"Alright then, by the 30th, you guys send me two hundred boxes to Brother Feng's shop at Hengling Farmers Market."

"Uncle Guo, two hundred boxes is too few," He Wenlin said. "It's a holiday, two hundred boxes is too few. Do you know how many boxes Mr. Zhang, who rents out DVDs, sold yesterday, the Mid-Autumn Festival?"

"How many?"

One hundred and thirty!

Guo Dali knew Zhang Hong's business was good, but he had no idea it was this good!

A profit of three yuan per box, that's 130 yuan, holy crap, a profit of 390 yuan!

He Wenlin continued, "Listen to me, order four hundred boxes first. I'll deliver two hundred boxes to you the first time, and then prepare another two hundred boxes to deliver the next day. This way, the supply will be seamless and there won't be any shortages."

Four hundred items; even if business is slow, they should sell out in four or five days. But remember, the shelf life is about seven days, so don't put them in direct sunlight.

Guo Dali hesitated for a moment: "Okay, then I'll take four hundred pieces."

Guo Dali paid for two hundred boxes, totaling 1,300 yuan. He Wenlin wrote him a receipt and the delivery date.

With Guo Dali gone, everyone can finally have some fun.

"Linlin, you make money way too easily..." He Ling said with a smile.

"You're making it too easy for me. Every month when I get my salary, you don't like how much pressure I'm under."

"We spent several thousand yuan just on benefits for the Mid-Autumn Festival. We can't refuse to give them anything; it's putting a lot of pressure on us," said Mr. He. "Linlin, if those two women also come to buy goods, we might not be able to handle the orders for the National Day holiday."

“Yes, I’ll ask Boss Sun again in a couple of days. If she’s sure she wants it, I’ll buy the machine and hire temporary workers to help.” He Wenlin said, “At this time, I feel that having a vehicle would be very helpful for delivery.”

He Wenlin still has some money, but there's still no news about the house. Should she buy a car first?