Meng Zhao recognized the man. He used to own a shop nearby, but business declined, so he sold it, leaving him with a couple hundred taels of silver, which he originally planned to use for his retirement. However, ever since he discovered a business opportunity at the Treasure Pavilion, he had become interested in it.

A set of "National Beauty and Heavenly Fragrance" gift box can be reserved for ten taels of silver. After receiving the goods, it can be resold for several hundred coins more, making it easy to sell. If a person invests thirty taels of silver a month, they can earn one or two taels of silver, which is much easier than going out to work.

After tasting success, he not only started working there himself, but also brought his wife and parents over, and they relied on Meng Zhao's shop for their livelihood every month.

"Sir, you look very familiar. You must be a regular customer of our shop, right?"

Meng Jianqiu, who was standing nearby, immediately understood, opened the ledger, and reported the time and number of times that the person and his family had booked.

After listening, Meng Zhao raised an eyebrow. "In the past three or four months, your family has ordered at least twenty or thirty gift boxes from me, right? Even if your family has a large number of people, you can't possibly use that many, can you?"

The man hadn't expected Meng Zhao to know so much about his family, but he still stubbornly insisted, "What's wrong? I have many relatives and friends, can't I buy these as gifts? Your shop is open, but you're not selling anything, what kind of logic is that?"

Several people with the same goal chimed in, "When you open a shop and do business, why do you care how much others want to buy? Just pay them. Besides, you guys said before that you could buy one set every ten days. How can you just change that rule like that?"

Meng Zhao remained calm and composed, her tone still even. "Who said we're not selling goods anymore? It's just that our stock is limited, so naturally we have to set some rules. The rule that we can only pre-order once every three months was posted on the door after the New Year. When the rule was first changed, everyone had objections, and we were accommodating to everyone we could. But so much time has passed, and it's not appropriate to cause trouble now, is it?"

Meng Zhao knew that those merchants could transport her goods elsewhere and also boost the sales of other products. However, these local yaks were of little benefit to the shop. With her goods plentiful, she could simply raise her hand without expecting anything in return. She couldn't just not feed others when she was full herself.

But now, she doesn't have that many goods, and these people want to force her to break the rules, which she naturally cannot comply with.

Seeing Meng Zhao's resolute attitude, the man stamped his feet in frustration. He used to be able to order three gift sets a month, and sell each set to anxious merchants at a markup of 500 coins, earning 1.5 taels a month.

If the price is changed to one set every three months, he can only earn two taels of silver a year at most. If the price is increased too much, the merchants are not stupid. They can buy other things in the store and still order a set with twenty taels. Why would they buy from him?

If you try to get too many people to place orders, and some of them are unfamiliar with the business, they might just run off with your money or the goods, and you'll really lose a lot of money.

"I don't care what nonsense you're spouting! Your shop is open, so you have to sell things! If you don't sell to me, I'm lying here and not leaving!" After saying that, he pulled over a chair next to the counter, leaned over, and lay down on it, striking a rogue-like pose.

Seeing this, Meng Zhao sneered, "Oh, trying to act tough with me, huh?" She turned to He Jianxia and said, "Go next door and call Huang Cui and Yin Chun over. I want to see how long he can keep up this act."

When the man heard her about to call for help, he became anxious and said, "What do you want to do? If you dare to lay a hand on me, I'll sue you."

A short while later, Huang Cui and Yin Chun arrived from next door. As soon as they entered, they pushed through the crowd and stood next to Meng Zhao.

Meng Zhao pointed to the man lying on the chair and said crisply, "This man is causing trouble in the store. Throw him out."

Although the New Year has passed, Huang Cuiyinchun's figure is thinner than before, but her strength is even greater than before.

The man was initially defiant and struggled to get up from the chair, but Huang Cui stepped forward, pressed his shoulders down with both hands, and pinned him firmly to the chair, unable to move.

Yin Chun grabbed his feet directly, and no matter how much he kicked and struggled, it was to no avail. In the end, one person grabbed his feet and the other his arms, and they actually threw him out.

Several people who had initially wanted to speak up for them shrank back in fear when they saw that lifting a strong man was no more difficult than lifting a table.

The man fell to the ground with a thud, his back slamming directly onto the stone pavement. He grimaced in pain and couldn't get up for a long time.

After finally managing to stand up, and still trying to go back into the store, Meng Zhao stood at the door, arms crossed, and said coldly, "Let me give you a piece of advice: go back to where you came from. If you dare to cause trouble again, next time it won't just be you being thrown out. You and your whole family will never be able to buy anything from me again."

The man was speechless after being choked by Meng Zhao's words. He glanced at Huang Cui and Yin Chun, who were standing behind Meng Zhao and eyeing him menacingly. He knew that he would not gain anything by making a scene any longer, so he could only slink away and leave with his accomplices.

After chasing away the troublemakers, Meng Zhao turned around and gave the other customers in the shop an apologetic smile. "Everyone, I'm so sorry to have made you all laugh. I was forced into this situation. Our shop originally made these things so that the villagers in the county could have good products, but I didn't expect that because of those resellers, we ourselves couldn't buy them. I'm really anxious about this."

At this moment, a woman next to her chimed in, "That's right! Those people line up every day, making it impossible for me to even get into the store to buy some scented soap. It's infuriating!"

"Yes, your shop was originally a place to sell good things, but they've made it so noisy and chaotic that people don't even feel like picking out anything."

Ultimately, the target audience for this double-layered gift box is limited. Most of the customers who come into the store are buying other products. Meng Zhaoding's rules are irrelevant to them. On the contrary, those people come and queue up every day, affecting the normal customers who are buying things.

Upon hearing this, Meng Zhao quickly replied with a smile, "Sister, are you looking for scented soap? Then please come into the shop and take a look. We have a full range of scented soaps available. Please feel free to choose."

"Sir, I'm so sorry, but don't worry, the rules have been set. If they dare to cause trouble again, I'll kick them all out. If you need anything, just come in and buy it. We'll make sure you have everything you need."