Chapter 104: Mom, I pick up garbage to support you.

Although the town's economy is not developed and the average wage of residents is not high, there is still money to buy one or two toys for children occasionally. As the flow of people in the market gradually increases, many customers gather in front of the stalls.

Different customers have different personalities and different consumption habits, so some people love toys beyond words, while others are picky about toys; some people are very straightforward when paying the bill, while others try hard to bargain, with a painful face; some people buy toys for their own children to play with, while others buy toys to reward themselves for working hard.

Jiang Fanyue occasionally helps Yao Rong, but most of the time, she sits quietly on a small stool, looking at the customers coming and going.

By noon, most of the toys on the stall had been sold.

This speed was faster than Yao Rong expected. It seemed that the overall consumption capacity of Jixiang Town was stronger than she estimated. Of course, it was more likely because the toys on the stall were relatively novel and the customers wanted something new.

After selling all the toys, Yao Rong took Jiang Fanyue to buy chicken and coconuts, planning to make coconut chicken for Jiang Fanyue tonight.

A total of four coconuts were bought. Yao Rong first poured coconut juice into Jiang Fanyue's enamel cup, and when the cup was full, she poured the remaining coconut juice into a bowl for later use.

After processing the coconut juice, the coconut meat was not wasted.

Yao Rong pried out the coconut meat with a knife, and handed small pieces of coconut meat to Jiang Fanyue from time to time. Jiang Fanyue nibbled the coconut meat in small bites and stood by to watch Yao Rong process the ingredients.

After simmering for half an hour on low heat, the coconut chicken is ready.

When the lid of the pot was lifted, Jiang Fanyue couldn't help swallowing.

She hadn't eaten chicken for a long time.

The last time she ate it was probably during the Chinese New Year.

And at that time, her mother only bought a small half of the chicken, unlike this time, when she bought a whole chicken. Even if she ate it with her heart's content, she might not be able to completely solve the problem.

"Yueyue, serve the soup and bring it to the dining table. I'll stir-fry some vegetables." Not to mention Jiang Fanyue, Yao Rong's mouth was also automatically secreting saliva when she smelled the rich smell of chicken soup. She quickened her movements, and as soon as the oil was heated, she poured the washed vegetables into it.

The dishes were soon served.

Jiang Fanyue picked up the bowl of chicken soup and said, "Then I'll start."

After drinking a bowl of hot chicken soup, her cold hands and feet suddenly warmed up. Jiang Fanyue let out a long sigh, her eyes narrowed as if she was satisfied, and a sense of comfort and happiness permeated her body.

She served herself a bowl of rice, picked up a chicken leg, and buried her head in her food.

At the end of the meal, if Yao Rong hadn't stopped Jiang Fanyue, Jiang Fanyue would have eaten the last bit of rice and vegetable juice in the pot.

Jiang Fanyue lay paralyzed on the bed, patting her slightly bulging belly: "Mom, wait for me to digest it, and then wash the dishes when your stomach is not so full."

"I told you not to eat so much. Just lie down and take it easy, I'll clean it up."

Jiang Fanyue was embarrassed: "Because I'm very happy today. Plus, today's dishes are so rich, I don't want to waste them."

All the toys made were sold out, which shows that this business can really continue.

"The conditions at home will get better and better. Maybe in the future, the conditions will be so good that you won't even be lazy to take a bite of the chicken in front of you."

Jiang Fanyue imagined that picture, and couldn't help but smile with his eyes curved, covering his mouth and laughing.

After Yao Rong finished washing the dishes and walked back into the house, Jiang Fanyue jumped up and asked enthusiastically, "Mom, how much did we sell today?"

"Two hundred and fifty-six," Yao Rong reported.

She sold a total of thirty-two toys, which was eight yuan per toy. However, this was mainly because several large building blocks raised the average price, and most of the toys were priced between four and five yuan.

"So much!" Jiang Fanyue's eyes lit up instantly, and she pointed her finger and said, "The market is held every five days. If we sell that much every time, we can make fifteen hundred a month! And I remember you said, mom, that you were a little unskilled at the beginning and your speed was relatively slow, but later you will speed up. Can you make more than two thousand a month!?"

Oh my God, she had never seen so much money before.

