Chapter 47 Waiting for her to pay the money

With Zheng Yan's incident in mind, Song Rui and Meng Qingshu could be said to have a very pleasant conversation.

Zheng Yan covered her scalp and stood in her position watching, feeling itchy with hatred in her heart.

It doesn't matter if you never had the opportunity.

But the opportunity clearly belonged to her, but she just ran away. What's going on?

Is the widow Meng Qingshu worthy of picking up her loose ends?

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She pouted in a voice that was neither too loud nor too soft, "Doing business next to a widow, no wonder your luck is bad!"

The sound was just loud enough to reach the ears of Song Rui and Meng Qingshu.

Song Rui saw Meng Qingshu, who was originally smiling, suddenly turned dark, turned her head away uncomfortably and blinked a few times.

Song Rui knew that Zheng Yan was talking about Meng Qingshu.

Thinking back to her previous life, after her divorce, she raised her children alone and suffered a lot of verbal attacks.

It’s different now than in the future. Thirty years later, single women will be everywhere.

Whether you are unmarried, widowed, or divorced, you will not be abused or despised.

In this day and age, you really will get poked in the tailbone.

Especially for widows, the most common thing you hear is that widows are unlucky and will bring bad luck to their husbands.

Zheng Yan is deliberately ruining this business.

But Song Rui really didn't care.

She patted Meng Qingshu's arm and consoled him, "Ignore her. She's just jealous. And I can guarantee that she won't be able to find anything like it anywhere in the world before the New Year. By then, you'll have made a fortune. I don't think anyone will dare to say anything bad about you."

"Really? I can't find it anywhere. Could it be from abroad?"

Meng Qingshu's eyes lit up.

It’s so new, I can’t find anything like it yet.

Collect, she must collect all of this stuff.

She wants to be exclusive!

Song Rui did not hide it and told her that there were only three thousand pairs now.

But the asking price will definitely not be low.

Even though Song Rui likes Meng Qingshu, she is not doing charity work for her.

"Six dollars a pair. The price for this batch must not be less. We are selling top-quality goods. The price for the next batch will depend on the situation."

"Six dollars? So expensive? I only sell these plastic hairpins for one dollar a pair. The metal ones are a bit more expensive, but they're only one dollar and fifty cents. I bought them for six dollars, so how much do I have to sell them for?"

Song Rui smiled and said, "You sell plastic hairpins for one dollar a pair. After deducting the purchase price and the transportation fee, you can only make a few cents a pair. Although my cost is six dollars, you can sell it for eight dollars, and you don't even have to go to stock the goods yourself. You can make a net profit of two dollars a pair. Isn't this a big profit?"

Two dollars a pair. If all three thousand pairs were sold, that would be six thousand dollars.

After doing the math, Meng Qingshu was shocked herself.

She can't even make 6,000 yuan in a year selling plastic hairpins.

Meng Qingshu immediately made the decision, "Take it! I'll take them all!"

After saying this, she gasped again, "But I can't take out 18,000 yuan at once. Can I take... one, one hundred pairs first?"

Song Rui couldn't help laughing.

Seeing Meng Qingshu's aura just now, she really thought that Meng Qingshu was going to purchase three thousand worth of goods at one time.

The result is one hundred.

Song Rui could also understand that these days, not many people could come up with 18,000 yuan at once.

And this is the first time the two have worked together.

Even if you are overwhelmed by the good stuff, you still have to be on the safe side.

"Okay, one hundred is one hundred. We agreed to have it exclusively. I'll keep the rest for you for three days. If you don't restock within three days, I'll sell it to someone else."

Song Rui was willing to give her this opportunity, and also hoped that she could accept this guy as her family.

If it’s an exclusive product, she can charge a higher price. If she sells it to two companies, the price of six dollars a pair will be higher than that.

All in all, it would be better to wait for her for three days.

Anyway, Song Rui is confident in her products.

"Okay! Let's do it!"

Meng Qingshu was also a straightforward person and made the decision immediately.

The two agreed to exchange the money for the goods, and Song Rui left with the child.

She is not in a hurry to buy clothes.

She was wearing the big cotton-padded jacket with the cotton ripped out, and she paraded past Zheng Yan.

She had to let Zheng Yan see that even though her clothes were too shabby, it wouldn't hinder her from doing business.

After returning home, Song Rui counted out a total of one hundred pairs of various colors, put them in her bag and left.

Xu Chunying and He Jinyan have been much more obedient these days.

Just pretend that she doesn't exist and don't cause trouble easily.

Song Rui guessed that it might be because Ling Feng's facial injury had not healed yet, and she was afraid of adding insult to injury.

Seeing her going out mysteriously with the bag again, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law who were sitting on the kang in the main room both curled their lips.

"Mom, did you hear her talking to her sister? They were doing business."

Xu Chunying didn't even bother to raise her eyelids and continued watching her TV. "I heard it. Do you really think that anyone can do business? She will lose money."

He Jinyan got excited, "Mom, when she pays the money, I don't believe that my uncle will still protect her like that. Then you can teach her how to be a good daughter-in-law!"

Xu Chunying nodded. Although she didn't say it explicitly, she was waiting to see what would happen.

Song Rui had no idea what the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were planning, and she was so busy that she was completely at a loss.

After delivering the goods and inspecting them in person, Meng Qingshu handed over the six hundred yuan she had just taken out of her passbook to Song Rui.

Song Rui took the money and went upstairs to buy an apricot long down jacket.

Seeing that it was almost afternoon, I hurriedly took Nan Nan to the training institution.

In addition to teaching painting, other musical instruments can also be taught here, including violin.

Violin class happened to be in session, so Song Rui took Nan Nan to stand at the door of the violin classroom to listen.

Nan Nan was still very interested in the violin, just like in her previous life, and pulled Song Rui to say that she wanted to learn it.

Before Song Rui could answer, another voice interrupted her.

"Ms. Song, your daughter is really tasteful. There happens to be an activity in her violin class recently. Can we chat about it?"

Song Rui turned around and saw that it was Teacher Zhao who had entertained her at the beginning. She smiled politely and said, "Not yet, let's talk about this later."

Nan Nan wants to learn the violin, but not here.

In her previous life, Nan Nan liked the violin, so she collected a lot of information about it intentionally or unintentionally.

She knew that there was a violinist in the city who had taught at the Central Conservatory of Music and returned to Fengcheng after retirement.

After teaching violin for a lifetime, he returned to his hometown unwilling to just retire there, so he recruits two students every year.

Since Nan Nan wants to learn, she must hire the best teacher within her ability.

The 8,000 yuan a year for violin funding that she asked Ling Ye for was for the old man.

Otherwise, how could one spend 8,000 yuan a year in this era when even ten thousand yuan households are rare?

Song Rui couldn't tell him directly that she wanted to seek help from someone else, so she just declined to learn for the time being.

Who would have thought that Teacher Zhao was quite surprised after hearing this: "Ms. Song, you are willing to let your daughter learn painting, so why are you reluctant to let your daughter learn piano?"

Song Rui didn't know why she liked to point fingers at other people's affairs, but she had no obligation to explain to her.

After giving her a puzzled look, Song Rui walked past her.