“I give myself confidence,” Jiang Sheng said speechlessly. “Besides, I’m not talking nonsense. In the future, those big companies will definitely earn this much every day. After all, as long as we can grow bigger and stronger, our customers will be all over the country. So many people will buy our products. Tell me, can we earn that much?”

"That's true..."

Zhao Defu nodded, then looked doubtful again: "But how can you guarantee that our products will sell so well? I'm a little skeptical."

“You probably won’t believe me if I tell you all this now,” Jiang Sheng said, patting Zhao Defu on the shoulder. “Alright, things here are almost done. I need to go home for a bit. Do you want to come with me?”

In Jiang Sheng's view, canning plants cannot operate for long.

Canned food was indeed very popular in the 1980s, but with the changing times and social progress, it gradually became more widespread in the market and became an ordinary product that everyone could afford.

Various novel and affordable foods have appeared on the market, and canned food is no longer the only option. As a result, prices have gradually decreased, and sales have declined day by day.

Just like in the future market, there won't be many people buying canned fruit anymore, because the price is low, and people who want to eat canned fruit can make it themselves at home, so there's no need to spend money to buy it.

To continue developing, canning cannot be the only option; as the saying goes, you can't put all your eggs in one basket.

Jiang Sheng was still thinking when Zhao Defu nodded in agreement, saying, "I'm also planning to go home. My uncle should be back by now. Let's meet again tomorrow!"

"Okay."

Jiang Sheng nodded, then spoke to Sun Zhengyi beside him, asking him to look after the place for a while longer.

Then, the two of them each rode a bicycle towards home.

The two were going the same way back. When they arrived at Jiang Sheng's house, Jiang Sheng glanced at Zhao Defu, who clearly wanted to stay, and couldn't help but give him a smug look, then jokingly scolded him.

"Alright, I knew you were eyeing my second sister's cooking. Come on in, have dinner at my house before you leave."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Defu immediately parked the car in the yard with excitement, rubbed his hands together, and chuckled.

“My uncle has been out of town for the past two days and I can’t reach him by phone, but he’s always like this, so I’m used to it.”

"If Brother Sheng invites me to have a meal here, it's definitely better than eating at home. I knew Brother Sheng was the best to me!"

"Alright, stop flattering me. If you want to eat, hurry up and go inside."

Jiang Sheng smiled and shook his head, then stepped into the room.

"Xiao Sheng is back!"

Seeing Jiang Sheng enter the house, Zhao Xuehui greeted him with a smile and pointed to the food on the table.

"The food is almost ready, come and eat quickly. My sister and I are wondering when you'll be back."

As soon as Zhao Xuehui finished speaking, Jiang Sheng was about to say a few words to her, as usual.

He had just opened his mouth, but hadn't yet uttered a word.

A wail came from the doorway.

Ouch!

Jiang Sheng's heart sank. He quickly turned around and strode outside, only to find Zhao Defu sitting on the ground, his forehead covered in blood, clutching his head in pain, unable to get up.

"Defu!"

Jiang Sheng quickly went over to help Zhao Defu, and then looked around rapidly.

Upon looking around, he discovered that there wasn't a single person in sight, not even a shadowy figure.

"Oh my god, it hurts so much!"

Zhao Defu clutched his head, wincing in pain.

"Defu, did you see who hit you?"

Jiang Sheng's face turned extremely pale. He looked at Zhao Defu with concern and asked anxiously, "What did the other person look like? What did he use to hit you?"

"How would I know..."

Zhao Defu shook his head mournfully, but he stopped moving halfway because of the pain: "I was just about to go in with you when someone suddenly patted me on the back."

"And then?" Jiang Sheng asked quickly, though he was furious inside.

It wasn't even dark yet, and someone dared to openly attack them at their doorstep—it was utterly outrageous!

"Then I turned my head, but before I could see who it was, they hit me on the head with something dark."

Zhao Defu pouted, feeling wronged. Just as he finished speaking, Zhao Xuehui and Zhao Nianmeng, the two sisters who heard the commotion outside, also quickly came out of the door.

"Hey, Defu, what's wrong with you?!"

Zhao Xuehui was shocked when she saw that Zhao Defu's head was covered in blood.

Zhao Nianmeng was even more startled: "Who hit you? That's too much!"

"Big sister, second sister," Jiang Sheng called to his two older sisters as soon as he saw them leave, "This isn't the main thing right now. You two keep an eye on Defu and see how serious his injuries are. I'll go inside and find some medicinal wine or something to bandage him up temporarily, and then we'll rush Defu to the hospital!"

The Zhao sisters, Nianmeng and Xuehui, seemed to snap out of their daze and quickly nodded.

Since the wound was on their foreheads, the two sisters dared not make any loud noises, for fear of damaging their brains.

He simply asked Zhao Defu to loosen his grip slightly, and then used a tissue to wipe away the surrounding blood.

Seeing that the wound had broken open and was still bleeding, Zhao Xuehui had never seen anything like it before and was immediately terrified.

"Big sister, second sister," Zhao Defu said, his voice trembling as he saw how terrified they were. "Is the wound serious? Did they knock a bloody hole in it?"

Oh no, oh no.

Zhao Defu was already in excruciating pain from his wound, and seeing the two sisters like this, he felt that he was about to die, and even felt a little dizzy.

"No, no, don't be afraid, Defu."

Zhao Nianmeng was the first to calm down. Seeing Zhao Defu's pale face, she quickly comforted him, "The wound isn't deep, it's just a small cut, that's why there's so much blood. We'll go to the hospital to stop the bleeding."

"Really?"

Zhao Defu was somewhat skeptical, and felt increasingly dizzy.

"Alright, stop with the 'real or fake' stuff."

At this point, Jiang Sheng had already taken out some iodine swabs and cotton gauze from his first-aid kit at home.

Seeing that Zhao Defu's wound wasn't very deep, he didn't dare to touch it easily. He just roughly wrapped it with cotton gauze and didn't dare to use any force.