Chapter 310: Three Years Passed Quickly

Zhong Xueru is a natural businessman and checks back and forth between her properties every day.

She recently noticed that many people were selling sugar figures and paintings of Sun Wukong, Tang Monk and his disciples on the street. Even the children on the street were shouting, "Here comes the Great Sage Equaling Heaven, Sun Wukong."

Every aspect highlights one thing - "Journey to the West" has become a huge hit.

The time she had always wanted to expand the Zhong Family Teahouse and open branches had come, and even... opening branches in other cities was not a bad idea.

All of this is thanks to the influence of "Journey to the West" and thanks to Sang Yu who brought "Journey to the West".

With all the benefits ahead, what does it matter if she takes 5% less interest?

"...Miss Zhong is indeed a natural born businessman." After listening to her explanation, Sang Yu was silent for a while and then uttered this sentence.

She originally thought that Sang Yongnian was already an old fox who was proficient in the business world, but now looking at Zhong Xueru, she realized that there is always someone better than you.

In today's social context, Zhong Xueru is still able to hold power in the Zhong family by virtue of her female identity, which is enough to show that she is so outstanding that people ignore her gender.

Trying to be petty with her on this matter is like waving a sword in front of Guan Gong - making a fool of yourself.

With this thought, Sang Yu simply gave up and said, "Miss Zhong, why are you wasting time arguing with me? You might as well just say it from the beginning."

"It's very interesting." Zhong Xueru covered her mouth and laughed. If Sang Yu hadn't argued with her, how could she have given in so easily? After all, no one would complain about having too much money.

Zhong Xueru did what she said. She signed the document the day before and attended a tea party the next day carrying a bag from Tianlu Pavilion.

The turquoise Shu brocade, tailored to her body and decorated with yellow and white embroidery, made Zhong Xueru look extraordinary and attracted the attention of everyone present as soon as she appeared.

Everyone's eyes followed her as she walked, until she sat down and placed the delicate white bag in her hand on the table, and then no one noticed that she had an extra accessory today.

The small white bag was only the size of two palms and was semicircular in shape. A white lotus was embroidered on the white bag, with only the stamens having a hint of light yellow.

A wealthy lady who was on good terms with her immediately became interested and asked curiously, "Sister Xueru, what is this? It looks quite exquisite."

"This is a handbag. It's inconvenient to carry things when wearing a skirt. Carrying a handbag does not affect the appearance and is more convenient."

Zhong Xueru placed her fingertips on the silk-wrapped buckle on top of the handbag, pressed it lightly, and opened the bag. She took out a rouge box and handed it to the person who was speaking.

"It just so happened that I saw a new lip balm from a rouge shop the other day while shopping. It was the color you liked, so I bought it."

After that, she said nothing more and quietly attended the tea party.

Sometimes there is no need to say much to some people or some things, just a few words are enough, and those who are interested will naturally inquire.

The day after the banquet, Tianlu Pavilion, which had been deserted, suddenly became very popular and the several bags displayed in the store were sold out.

The maids who had received the orders and received the money lagged behind a little. When they came to their senses, they could only see the empty display stand and the clerk with his hands spread out and an embarrassed look on his face.

It’s really not that Tianlu Pavilion deliberately hoarded goods in order to sell them at a high price, it’s just that the requirements set by Sang Yu were too high and too strict.

Every bag must be made to perfection, without any faults to be found.

So those rich young ladies who didn't get the item congratulated those sisters who bought it and showed it off, while secretly promising to buy it next time.

All the goods have been sold out, so Sang Yu specifically went to Sang Yongnian to apply for early dividends.

Although he was a little puzzled by this, he still agreed. After all, the goods were sold out, it was just a matter of getting them earlier or later.

Sang Yu's desire for dividends was certainly not due to a lack of money. In fact, since the opening of Jade Drink, the price of Pearl Drink has dropped, but the profit earned is actually more than before.

She only wants money because...

"Mom, the bags you made were sold, and I helped you get the money back."

As soon as Sang Yu entered the door, he shouted loudly, shaking the small purse in his hand. The bulging purse made a "clattering" sound as he shook.

Xie Qiujin's craftsmanship is really amazing. She only sewed clothes for her family before and it was not very noticeable. But after Sang Yu taught her how to make bags, she seemed to have suddenly opened up her Ren and Du meridians, and she became more and more proficient in this area.

Now, for most of the bags in Tianlu Pavilion, Xie Qiujin is the one who first has to find an embroiderer to embroider the pattern, and then adjust the cloth with the embroidered pattern to the appropriate position and hoop it to make the finished product.

She herself enjoys it very much and shows extraordinary love and seriousness.

As a result, Sang Yongjing became the one with the most free time in the family.

He could only take on the task of cooking, and gradually felt the satisfaction that came from seeing the delicious food he made being snatched away by others, and he actually enjoyed it.

Old Mrs. Shi is old and has poor eyesight. She doesn't like to go out. On weekdays, she likes to sit in the yard to bask in the sun and help pick vegetables.

Ever since Xiaohu's grandmother, Old Lady Jin, came to chat with her, she has looked a little younger after listening to all kinds of gossip and rumors in the village.

After attending school for a while, Sang Xinghao found that he was not cut out for studying and he wanted to learn martial arts to protect his family.

Sang Yu respected his choice. After his third uncle Sang Yongsheng came back, he took Sang Xinghao to the city every day to learn martial arts in the backyard of Zhenzhuyin.

Sang Anzhu's deficit grew bigger and bigger, and he could no longer sustain it. Jade Drink closed hastily after being open for less than a month.

The guys who had left before cried and shouted that they wanted to come back, but Sang Yu sternly refused. She didn't want these fickle people.

In the blink of an eye, three years have passed.

Qinghuan Street is as bustling as ever. The signboard of "Pearl Drinks", which has been washed by time and wind and rain, has become more and more quaint, with a bit of the flavor of an old shop.

The shop assistants in uniform were busy all the time, and from time to time people in black vests hurried away with lunch boxes.

In the backyard, the originally empty yard was converted into a martial arts training ground. In the cold winter, a young man in a sleeveless short jacket danced with a spear skillfully. After completing a set of movements, white mist rose from his body.

The girl curled up on a small stool nearby, her hands supporting her cheeks. Her eyelashes cast tiny shadows in the sunlight, and her cheeks were slightly red from the cold.

Seeing this, he was like an excited snowball, clapping his hands, and his fur-collared cotton jacket began to tremble slightly.

"Hao'er is awesome!"

Sang Yu was generous with her praise, but it made Sang Xinghao blush and feel a little embarrassed.

"Sister, you're just trying to bluff me with nice things. Uncle San said I started practicing martial arts too late and that I need to work harder to catch up with my peers."

Three years later, Sang Xinghao, who was originally only as tall as Sang Yu's chest, has grown to 1.6 meters due to sufficient nutrition and exercise.

His muscles are firm and full of energy, and he is no longer the sickly-looking man he used to be.