Su Qingluan looked carefully at the densely packed tiny calligraphy on the paper and couldn't help laughing: Although the handwriting was obviously that of Shopkeeper Liang, he was a bold and unrestrained person. Su Qingluan saw that he usually wrote like a human being, and he was too impatient to follow the rules for horizontal, vertical, left and right strokes.
It can’t be said to be ugly, but it is indeed a bit ostentatious and unusual.
It was the first time that Su Qingluan saw Manager Liang's handwriting so "formal" - the kind of formality where he was afraid that if it was written too sloppily, people would not be able to read it clearly.
There are many shops densely written on it, most of which are in Lefeng Town, and occasionally there are three or five from nearby villages and towns about ten miles away.
The shops include a carpentry shop, a jade shop, a jewelry shop... In short, Manager Liang has thought of all kinds of products that Su Qingluan might need.
Which shop's products are of what quality and type? Which shop has the best materials and the most favorable prices? Which shop's craftsman has the best skills? Which craftsman charges the cheapest price? What's the lowest asking price?
Anyway, if Su Qingluan had got this piece of paper at the beginning, she could have avoided a lot of detours - even if the shops outside Lefeng Town were removed, the remaining ones would be enough for Su Qingluan to use.
At this moment, Su Qingluan looked at the light piece of paper in her hand and felt as if it weighed a thousand pounds. Su Qingluan's mind was full of various thoughts, and she felt moved and excited. She couldn't help but run downstairs. She saw Liang, the shopkeeper, in the lobby on the first floor, with his round general belly directing the staff to work.
Hearing someone coming down from upstairs, Liang Youdao's chubby face was already set in a Maitreya Buddha-like smile. Turning around, he saw that it was Su Qingluan coming down. He wiped his mouth vigorously with his large palm fan, wiping away the smile, and coughed twice in a very artificial manner: "What's the matter, Madam Su is leaving? Goodbye!"
Su Qingluan knew that maybe Shopkeeper Liang wasn't really angry, but just being upset, thinking that she "didn't trust" him by not asking him for help, so she immediately smiled very flatteringly: "Uncle Liang, I saw the thing you gave me..."
"Hmph!" Liang Youdao snorted, but stood still, looking at Su Qingluan with the side of his eyes.
Su Qingluan quickly bowed to the ground—since she was now dressed as a man, it didn't look out of place at all—and began to flatter him from all angles, saying things like, "Manager Liang has a wide network of friends and great powers, and I was blind not to ask for your help," etc.
In the end, Su Qingluan promised Manager Liang to make him a kind of food that she had never made for anyone else before, to make up for the resentment that blood sausage was made before but he was not given a share.
...We've been making such a fuss for so long because everyone bought up all the blood sausages last time.
Su Qingluan thought to herself that Shopkeeper Liang was almost forty years old, so how could he still act like a child? However, thinking that he had helped her so much, she could prepare not only one meal, but even ten.
...So she still owed the Liu family and Mu Xingzhi a thank-you dinner respectively...Thinking of this, Su Qingluan always felt that her "debt" was growing like a snowball, and it had reached the point where her credit was in jeopardy.
Thinking that she had to pay back some of the money first, Su Qingluan quickly asked, "Uncle Liang, what would you like to eat?"
"How should I know what else you'll cook?" Liang Youdao muttered, but added, "I like to eat something fragrant. I don't want something sweet or sour, I want something salty and fragrant!"
Su Qingluan stole a glance at the other person's pot belly: "..."
Noticing Su Qingluan's gaze, Shopkeeper Liang tightened his stomach and said in a muffled voice, "It's autumn now, so I'm trying to gain some weight!"
Well, another one is "putting on weight for the autumn". It seems that my little brother and you are in sync?
Although she was secretly trying to suppress her laughter, Su Qingluan didn't dare to actually laugh out loud for fear of completely pissing off Shopkeeper Liang. So she nodded and said, "When I'm done with my work these past few days, I'll definitely show Uncle Liang some of my skills."
"Hmph, what do I need from you for a bite of food? Finish your little stall first!" He waved his hand and sent the man away, "Go back to your own business, you're just getting in the way!"
Seeing that the young man next to her was so frightened by the weird tone of Manager Liang that he didn't even dare to breathe, Su Qingluan shrugged: She'd better leave quickly, otherwise if she stays any longer, innocent people will be affected, and she would be really guilty.
After coming out of Hongfu Building, Su Qingluan looked at the shops that she had just marked out deliberately - they were all not discovered before and were located in Lefeng Town.
What made her happy was that even without relying on any connections, Su Qingluan chose five or six shops on the list recommended by Manager Liang simply by comparing prices from three different stores.
Now all she had to do was visit the remaining shops one by one to see if it was possible to lower the prices of the various exterior decorations, or if there were any craftsmen with more sophisticated skills.
After all, if the target customers are wealthy families, most of whom are women, then as long as the quality of the jam is guaranteed, it doesn't matter how beautiful the outer packaging is.
Of course, this kind of beauty cannot be based on infinitely high production costs, otherwise the original profit margin will be greatly reduced, and it will be counterproductive to go back and forth like this - after all, if you are not going to make large quantities of mass-produced goods, there is no need to adopt the "small profits but quick turnover" approach. What's more, simply increasing the cost of the outer packaging will not achieve the effect of "small profits but quick turnover".
You have to choose the best partner, and each option has multiple advantages and disadvantages. This will definitely make people with decision-making difficulties feel overwhelmed.
But Su Qingluan couldn't break down and had to keep comparing horizontally and vertically, so she often had to run around between different stores.
This was definitely a physically demanding task. After running for an entire afternoon, Su Qingluan felt not only dry mouth and tongue, but also her legs felt as if they were filled with lead. When she got home, she fell on the bed like a dead dog, refusing to move at all.
Of course, dinner was naturally prepared by Yang - when Su Qingluan arrived home, it was already completely dark, and the food was already prepared, just waiting for her to eat.
Seeing Su Qingluan's exhausted look, Yang felt distressed: "Why are you two both so exhausted, as if you've been skinned alive?"
Upon hearing this, Su Qingluan looked towards her father, and she met a face that also looked exhausted and had no desire to live.
After the two exchanged a few words of "experience", Yang was speechless: "You two, you can be considered father and son, but each one is more stubborn than the other. The work can't be completed in one day, so why push yourselves so hard?"
It's no wonder Yang complained like this. The reason both of them were so exhausted was entirely due to their obsessive-compulsive perfectionism - if only the plan could be optimized a little more, if only it could be done even better...
Su Qingluan couldn't help but complain inwardly: Could it be that my father in this life is also a Virgo?
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