"Do you still want to continue your studies?" Huo Beixiao suddenly asked.
"Huh?" Jiang Qiaoqiao didn't react for a moment.
She then realized that Huo Beixiao wanted to support her studies.
"We'll see how things go! Right now, I'd rather earn more money," Jiang Qiaoqiao said honestly.
She did envy the students in the ivory tower of university in her past life, but she felt that studying could be done anytime, while doing business required seizing opportunities and trends, as opportunities are fleeting.
She can't live a second life; she'll probably be worse off than she was in her previous life!
*
"Old Huo, why did you give so much money directly to Bei Xiao?" Chen Yuexia finally couldn't hold back after returning home with Huo Yuanshan.
Huo Yuanshan immediately frowned and said seriously, "That money was originally saved by me for Xiao'er. I should have given it to him when he got married. Do you have a problem with me giving money to my own son?"
Chen Yuexia immediately straightened her posture, "Old Huo, what are you thinking? Xiao'er is not only your own son, but also my dear cousin. How could I be reluctant to give him money?"
"But look at their little family, it's all under Jiang Qiaoqiao's control now. The boy and girl in the family are supposedly Jiang Qiaoqiao's adoptive parents' younger siblings. If you give the money to Xiao'er now, aren't you giving it to Jiang Qiaoqiao? Won't Jiang Qiaoqiao just take it to feed her adoptive parents' family in the countryside?"
Upon hearing Chen Yuexia's analysis, Huo Yuanshan frowned and remained silent for a moment.
"Since the money has been given to Xiao'er, it belongs to him. He can spend it however he wants. You are not allowed to interfere, and you are not allowed to ask for it back!"
Chen Yuexia felt as if a huge piece of her flesh had been cut out of her heart.
But since Huo Yuanshan had spoken, she dared not argue any further.
After thinking it over, she realized that Huo Beixiao and Huo Yuanshan had been at odds for so many years. No matter how much Huo Yuanshan tried to back down out of fatherly love, Huo Beixiao never changed his attitude.
The sudden change in attitude must be because Jiang Qiaoqiao whispered in Huo Beixiao's ear, getting him to get money from Huo Yuanshan.
No, we can't keep Jiang Qiaoqiao in the Huo family any longer.
Otherwise, Huo Beixiao will take away all the rights that belong to her children sooner or later!
*
The next day, Jiang Qiaoqiao put on flared jeans and went to the stall with Zhou Yang, who was wearing a batwing shirt. She also dressed Zhou Yang up.
Zhou Yang is already good-looking, and with a little dressing up, he becomes a handsome young man who catches the eye.
Zhou Ling'er and Huo Beixiao, both patients, stayed at home.
Jiang Qiaoqiao prepared water and various daily necessities for the two of them, placing them within easy reach.
She and Zhou Yang will cook lunch when they come back from closing up shop at noon.
"Qiaoqiao, your husband Huo is injured, and you're still setting up a stall?"
"Hey, is this the little brother you brought back yesterday? I didn't recognize him yesterday, he's really handsome!"
...
When Jiang Qiaoqiao led Zhou Yang out of the staff and family compound, they naturally attracted everyone's attention again.
There was no way around it; their outfits were just too bright and eye-catching.
Although Yang Hongying spoke ill of Jiang Qiaoqiao behind her back, she was still tempted when she saw the flared jeans Jiang Qiaoqiao was wearing, which made one of her legs look long and straight.
"Qiaoqiao, how much are those weird pants you're wearing today?"
Jiang Qiaoqiao is a businesswoman, so she naturally greets everyone with a smile, "25 yuan."
As soon as she uttered the number, everyone gasped in astonishment; you could even hear gasps of surprise.
"What kind of pants cost 25 yuan? Are they trimmed with gold or something?"
Yang Hongying's face twitched. She had originally said that if these pants were as cheap as stirrup pants, costing only ten or twenty yuan, she would buy a pair.
After all, denim is a durable material.
Although they were a bit expensive when I bought them, I wore them for ten years, so I definitely made my money back.
Unexpectedly, Jiang Qiaoqiao asked for twenty-five yuan right away.
It's true that no merchant is honest.
"Qiaoqiao, we live in the same courtyard, you should at least give me a discount." Although Yang Hongying cursed Jiang Qiaoqiao, the shrewd businesswoman, a thousand times in her heart, she was still polite on the surface.
As soon as she spoke, You Dongyun's eyes flickered, and she joined in the bargaining, "That's right, Qiaoqiao, we're neighbors after all, can you give us a discount? I'll buy a pair of stirrup pants too."
"Ladies, it's not that I'm lowering the price, it's that I've already lowered it. These pants would sell for 28 in the market, not a penny less."
"Still selling it for 28? My niece runs a clothing business in the city. I've asked around, and the cost price of her stirrup pants is at most eight yuan, and these jeans are at most twelve yuan. She turns around and wants to sell them to you for sixteen or twenty-five. She's just treating you like suckers!"
As soon as Jiang Qiaoqiao finished speaking, Aunt Zhao, who had just come out of the house, glared at Jiang Qiaoqiao and said in a righteous manner.
Zheng Yulan, who was with her, probably didn't expect her to say that.
She quickly pulled her aside, "Mom, why are you talking nonsense again? Where do you have any niece who runs a clothing business? Where did you get the information about their cost price?"
Aunt Zhao glared at her daughter-in-law and said matter-of-factly, "Isn't your sister Yan Hong doing clothing business in the city now?"
When everyone saw Aunt Zhao's confident look, they immediately believed her.
Yang Hongying and You Dongyun quickly went over as well. "Aunt Zhao, so you have relatives who are in the clothing business? That's great! Here's eight yuan. Could you please get me a pair of stirrup pants from your niece?"
"I want a pair of jeans."
...
In an instant, everyone under the banyan tree gathered around Aunt Zhao.
A pair of pants costs only eight or twelve yuan.
They'd be missing out if they didn't buy such cheap pants.
Looking at the money handed to her by everyone, Aunt Zhao looked troubled. "This...this...I was just saying it was her cost price. You can't buy it at this price from her. You have to go to the wholesale market..."
None of them knew where the wholesale market was, so they immediately begged Aunt Zhao to go with her niece to the wholesale market for them.
They also promised to cover Aunt Zhao's transportation and food expenses to the wholesale market.
Aunt Zhao still looked troubled and wanted to decline.
"Zhou Yang, let's go." Jiang Qiaoqiao was too lazy to deal with Aunt Zhao, who was causing trouble, so she called Zhou Yang and left.
After leaving the residential compound, Zhou Yang asked Jiang Qiaoqiao with a worried look, "Sister Qiaoqiao, if that old woman really went to the wholesale market, she'll know our wholesale prices. What if she spreads the prices around..."
The clothes they sell are so much more expensive than those in the wholesale market, there's no way anyone will buy from them anymore.
Jiang Qiaoqiao wasn't worried at all. "Don't worry, even if she goes to the wholesale market, she won't get our wholesale price."
Wholesale stalls have rules; even if you buy a small quantity, you get the retail price.
They won't break the rules and ruin their own reputation.
After hearing Jiang Qiaoqiao's explanation, Zhou Yang was still a little uneasy. He had seen quite a few people asking Aunt Zhao to help them buy pants earlier, and if she really got the wholesale price...
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