Yao Rong was amused by her money-obsessed look. Jiang Fanyue was never good at math, but she was very fast at calculating money: "You can't calculate it that way. You are talking about the total price, but the net profit needs to deduct the cost. And our stall has just started business. Many customers want something new and are happy to spend a few dollars to make their children happy. After one or two months of opening, the demand will gradually become saturated, and the sales volume may actually decrease."

Jiang Fanyue probably understood this: "In other words, the sales volume after two months may very well be the daily sales volume of the stall."

Yao Rong nodded: "That's right. But even if the sales volume declines, it won't decline too much. The net profit every month should be able to remain at thousands of yuan."

Jiang Fanyue's heart was pounding.

She didn't have a good idea about money.

But to put it another way, they spent five yuan and a dime to buy that chicken today, and one thousand yuan is about the same as two hundred chickens.

Even if they eat chicken every day, they will still have more than enough.

Yao Rong stretched out his hand and gently pulled Jiang Fanyue up from the bed: "Little money-grubber, let's go for a walk to digest the food before the sun sets."

The sun sets in the west, and the sunset is about to disappear.

The village in the evening is particularly full of fireworks.

Some villagers are carrying hoes and returning home from the fields. There are chimneys that are emitting smoke and the fragrance of food. There are also full old people sitting at the door of their homes, fanning themselves with cattail leaves and chatting lazily.

There were a few puppies, running from the beginning of the village to the end, and then back again, having a great time.

The children who had worked for their families all day came to the entrance of the village, throwing sandbags and kicking shuttlecocks on the cement ground used to dry the millet.

Jiang Fanyue had sharp eyes and recognized at a glance that the sandbags and shuttlecocks were all made by her.

She tugged at the corner of Yao Rong's clothes.

Yao Rong followed her gaze and said, "It seems that they all like the toys you made."

Jiang Fanyue curled her lips slightly, and a sense of satisfaction suddenly rose in her heart.

Back home, Jiang Fanyue lay on the bed and asked Yao Rong to teach her how to do carpentry. If she learned it, she could make toys with Yao Rong.

"You are only twelve years old, it is not time for you to think about making money."

"But I have nothing to do anyway."

"Then study harder."

Jiang Fanyue was very stubborn: "It's vacation now, I have mastered all the lessons the teacher taught me before. I just want to learn carpentry now."

Yao Rong asked: "Are you learning carpentry because you are interested in making toys, or do you just want to make money?"

Jiang Fanyue twirled her clothes and said: "I want to make money."

And...

I can get a sense of accomplishment.

Jiang Fanyue felt genuinely happy watching the children in the village playing with the sandbags and shuttlecocks she made.

"Carpentry is a very hard job--" Seeing that Jiang Fanyue wanted to speak, Yao Rong interrupted her gently and helplessly, "I know, you want to say that you can endure hardships. But carpentry is not just about being able to endure hardships. If you want to achieve my level of proficiency, you have to learn for at least several years. Besides, do you think our stall can make money just because of the carpentry skills?"

Jiang Fanyue shook her head: "It's because mom can design all kinds of toys. But if I learn it, mom can be responsible for design in the future, and I will be responsible for production."

Yao Rong did not think that Jiang Fanyue knew nothing just because she was a child.

She smiled and briefly revealed her future plans to Jiang Fanyue: "After accumulating a certain number of customers and reputation, I plan to rent a shop in the city, open my own shop and be the boss, specializing in toy design, and then hire a few skilled workers to make toys. This will not take more than half a year. Do you think you are better at it, or those who have studied for many years?"

Jiang Fanyue was speechless.

However, Jiang Fanyue thought about it and came up with a good idea: "Mom, can I learn to design toys from you?"

"Learning this is also for the purpose of making money?"

Jiang Fanyue wanted to refute, but after opening her mouth, she still said honestly: "Yes."

"Of course you can learn from me, but I am a self-taught person. If you really want to treat it as a career, you should study hard and apply for a major in this field in the future. But it will take at least ten years for you to graduate from college."

Jiang Fanyue was shocked. Ten years later?

"Can't it be learned quickly?" She whispered.

"Unless you are very talented in this area."

Jiang Fanyue gave up the idea.

