Feng Ze looked at the flyer in his hand and instantly imagined a story of a good student from a poor family working odd jobs during the holidays to earn living expenses in order to study.

His expression was complicated, with a hint of sympathy in his eyes. "Can you make money if I go to the shop to buy steamed buns?"

Jiang Xiaoli nodded matter-of-factly, "Sure!"

Feng Ze solemnly promised, "Don't worry, I'll go get a few of my buddies right now to buy some steamed buns!"

After saying that, he turned around and ran back to his family compound, leaving Jiang Xiaoli completely bewildered.

"I've never heard anything wrong with him before!"

However, she quickly forgot about Feng Ze's little incident, and a small group of aunties came out chatting!

She enthusiastically went up to them and handed out flyers, "Aunties, 'Guizhi Steamed Buns' is having its grand opening! Buy five get one free with this flyer! These are steamed buns you'll want to keep eating, so don't miss out!"

After handing out several batches of flyers, she returned to store number three to check. A line had already formed at the entrance, and she nodded with satisfaction, having successfully completed her mission.

She had just left when Feng Ze and his buddies came running to buy steamed buns.

When it was his turn, he specifically emphasized to the store manager, "The buns we bought should be charged to Jiang Xiaoli."

The store manager didn't understand what he meant, assuming he was a friend of Boss Jiang, and agreed, "Okay, no problem."

A few close friends were carrying several bags of steamed buns towards the family compound when one of the boys winked and asked, "Hey, who's this Jiang Xiaoli? Is she the girl you like?"

Feng Ze frowned. "What are you saying, Haozi? She's a good student in our class. I saw her handing out flyers at the entrance of the residential compound when I went out to buy breakfast for my dad this morning. She must be working part-time to support herself. It's really not easy for her!"

Now the boy who was called "Mouse" stopped gossiping.

A chubby boy next to him exclaimed, "Holy crap!"

Feng Ze noticed his bulging mouth and looked a little displeased. "Fatty, are these buns not that bad?"

The chubby boy struggled to swallow the steamed bun. "Crazy! It's not that it's bad, it's that it's delicious! You guys have to try it! No, I want to go back and buy some more for my grandparents to try!"

Fatty was always picky about food, and he always said that if something was delicious, the boys would look at the buns they were carrying at the same time, take one out and take a bite.

The eyes of all of them simultaneously revealed amazement.

The mouse yelled even louder, "Crazy! These buns are amazing! I have to go back and buy a few more! Fatty, wait for me!"

...

When Jiang Xiaoli was almost at store number four, she noticed two students handing out flyers for the steamed bun shop. She knew these must be the students Zong Jiayu had hired.

When she arrived at store number four, Zong Jia was waiting for her at the entrance.

How did you know I was here?

Zong Jia took the car and parked it for her. "I went to store number two first, but they said you had already left. I guessed you would come here after you finished at store number three, so I decided to wait for you here."

Jiang Xiaoli patted his shoulder, "You're very smart! How was business at store number two when you went?"

“With you taking charge, how could things not go well? When I arrived, the line of people outside was blocking Uncle Zhang’s shop entrance, and Uncle Zhang was furious!” Zong Jiayu replied.

"Haha, how did you solve it?"

Zong Jia chuckled, "I gave Uncle Zhang a few steamed buns, and he stopped cursing after eating one."

Jiang Xiaoli's eyes crinkled into crescent moons with laughter. "I never expected Uncle Zhang to be such a foodie!"

They went to the kitchen of store number four and found that everything was operating normally. Then they went to store number five for a tour.

Sitting in the kitchen of store number five, Jiang Xiaoli watched several aunties' fingers flying as they wrapped steamed buns. "Today's opening should be a success."

Zong Jia nodded, "We've been having a promotion these past few days, so we've stocked up a bit more. It shouldn't be a problem."

He suddenly changed the subject, "Which neighborhood did you buy your house in?"

"Champs-Élysées Residence, what's wrong? You want to buy a house?" Jiang Xiaoli asked curiously.

He nodded, "I'll be 18 soon, and I don't want to stay home and listen to their veiled insults anymore."

Jiang Xiaoli understood. She snapped her fingers and said, "Come on, I'll take you to see if there's anything suitable."

Zong Jia and Yu weren't the type to overthink or be indecisive, so they didn't worry about the steamed bun shop since it was running smoothly.

The two rode their bikes all the way to "Champs-Élysées".

Jiang Xiaoli planned to take him to her home first, and she would also take the opportunity to check on the progress of the renovation of her new house.

To her surprise, she found Manager Han and several stylishly dressed elites in her home as soon as she entered.

Upon seeing the two enter, Manager Han immediately recognized her. He smiled and stepped forward, "Ms. Jiang, hello. These are interior designers from Hong Kong. They heard about your excellent designs and came specifically to visit. I'm so sorry I didn't tell you beforehand."

Although the new house was still a construction site, Jiang Xiaoli was still a little unhappy that strangers were brought to visit without her prior notice.

However, she might need to ask them for help again later, so she held back and said, "Manager Han, you're too kind. It's alright, let them see what they want."

Seeing her polite demeanor, Manager Han smiled and said, "Old Xiao and I have been friends for many years. I'll call you Xiao Li, just like he does. You can call me Uncle Han, okay?"

Jiang Xiaoli smiled, "Of course, Uncle Han!"

"Hey hey hey, great! Hahaha, Little Pear, I really love the design of your home. It's simple yet sophisticated, and it feels so homey!"

She was easily swayed by flattery, and her earlier unhappiness lessened somewhat when she heard compliments. "Uncle Han, thank you for your appreciation."

Manager Han pulled her aside. "Xiao Li, Lao Xiao should have told you about my fully furnished apartment project. Let me be frank with you, I'm thoroughly fed up with working with these people from Hong Kong. If your proposal is better than theirs, or even if it's just about the same, I'll choose yours! I'll also let Lao Xiao handle the renovation project!"

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