Chapter 89 Signing the Cooperation Agreement

After a while, the waiter arrived with a middle-aged man.

He led the middle-aged man to Wan Qiqi's side and said respectfully, "Boss, this is the young lady."

The middle-aged man glanced at Wan Qiqi, his gaze finally settling on the jar on the table. "Young lady, are you the girl who sold sweet soup at the market a couple of days ago?"

Wan Qiqi's lips curved into a smile that vanished in an instant. Then she calmly looked up, a hint of confusion in her expression. "Yes, it's me. Is there a problem?"

The middle-aged man smiled slightly. "Miss, I am the owner of Xiangmingxuan, surnamed Zhu. I would like to try the sweet soup you have. Would that be alright?"

Wan Qiqi looked at Boss Zhu and smiled faintly, "Of course."

The waiter immediately prepared the hot water and placed it on the table.

Opening the jar reveals golden jam inside, and the air is filled with the sweet aroma of honey and the refreshing scent of grapefruit.

Boss Zhu saw Wan Qiqi skillfully prepare the soup and hand it to him.

He took a sip.

It leaves a pleasant aftertaste, sweet but not cloying, with a bittersweet aftertaste.

He had drunk many sweet soups, all of which were extremely sweet and made him feel nauseous after drinking them, but this one was different.

Wan Qiqi carefully observed the changes in his expression and understood what was going on.

Boss Zhu was also sizing up Wan Qiqi.

He had seen everything that was happening on the street from the second floor, and when the waiter came up, he roughly understood what was going on.

Although Xiangmingxuan is a teahouse, he wanted to expand into a restaurant. However, Bafanglaike was already famous in the town. To run a restaurant, one must have unique features to surpass others.

Boss Zhu put down his cup and asked in a calm voice, "Miss, let's be frank. How much is one jar? Or would you like to sell me the recipe?"

A glint of light flashed in Wan Qiqi's eyes. She liked this kind of person. "I won't sell the formula, but I can supply the goods. You just need to sell them."

As she finished speaking, she pushed a jar on the table over. "This jar costs five hundred coins. Normally, it can make more than two hundred cups, which sell for three coins per cup. If you want to make more money, you can dilute it a bit and make three hundred cups, no problem, but the taste..." She smiled and didn't say anything.

After looking at the amount she had just brewed, Mr. Zhu knew what to expect. "Okay, I'll order two jars first."

Wan Qiqi shook her head. "I'll give you one jar for every one you use. It's made fresh to order. Use it within ten days of opening, otherwise it will affect the taste."

Everyone else is eager to sell as much as possible, but the woman in front of me is different; she cares more about quality.

Mr. Zhu approved of Wan Qiqi's approach and became increasingly confident in the honey grapefruit jam. "Alright, I'll try this jar first, and add more later." He paused, then asked, "What's your name, young lady?"

Wan Qiqi paused for a moment. She didn't know if her reputation in the town was bad, and some of the business deals she had made had fallen through. She said, "I am married, so I naturally take my husband's surname, Chen Wan."

Boss Zhu was taken aback, not expecting that she shared the same surname as Master Wan.

However, he believed that the two had no connection, since there were many people with the surname Wan in Yunhe County, especially in Wanjiacun.

Then he asked, "Chen Wanshi, how many shops in town sell your sauce?"

Wan Qiqi knew his concerns and smiled, "Currently, you are the only teahouse and restaurant. It depends on whether Boss Zhu opens a branch in the future."

The two had a pleasant conversation and reached an agreement on the cooperation. Boss Zhu then paid Wan Qiqi for the jar of honey grapefruit jam and wrote a cooperation agreement.

Boss Zhu initially thought Wan Qiqi was illiterate and was preparing to have someone testify, but unexpectedly, Wan Qiqi not only recognized characters but could also write them.

Wan Qiqi carefully put away the written agreement and stepped out of Xiangmingxuan.

The waiter, who had seen many customers from all directions, looked bewildered as she left with a smile.

How could this be? Did she close the deal?

Wan Qiqi rolled her eyes at him and strode away with her head held high.

Chen Yongliang waited for a long time, feeling somewhat anxious, and finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw his sister-in-law return.

Then, not finding the jar of sauce, he hurriedly asked, "Sister-in-law, where's our honey grapefruit sauce? Did you sell it?"

Wan Qiqi glanced at him helplessly and patted her money pouch. "You deducted 20 coins from yesterday. Let's see if you can earn it back today."

Chen Yongliang lowered his head awkwardly and asked, "Then...the dessert shop...are we still going?"

"Go! We still need to get a new transaction document." Wan Qiqi urged as she climbed onto the mule cart, "Hurry up, or we'll be late!"

"Okay, I know." Chen Yongliang immediately turned the mule cart around and headed towards the dessert shop.

The dessert shop didn't try to drive away visitors like they would from all directions, but they still remained somewhat hesitant.

However, thanks to Wan Qiqi and Chen Yongliang's tireless efforts, the dessert shop owner finally signed a cooperation agreement, but stipulated that Wan Qiqi could no longer sell honey pomelo jam to other dessert shops in the town, and could only supply it to him.

Wan Qiqi had already planned it this way, so she naturally agreed and received the money from the dessert shop.

Finally, the two arrived at Hefeng Academy by mule cart.

It was still early, and the academy gates were tightly closed. Chen Yongliang knocked for a long time, but no one came to open the door.

He turned back and looked helplessly at Wan Qiqi.

Others would kick him out if they didn't pay him, so why would someone pay him but not open the door?

Wan Qiqi was also at a loss. What exactly was Wan Ziyan trying to do?

Just then, a man passed by the door. Seeing the two still knocking, he quickly said, "Are you here to deliver goods? You need to use the back door!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Yongliang immediately rushed over to talk to the man.

Before long, they had found out the academy's rules.

During class time, the front gate of the courtyard is never opened, and delivery people must enter from the back.

When the two arrived at the back door, a girl was standing there, playing with the leaves on the leaves.

She looked to be about thirteen or fourteen years old, wearing a pink dress and several hairpins in her hair; she was clearly a young lady from a wealthy family.

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