Yao Rong touched Jiang Fanyue's curled hair after washing her hair. Perhaps because the family was too short of money before, Jiang Fanyue's consumption concept was frugal, and her concept of making money was very utilitarian.

Since there was no way to change her concept immediately, it would be better to guide her.

"Yueyue, there are many ways to make money. There is never only one way. I hope you can choose a way you love and follow it throughout your life."

"The way you love?" Jiang Fanyue repeated.

"Haven't you always liked reading and writing? If you really want to make money quickly, study writing more and submit your manuscripts to publishing houses. If the publishing house chooses your manuscripts, you can earn royalties."

Jiang Fanyue's eyes dimmed instantly.

Worried that Yao Rong would see her expression, she quietly turned her back and pretended to yawn loudly: "Mom, I'm sleepy."

The publishing house chose her manuscript?

How is that possible?

No one except her mother would like what she wrote.

And her mother's liking was probably mixed with encouragement, not just out of a reader's appreciation of the story.

After that night, Yao Rong never mentioned writing again, as if it was just a whim at the time. Jiang Fanyue breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt a little empty.

She calmed down and continued to help Yao Rong. There was no need to learn carpentry from scratch, but she could still help with sanding and processing wood.

That afternoon, Yao Rong came in with a big package in his arms, saying it was sent by Jiang Fanyue's uncle and his family.

After opening the express delivery, what caught his eyes was a beautifully packaged Barbie doll gift box.

In addition to the Barbie doll, the gift box also contained several sets of exquisite princess dresses and shoes.

Jiang Fanyue touched the doll's golden hair, a little surprised, and a little unbelievable: "Is this the Barbie doll that my cousin talked about... My cousin really bought me a Barbie doll..."

Yao Rong took out a letter from the side of the box: "Hurry up and see what your cousin and his family said."

Jiang Fanyue took out the letter and read it from the beginning.

The handwriting in the letter was still sloppy, but the content was as long as two pages.

At the beginning of the letter, cousin Yao Fugui first answered several questions raised by Jiang Fanyue in the previous letter, and then began to talk about how difficult it was for him to buy this Barbie doll.

[Let me tell you, I went to play basketball with my friends those days and sweated a lot, but I didn’t even want to buy myself a bottle of soda, just to buy you a more exquisite Barbie doll. ]

[Of course, I can’t afford a Barbie doll with my little pocket money. Later, my mother heard about this and praised me a lot. Not only did she help me with 30 yuan, she also said she would reward me and increase my pocket money. Hehehe, she is so stingy. She was not willing to increase it no matter what I said before. I didn’t expect that she would become generous when I treated you a little better. I have to be nicer to you, my cousin, in the future, maybe I can earn more pocket money. ] After that

, Yao Fugui also described in detail how he had gone through so many difficulties before he successfully snatched the latest version of the gift box in the mall.

The plain and unadorned words are very vivid, allowing people to imagine the proud look of the fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy when he snatched the gift box through the letter.

Jiang Fanyue looked at it slowly, the corners of her lips unconsciously raised, but her eyes were inexplicably wet.

She has always envied Erniu in the village.

Erniu is the same age as her, and they were in the same class when they were in elementary school.

Since the first grade, Erniu's grades have been the last in the class, and there is a reddish-brown birthmark from her forehead to her left eye.

On the first day of school, many bad kids in the class said she was ugly. Erniu cried all the way home that afternoon. The next morning, Erniu's brother personally sent her to school, warned every child in the class, and went to communicate with the school teacher in person.

Although Erniu's brother was not much older than Erniu, Jiang Fanyue was deeply impressed by the way he kept his sister firmly behind him, wiped her tears patiently after communicating with everyone, and stuffed plums into her pocket.

She was thinking at that time, how nice it would be if she had a brother.

Mom is an adult, and it is not convenient for her to get involved in the affairs of children.

But her brother can definitely protect her.

Her brother would also stuff plums, candies, and cookies into her pocket just like Erniu's brother did to make her happy.

...

Now, she didn't seem to need to envy Erniu anymore.

Because she also had a brother.

Jiang Fanyue put down the letter, opened the gift box, took out the Barbie doll and princess dress inside, and fiddled with them for a long time with great interest, but then she felt a little worried.

