Summer nights are a rare cool time of the day. Qian Qing lives on the third floor. The lighting is good, but the heat gathers in the room at night and she has to open the windows to dissipate it for a while.

After dinner, everyone in the compound came out. The adults gathered together, and the children gathered together. The adults fanned themselves with palm-leaf fans and chatted, while the children ran around in groups of three or five, playing spinning tops, skipping rubber ropes, and playing catching cards...

Zhou Hao has a good reputation in the factory. Although Qian Qing is now a "self-employed person", she only sells popsicles, and she is particularly "differentiated between close and distant customers", selling cheap popsicles to everyone every day. So except for a few people who haven't figured it out yet, everyone else showed goodwill to Qian Qing.

Qian Qing can still talk and never gets bored when chatting with people. Except for the topic of how much money she earns a day, she will not answer, but she can respond to any other questions.

When Wang Hua was returning home from get off work, he happened to run into Qian Qing who was sitting and talking at the bottom of the tube building after finishing her meal in the cafeteria. As night fell, Qian Qing was wearing a beige dress, her hair draped over her shoulders, and her eyes were bright.

"I heard that someone in Building 4 bought a TV set, a Panda brand one, which is very clear. Everyone in the tube building in the building goes to watch it at night."

"When will someone buy our building? Then we can all have fun."

"Well, why don't you ask Qian Qing? If anyone in this building can afford it, it must be Qian Qing."

Qian Qing was not panicked. She did not take these sarcastic remarks seriously. Instead, she was curiously interested in the topic on TV.

"They bought a TV. How do they connect the antenna?"

"Ask someone to help drag it to the rooftop. That building is very busy right now. Every night, people gather in the corridor on that floor. It's as crowded as a group of little kids in class."

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Wang Hua couldn't help but feel a little upset. How come Zhou Hao always gets all the good things? Such a beautiful daughter-in-law, who can make money and behave well.

If someone else had made so much money in just a few days, I'm afraid everyone in the building would have had jealousy. But Qian Qing was capable, she gave away the profits from dozens of popsicles, and she was sweet-talking and had good relationships with people around her. You don't hit a smiling person, so no one could argue with her.

Then I looked at my idiot, she looked smart, but she was very stubborn. If I asked her to have any relationship with the people in the building, she would just keep her head down and keep silent.

Don't think he can't see it! She just dislikes these women in the building!

I don't know where that charisma comes from. Most of the time she is humble and submissive, yet she acts aloof, as if no one is smarter than her.

Wang Hua returned home with a grudge. His mother was a muddle-headed person and had a bad reputation in the compound. He had originally hoped to marry a smart wife who would change the reputation of his family.

What was the result? The family was in such a mess that it was a laughing stock. My mother spent the whole day gossiping with a few old ladies, and my wife stayed upstairs and never went out.

When Wang Hua got home, he threw his shoes under the bed. Nothing went well!

After dinner, Wan Zhenzhen told Wang Hua about her experience selling popsicles today. She thought Wang Hua would be angry.

As a result, Wang Hua's roar did not come after waiting for a long time. When he looked again, Wang Hua had a complicated expression on his face. After a long while, he replied: "You can go if you want, but don't sell it in the compound."

As long as it doesn't bring shame to his eyes, he can endure it.

Wan Zhenzhen's words hit him in the heart again. Qian Qing could do it, so why couldn't Wan Zhenzhen do it? Wan Zhenzhen was not smart, but selling popsicles required intelligence. Wasn't it just selling popsicles from a cart?

He just couldn't believe it. How could Wan Zhenzhen mess up such a simple thing?

Go ahead, go ahead. Zhou Hao's family can't take all the good things. Wang Hua even took out ten yuan from his pocket and gave it to Wan Zhenzhen.

Wan Zhenzhen's heart seemed to be filled with a thousand proud feelings, as if she had already seen herself making a lot of money, with everyone in the compound surrounding her and no one paying any attention to Qian Qing.

The next day, when Wan Zhenzhen was buying goods, she was particularly domineering: "Give me forty salt water popsicles, ten red bean popsicles, ten green bean popsicles, ten orange popsicles, ten grape popsicles, and twenty milk popsicles."

This time, a hundred popsicles were bought in directly, filling up the popsicle box.

Seeing that she came in quite a lot, the clerk started talking to her. Soon, Wan Zhenzhen proudly said that she was going to sell at a small door in Zidi.

The clerk asked tentatively, "Isn't there a popsicle stand just outside the door?"

Wan Zhenzhen waved her hands proudly: "What's there to worry about! Isn't it enough for me to sell it cheaper than her? We are all businessmen, who can stop others from doing it? She can't sell as well as me because she is not as skilled as me."

Office worker: ...

Is this person stupid? They sell cheaply because they have a small stall, they have a fixed business and they sell in large quantities. How much can you put in a popsicle cart? If you start a price war with them, they can afford to lower their prices, but how long can you hold on?

When Qian Qing came to buy popsicles, the clerk was a little hesitant, but finally reminded Qian Qing: "A woman came to buy popsicles today, and she bought a lot."

Qian Qing thought about it and knew who it could be. It had to be Wan Zhenzhen.

"Give me two hundred salt water popsicles, one hundred red beans, one hundred green beans, fifty oranges, fifty grapes, fifty milk, and ten milk ice creams."

Generally, she would buy less at noon than in the afternoon, because if she couldn’t sell all the goods in the afternoon, she could push them back to the tube building to sell. If she couldn’t sell them at noon, it would be a pure loss.

Compared with the amount she took in yesterday at noon, this amount is only one hundred less salt water popsicles.

She knew what Wan Zhenzhen was worried about, but she overlooked one point: the size of the two of them was different. If Wan Zhenzhen wanted to grab business, she could only grab the business of the 100 popsicles. She bought thousands of popsicles a day, so 100 popsicles were just a drop in the bucket for her.

Sure enough, when the children came out at noon, Wan Zhenzhen was extremely proud and shouted at the top of her voice.

"Salt water popsicles are eight cents each—"

"Red beans and green beans are 1 cent each -"

"Oranges and grapes are 20 cents each—"

"Milk popsicles are 30 cents each—"

Qian Qing was so angry that she laughed. Wan Zhenzhen only earned three cents for a popsicle. Did she get kicked in the head by a donkey?

The price was very attractive, and the children rushed to Wan Zhenzhen's stall. The children on Qian Qing's side also turned to Wan Zhenzhen's stall.

Only a few little boys, holding their schoolbags and frowning, were still queuing here at Qian Qing's place.

Qian Qing asked them: "Why don't you buy some cheaper popsicles? The prices here are still the same as yesterday."

The little boy glared at Wan Zhenzhen angrily and whispered, "I'm not going! She's a bad woman!"

He still hasn't forgotten the scolding he received yesterday! The bad woman deliberately lowered the price today, who knows what she is up to!

With fewer people around, Qian Qing felt much more relaxed. Just as she expected, the hundred sticks from Wan Zhenzhen were quickly sold out, and the children all gathered around her stall again.

Wan Zhenzhen was originally proud of herself for taking over Qian Qing's business, but now she feels bad.

Qian Qing did not lower the price and continued to sell at the original price, which made her feel like she was punching cotton. What made her even more angry was that Qian Qing still sold more than her!

Wan Zhenzhen gritted her teeth and said she would buy two boxes in the afternoon! She just didn't believe that Qian Qing could still stay stable!

Qian Qing was going home after selling popsicles when she saw a familiar figure at the door.

"Mom?"