“Okay!” Jiang Qiaoqiao looked at Zheng Yulan with bright eyes and nodded emphatically. “Sister-in-law, let’s put up the recruitment notice first.”

Zheng Yulan hesitated upon hearing Jiang Qiaoqiao's words.

Seeing that Jiang Qiaoqiao had found some red paper and was about to spread it out to write a job advertisement, she finally made up her mind and said:

"Qiaoqiao, although this isn't my place to speak, since things have been settled between your brother and me, I'll be frank. Actually, our shop isn't very big, and we only sell a hundred ducks a day. My aunt and I can manage on our own, so do we not need to hire anyone?"

After she finished speaking, fearing that Jiang Qiaoqiao would misunderstand her meaning, she quickly added, "Qiaoqiao, if we don't hire anyone, I'll do more so it won't tire Auntie out."

Hearing Zheng Yulan's urgent explanation, Jiang Qiaoqiao laughed, "Sister-in-law, don't say my brother is reluctant to let you work hard. Even if it is hard, we should still hire this person!"

She patiently explained to Zheng Yulan, "If we only open this one store, then not hiring anyone will definitely not be a problem. But once your duck farm is built, one store certainly won't be able to handle all the ducks that come out to market every day. Just like your previous plan, we'll definitely have to open a branch store."

We'll drive Yang Benya to the provincial capital, to the northern part of the city, to Shanghai, and all over the country! And all of this will require people.

"Now let's recruit people first, train them gradually, and figure out their temperaments and personalities. That way, when we open branch stores, we'll have enough manpower to use."

If someone else had presented her with such a grand vision, she would have wanted to spit out their dream and call them a daydream!

But when Jiang Qiaoqiao said those words, she felt that it was definitely possible, and she couldn't help but feel excited.

After discussing with Zheng Yulan about writing and posting the job advertisement, Jiang Qiaoqiao went to Yiren Clothing.

We just finished our opening event, and most people who wanted to buy clothes have already done so. The store hasn't been very busy these past two days, with few customers.

It should be Luo Yingzi and Yang Hongying on duty right now, but Zhou Yang is also here at the store even though it's not his turn to be on duty.

The three people are sorting the goods right now.

Welcome!

As soon as Jiang Qiaoqiao entered, before the three of them could even get a good look at her, they greeted her.

"sister in law!"

"Sister Qiao Qiao!"

"Oh, Qiaoqiao, you're back!"

After Luo Yingzi and Zhou Yang greeted each other, Yang Hongying slapped her thigh and said excitedly.

"Qiaoqiao, have you taken care of everything for Uncle's funeral?" Yang Hongying asked.

Jiang Qiaoqiao smiled slightly and nodded.

Yang Hongying said, "It's good that it's been handled well, Qiaoqiao. The dead are gone, but we who are alive have to live our lives well. Please take it easy and don't think too much about it!"

"Um."

After nodding again, Jiang Qiaoqiao called Zhou Yang over to check the accounts for the past few days.

As expected, business at the store plummeted after the opening event.

These past few days, the store has only been selling two or three hundred yuan worth of goods per day.

Zhou Yang was actually quite worried when he did the math, but no one told him.

Just then, Jiang Qiaoqiao returned, and he couldn't help but say to her, "Sister Qiaoqiao, when we used to run a stall, we could make this much money in a day. Now that we're running such a big store, the rent and labor costs have increased, but the turnover hasn't increased. This is just too unprofitable."

Jiang Qiaoqiao smiled and flicked the young man's forehead, "Do you think you can keep running this stall forever?"

"Besides, the prices were cheap during our previous promotion, and everyone who wanted to buy autumn or summer clothes sold out in those few days. Buying clothes isn't like eating, something you consume every day. You can't buy clothes every day, can you?"

"You only see that our store's business has been bad these past few days, but have you looked at how other stores are doing, or how the stalls in the market are doing?"

Jiang Qiaoqiao asked Zhou Yang.

Zhou Yang patted his chest and said, "Sister Qiao, you told me that knowing yourself and your enemy will ensure victory in every battle, so of course I've gone to see them all."

"Among our shops, only two have tailors, and their business is better, but it's not that they sell ready-made clothes well; it's that they've already started buying fabric to make thermal underwear this season. The remaining three shops that only sell ready-made clothes are doing much worse than us. I estimate they can only make forty or fifty yuan a day."

Needless to say, the stalls in the market were even worse. When we used to have stalls, those people were always envious of us, as if we were stealing their business. But back then, when people came to our stall to look at clothes, they would at least glance at their stall as well, and if they saw something they liked, they would buy it too.

Now that we've stopped setting up stalls, hardly anyone goes to the clothing section of the market anymore..."

Jiang Qiaoqiao smiled.

Now that business has just opened up, many people's business concepts are not yet mature enough.

He only cares about his competitors, as if all the business would be his if there were no competitors.

But in reality, even without competitors, popularity still can't be built up.

Without customers, business can't continue.

Jiang Qiaoqiao ruffled Zhou Yang's buzz cut and said, "Business has been bad for everyone lately, which means we sold too much in the previous batch. What's the rush?"

Zhou Yang chuckled awkwardly, "Well, all I wanted was to earn more money, right? If we could have earned more before, Uncle..."

Zhou Yang realized halfway through his sentence that what he said would bring up Jiang Qiaoqiao's sad memories, so he quickly shut his mouth.

Jiang Qiaoqiao curled her lips slightly and said calmly, "It's not about money."

She held Huo Beixiao's savings book in her hand; taking out 200,000 yuan was not a problem, and in fact, they had already withdrawn it.

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