Apart from her mother, no one had ever given her such an expensive gift. Should she also prepare a return gift for her cousin?

"You have done so many things for me these days, you should have some pocket money." Yao Rong gave Jiang Fanyue ten yuan, "You are young, so the gift you prepare is cheaper, your cousin won't mind."

Jiang Fanyue handed the ten yuan back to Yao Rong and said cunningly, "Then mom, can I use this ten yuan to ask you to carve a basketball for me?"

Yao Rong smiled and put the coin back into her pocket, "No problem, I'll take this business."

In addition to preparing gifts for her cousin, Jiang Fanyue also wanted to prepare some gifts for her uncle and aunt.

She didn't have much pocket money in her hand, but fortunately, the things she prepared for her uncle and aunt didn't cost much money, and it was a thought.

After putting the written letter and the gift in the box, Jiang Fanyue was a little nervous: "Mom, will my cousins ​​like the gifts I prepared?"

She always felt that her uncle's family didn't like her.

Although she was a little sad at that time, she was used to it.

Now that she suddenly restored contact with her uncle's family, she was a little worried, worried that she did something wrong and made her uncle's family dislike her again.

Yao Rong touched her cheek, and said in a gentle tone, gently calming Jiang Fanyue's thoughts: "Which elder would not like a child as sensible as you?"

During this period of time, the quality of the family's meals was much better than before. Jiang Fanyue still looked a little thin, but her complexion became much rosier.

Maybe because she smiled too much, the gloom between her brows became lighter and lighter, her eyebrows and eyes were relaxed, and her apple-like face was particularly pleasing.

Just after sending out this box of gifts, it was the new market day.

Yao Rong still set up her stall at the same place as last time.

This time she prepared more toys than last time. With the consumption level of Jixiang Town, it is enough to consume so many toys. Besides, if they can't sell all this time, they can just bring more to sell next time.

Jiang Fanyue was helping the customers pack up the toys when a chubby boy appeared in her sight.

"Hey, it's you." Jiang Fanyue obviously still remembered Sun Taotao. After all, he was the first customer of the stall.

Sun Taotao, carrying an Ultraman schoolbag and holding her grandmother's hand, said crisply, "Hello, sister, I'm here again."

Jiang Fanyue handed the toys to the guest and asked Sun Taotao, "Did you think those toys were fun last time?"

Sun Taotao nodded with sparkling eyes, "They are fun. My grandpa likes them too. He plays with building blocks with me every night."

"My mother often plays with me."

Sun Taotao squatted down, looked around the stall, pointed at the lifelike wooden sculpture of Sun Wukong with his dimpled fingers, and exclaimed, "It's the Great Sage!"

His hands were not long enough, so Yao Rong picked up the wooden sculpture of Sun Wukong, handed it to him, and said with a smile, "Take a look and see if you like it."

Sun Taotao fiddled with it for a long time, turned his head to look at his grandmother, and asked for her consent before he smiled and hugged the wooden sculpture and took off his schoolbag. After

putting the wooden sculpture away, Sun Taotao did not zip up his bag immediately, but took out a few brightly colored fairy tales from his bag.

Jiang Fanyue had never seen a book with such a beautiful cover before. She couldn't help but take a few more glances, and then she saw Sun Taotao push all the books in front of her: "Sister, you gave me a lot of things last time. I have read these books many times. If you like them, I will give them to you."

Jiang Fanyue was very surprised and waved her hand and said, "Those were gifts for buying things last time, so they can't be considered gifts."

Sun Taotao stared at her round eyes: "Why can't they be considered gifts? Those are all made by you. And I really want to be friends with you. I like you so much."

The child's likes and dislikes are straightforward and pure. No one doubts the truthfulness of his words. Jiang Fanyue couldn't help but feel a little flattered and surprised, and her tone became stammering: "I...you...why?"

"Because you can make toys, my classmates can't make them." Sun Taotao said confidently, giving a reason that made people laugh and cry but seemed to make sense.

Jiang Fanyue's eyes dimmed: "I'm not really good at making them."

If Sun Taotao liked her because of this, then he was wrong.

Sun Taotao shook his hands: "The toys I'm talking about are sandbags and shuttlecocks."

Jiang Fanyue blinked, these two were indeed made by her...

