When Mu's father heard Huang Jianjun's words, he was even happier. It was good that Huang Jianjun was so receptive; that meant he was more likely to agree.
"Alright, alright, then I'll just say it directly."
Mr. Mu patted Huang Jianjun on the shoulder, then took out the property certificate from his pocket and solemnly placed it in front of him.
“Jianjun, as you know, Shengnan is our only daughter. In the days since she got married, your mother and I have been so worried that we can’t eat or drink.”
"However, we also know that our daughter can no longer live at her parents' home after she gets married, so we force ourselves to accept this."
"but!"
"Your mother and I suddenly realized today that Shengnan works at a chemical factory, and the distance from your home to the factory is a little bit far."
“Even if she rides a bicycle, it will be a bit troublesome for Shengnan to get to and from get off work, especially now that the weather is cold, it will be even more inconvenient.”
“Coincidentally, we just remembered that we have another house nearby. So we discussed it and decided to transfer the ownership of this house to you.”
"Then you and Shengnan can stay in this house from Monday to Friday. That will make it more convenient for Shengnan to get to work. What do you think?"
After Mr. Mu finished speaking, Mrs. Mu felt that everything he had said was beneficial to Mu Shengnan.
But for Huang Jianjun, it seems that apart from getting a house, there were no other benefits.
Mother Mu quickly added, "Of course, Mom knows that after you move here, Jianjun, your commute to work will be much longer."
"So if Jianjun, you're willing to move here for Shengnan, you can eat at your parents' house from now on."
"This way, you'll have more time to rest. What do you think?"
To be honest, Huang Jianjun was quite surprised and tempted when he heard Mu's father and the others offer to transfer a house to him.
In the city, many families have three generations crammed into one house, but the Mu family seems to have no shortage of houses.
In their words, giving away a house is as insignificant as giving away a pound of meat.
They had only just gotten married, and now they were saying they wanted to move out. Huang Jianjun was worried that Chen Zhaodi and Huang Eryuan would be upset.
However, Mu Shengnan's commute to and from get off work is indeed a big problem. We can't expect her to leave forty minutes early every day, can we?
If Mu Shengnan moves here, things will be much more convenient for her.
As for himself, waking up a little earlier is fine.
So Huang Jianjun is currently in a dilemma, a very dilemma.
Seeing Huang Jianjun's troubled expression, Mu Shengnan knew that he must be torn between two options.
"Mom and Dad, we need time to think about this since you brought it up so suddenly."
Mu Shengnan didn't want Huang Jianjun to be in such a difficult position, so she suggested, "How about this, let's go back and discuss it first, and then give you an answer in a couple of days."
Upon hearing Mu Shengnan's words, Mu's father became somewhat displeased.
He felt that if they were asked to go back and discuss it, Huang Eryuan and the others might not want Huang Jianjun and the others to move out.
But Mu's mother gave him a look, signaling him to shut up.
"That's right, we do need to discuss this with our in-laws. Please give me your answer after you've discussed it."
"But you should ride your bicycle back with you today, otherwise it won't be very convenient for you to get to work these next few days."
"good."
Seeing that Mu's mother did not ask him for an answer on the spot, Huang Jianjun finally breathed a sigh of relief.
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"Printing people's photos directly on the packaging? Is that even allowed?"
When Manager Gao first proposed Huang Qinqin's idea, he expressed deep doubt and strong skepticism.
Huang Qinqin nodded seriously: "I think it's okay, and I'm not just saying it casually."
"I did seriously ask the public for their opinions and views, and half of them thought the idea was good."
Although there are only four people in this crowd, that's still half the number, isn't it?
"Moreover, I took into account the actual situation on Mr. George's side."
Manager Gao was still not entirely convinced, but when she heard that it was in light of George's situation, she relaxed slightly.
"How so? Please elaborate."
Originally, Huang Qinqin just wanted to see if the plan would work.
But when she arrived at the department store, she saw them preparing to ship the goods to the United States that month.
When Huang Qinqin saw the bamboo tube cup, a sudden inspiration struck her.
She remembered that George placed an additional order for Xujia Village because they could carve human figures on it.
She felt that Americans seemed to be more interested in products with attractive portraits on the packaging.
This made her even more determined to use attractive portraits as packaging for Huangjia Village pickled vegetables.
"Manager Gao, let me ask you, is it because the bamboo cups from Xujia Village resemble a person that Mr. George signed a long-term order at a high price?"
Manager Gao nodded: "Yes, but what does this have to do with pickled vegetables?"
"Yes, of course."
Previously, when Huang Qinqin and the others accompanied George to Xujia Village, the village chief gave each of them a bamboo cup carved with their portrait.
Because Huang Qinqin took her own child home.
So before she came to see Manager Gao, she went to borrow a bamboo cup from Fang Chuchu.
Huang Qinqin pushed the two bamboo cups in her hand toward Manager Gao.
"Manager, look at these two cups. Which one do you find more attractive? Which one leaves a more lasting impression on you?"
Manager Gao examined the two bamboo cups carefully, then pointed to the one with a human figure and said, "This one."
"When you look at them together, this feels more special to me. After all, bamboo and such are quite common."
After saying that, he looked at Huang Qinqin, wanting to ask her what the connection was between this and the pickled vegetable packaging.
Then Manager Gao saw Huang Qinqin's meaningful smile.
Huang Qinqin pointed to the bamboo cup and said, "Look, doesn't this prove that portraits leave a more lasting impression?"
"And our main customer right now is Mr. George. I think he'll like the packaging too."
Well, now that things have come to this point, Manager Gao also felt that what Huang Qinqin said made sense.
However, Manager Gao still had one question in mind. He shrugged and said, "Okay, I admit that this idea is indeed feasible."
"But I have another question."
Huang Qinqin asked, puzzled, "Hmm? Is there any other problem?"
Manager Gao pushed the bamboo cup back in front of Huang Qinqin and said indifferently, "You said you wanted to use a portrait, fine."
"But I'd like to know whose photo you're going to use as the portrait?"
"And how do you guarantee that this person will attract other people and leave a lasting impression?"
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