"That's true..." Qu Songsheng smiled and his face brightened instantly.
My parents are so nice!
Looking at this scene, Qu Manman couldn't help but praise her parents in her heart again.
Then I remembered the following plot: There are indeed many people selling food and the competition is fierce, but you can also sell other things.
[Wait half a month. No, not half a month.]
Qu Manman thought to herself, "Wait a week, and then I can set up another stall next to the snack stand. Selling Jiefang shoes and rubber shoes, that'll make more money!"
Yes, you can also sell shoes.
Qu Songsheng listened to his daughter's words and said to Lin Wanxia, trying hard to suppress his laughter, "If too many people are selling food and it becomes difficult to sell, I will sell something else."
"Today I saw many people coming to work in cloth shoes. The river was wet and muddy, and their shoes got soaked in no time."
"It will definitely sell well if we get some rubber shoes!"
Dad, you are so smart!
Qu Manman was completely unaware that her father had heard her inner thoughts. She mentally praised him, "Ah! My father is so smart, no wonder he became a millionaire so quickly."
What? Ten thousand yuan household?
Having a daughter is definitely a good thing.
The couple was surprised and full of confidence.
That night, many families in Quwan Village did not sleep for a long time.
The next morning, when the river workers came to work, they saw a long line of people on the riverbank, with carts, wheelbarrows, long tables, square tables, and round tables, all selling various kinds of food.
There's everything from meat and vegetable soup to steamed buns, pancakes, flatbreads, and pot stickers...
Many people sell things cheaper than Qu Songsheng, and they directly shout: "Big bone and meat soup is 10 cents a bowl, only 10 cents a bowl, big steamed buns are 5 cents each, only 5 cents, one bun is enough to fill you up..."
Attracted by the low prices, many river workers originally headed for Qu Songsheng's stall, but were attracted to other stalls halfway.
It was almost noon, the bone soup on the cart was bubbling and steam was rising, but there were few customers.
“Oh no—”
Seeing his son's business being taken away, Old Man Qu stamped his feet anxiously: "I said they would lose money, and now they really are going to lose money."
"No, I have to talk to Song Sheng and ask them to lower the price too. They can't sell it for more than other stores."
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