."

She wasn't Zhong Rou, who was naive and knew that it was very difficult to obtain jewelry worth a few cents. Her younger sister was able to get it because her mother had helped her.

Wenqing's mother declined, saying, "I should be the one thanking her. Xiaorou is a good girl who has helped Wenqing a lot at school. She also brought Wenqing along to this stall. I am really grateful to her."

Spending time with Zhong Rou has greatly changed Wenqing's introverted personality, making her more cheerful, which is a great encouragement to Wenqing's mother.

"That's yours..."

"Boy friend."

"Very handsome."

"Thanks."

The two chatted for a few minutes before parting ways.

Looking at Zhong Tingyue's graceful figure, elegant and upright, like a slender willow tree, exuding a serene temperament, Wen Qing couldn't help but sigh as Chu Fang's face appeared in his mind:

"A perfect match, a match made in heaven."

... ...

Before long, the three of them arrived at the stall.

Zhong Rou and Wen Qing got out of the car. The former carried the jewelry, while the latter swept the ground and laid a layer of clean white plastic on it. The jewelry, including necklaces, bracelets, brooches, earrings, and more, was laid out on top of the plastic.

Chu Fang didn't rush to leave. Instead, he sat to the side and watched the two little girls tidy up their belongings. They looked very serious, especially Zhong Rou, whose dark eyes were full of desire for money and her hard work and struggle.

After everything was set up, Zhong Rou moved two small stools. Wen Qing sat obediently on one, while Zhong Rou took a sip of water, cleared her throat, and shouted loudly, "Don't miss out! Jewelry that used to cost 999 or 9999 is only 19.9 today! It's a rock-bottom price! For 19.9, you won't lose out; you'll get genuine jewelry..."

“... ..."

No, your cost price is only a few cents, less than two yuan at most, yet you're selling it for 19.9 yuan. Zhong Rou, do you have any shame?

Chu Fang, who was standing next to him, twitched at the corner of his mouth as he listened.

Even selling heroin wouldn't yield such a large profit.

The sister-in-law's bold remarks left Chu Fang speechless.

Wen Qing shared the same sentiment as Chu Fang, a faint blush appearing on her pretty face.

However, it was clear that Zhong Rou had not considered their feelings.

All she wants now is to make money and maximize profits with minimal cost.

Passersby, seeing the two little girls setting up their stall, gathered around with great interest. Seeing this, Zhong Rou became even more excited and loudly introduced the products.

To her disappointment, the passersby simply looked, shook their heads, and left without any intention of buying anything.

After setting up the stall all morning, only a handful of ornaments were sold.

Zhong Rou frowned deeply: "Why can't they sell?"

"You're treating him like a vengeful spirit," Chu Fang said from the side.

"Brother-in-law, shut up."

As Wenqing wiped the dust off the jewelry, she said, "Rou Rou, it seems we really did sell it for too high a price."

“It’s not expensive!” Zhong Rou said. “These ornaments contain our hard work and effort. Selling them for 19.9 yuan is a huge profit for them.”

Wen Qing opened her mouth, but ultimately didn't say anything, while Chu Fang couldn't stop smiling.

My sister-in-law is indeed extraordinary.

Zhong Rou insisted on her selling price and continued to greet customers with great enthusiasm. As the saying goes, heaven rewards the diligent, and finally a group of people came, wearing uniforms with two big words printed on their backs: Urban Management.

"You can't set up stalls here. You two, pack up right now," the lead urban management officer said to Zhong Rou. "It's a two-hundred-yuan fine."

Zhong Rou's voice boomed through the sky: "How much?!?!"

"How about a hundred?" Seeing that they were two little girls, the leader thought for a moment and asked in a consultative manner.

"Why don't you just kill me?" Zhong Rou said, spreading her arms wide as if she were about to die.

I have no money, but I can take your life. If you want it, take it, but don't take my money.

“... ..."

The urban management officers looked at each other, some of them appearing less confident.

Having worked as a city management officer for so many years, this is the first time I've encountered such arrogant vendors. If I encountered vendors like this, I would confiscate their goods on the spot. But today, the vendors are two little girls. If they dare to do that, the next second they'll be trending at number one on Weibo.

Urban management officers bullying a little girl!

These urban management officers were helpless for a time.