After dinner, while Jiang Jiahua and Jiang Yong'an were out, Jiang Yiran went into Peng Cuiying's room.

"Mom, believe me, Haiyang is really capable. In a few years, when he becomes successful, your money will come back a thousandfold, a hundredfold, Mom..."

Jiang Yiran clung to Peng Cuiying's arm and acted coquettishly.

Peng Cuiying felt disgusted when she thought about how Qin Haiyang looked like he hadn't eaten at the dinner table that evening.

She gave Jiang Yiran a helpless glare, "I don't know what kind of spell he's cast on you? Look how poor the Qin family is, how do you know he'll become rich and the richest man in the future?"

Besides, your dad and third brother were just saying today that that brat Jiang Qiaoqiao is making a fool of herself by setting up a stall at the market. Now you want to go into business with Qin Haiyang, aren't you just trying to anger your dad?

"Mom! I just knew Haiyang would make it big!" Jiang Yiran said with absolute certainty. "Mom, our business is different from my sister's. We're not going to set up a stall; I plan to rent a big shop..."

"Mom, Haiyang just needs a chance right now. Please help him, please!"

"This...you want to set up your own supply and marketing cooperative?" Peng Cuiying was shocked by Jiang Yiran's idea.

That's incredibly audacious.

Jiang Yiran analyzed the current policies and situation with Peng Cuiying, and confidently told Peng Cuiying that the country's policies on doing business would only become more and more relaxed in the future.

Jiang Yiran remembers that the first supermarket in the county town in her previous life was opened by Qin Haiyang in 1988.

On the day the supermarket opened, the entire county was practically deserted.

All the goods prepared by the supermarket were sold out in less than half a day.

At that time, Jiang Qiaoqiao was already the envy of everyone in the county town as a supermarket owner, but she was also going through a humiliating divorce with Huo Beixiao.

Actually, if she hadn't been provoked by Jiang Qiaoqiao, she wouldn't have married someone who talked a lot of nonsense, causing her to live a miserable life for half her life.

Thinking of her past life, Jiang Yiran hated Jiang Qiaoqiao even more.

Although Peng Cuiying thought Jiang Yiran was a bit crazy, she was, after all, her daughter whom she had raised since childhood, and she couldn't bear to see her suffer in the countryside. She gritted her teeth and asked.

"How much money do you want me to invest in him?"

Jiang Yiran held up two fingers.

"Two hundred yuan isn't much," Peng Cuiying said, reaching for the money.

"Mom, it's not two hundred, it's two thousand," Jiang Yiran said hurriedly.