Yao Rong knew very well where Jiang Fanyue's heart knot was, and now Sun Taotao's words happened to inadvertently open up some of Jiang Fanyue's heart knots, so she looked at Sun Taotao with a bit of love for his family.

"Your gift is too expensive, we can't accept it. But if you don't mind, you can lend these books to this sister, and then you can come to her stall next time on the market day, or we can go to you to return the books."

Sun Taotao looked at his grandmother.

Grandma Sun, who had been silent, smiled and said, "Then I'll bring you here next time on the market day. Anyway, we have to go out to buy vegetables every day, and we can get here by turning a corner from the vegetable market."

The two parties exchanged names, and Grandma Sun and Sun Taotao didn't stay long, put down the books and left.

Jiang Fanyue couldn't put down these books. She stroked them for a long time, but couldn't help but opened the top one, wanting to feast her eyes immediately. However, Yao Rong patted her palm gently and said, "Don't read under the sun. It hurts your eyes."

Jiang Fanyue also knew the importance of protecting her eyes, so she had to suppress her anxiety and went home. She took out the book cover she had made from waste materials before, carefully wrapped the cover, and then sat down to read.

She wrote the fairy tale "The Dancing Elephant", but she actually didn't read many fairy tales. After reading the beginning, she was immersed in the interesting or philosophical stories.

When she raised her head from the book again, the kerosene lamp in the room had been lit.

"I called you several times just now but you didn't answer." Yao Rong said.

Jiang Fanyue was embarrassed: "I was too engrossed in reading it."

"Is it really that good?" Yao Rong asked.

Jiang Fanyue enthusiastically recounted the story in the book.

Some stories were indeed very well written, but some were too didactic and the interest level dropped sharply.

Under Yao Rong's intentional and unintentional questioning and guidance, Jiang Fanyue consciously proposed some suggestions for improving one of the stories.

As soon as he said this, Jiang Fanyue was stunned.

"If it is really adjusted according to your opinion, the story and interest will become much richer." Yao Rong seemed not to notice her loss of composure, and casually sighed, "Yueyue, does this mean that you are better than these authors who can be published?"

"No." Jiang Fanyue pursed her lips, as if to refute Yao Rong, but more like to deny herself, "Anyone can give opinions, but if you want to publish, you need to present the opinions as a complete story."

Yao Rong did not continue the topic, and said, "The wood at home is almost used up, I have to go to buy some goods tomorrow. You have never been to the market before, I will take you to the market. I heard that a new department store has opened in the south of the city, and it sells everything."

***

Zhao Zhong, wrapped in a thick jacket, rode his bicycle to the timber market, passed through shop after shop, and finally stopped in front of his own shop. While opening the gate and preparing to open for business, he listened to the owners of several nearby shops chatting.

"Time passes so fast. I was too hot wearing a long-sleeved shirt yesterday, so today I'm going to dig out my winter clothes."

"That's right. Business is getting harder and harder. The traffic in the timber market has decreased a lot. Logically, many people should be getting married and moving into new homes at the end of the year."

"Do you know that department store building in the south of the city? It's four stories high, and half of it sells furniture shipped from the south. Customers are attracted there."

"I've been there to take a look. The quality is similar to what we sell, but the price is much higher than what we sell. I don't know what these customers are looking for."

"What? They want novelty. Their styles are really nice."

Hearing this, Zhao Zong interrupted, "My dad said that the city has recently issued a policy to re-plan the timber market."

"It's all useless. I've run a shop here for ten years. I said I would make plans ten years ago, but it's still the same now."

This topic was too depressing, and everyone silently changed the subject.

Zhao Zong didn't listen any more, but sat down to think about the previous conversation.

He is a lazy person, but he has a flexible mind.

He has been hanging around in the timber market since he was ten years old. Although he didn't learn 30% of his father's skills, he has learned about the difficulties of the timber market through osmosis.

He naturally knows that there is great potential in the timber business in Changjin City.

But like everyone else, he can see the profits in it, but he can't find the knife to divide the cake.

He can only continue to watch with his eyes wide open.

"Oh, it's so bad." Zhao Zong sat lazily on the chair, talking to himself, "My nephew's birthday is in two days, I have to prepare a birthday present for him. The building blocks sold in the mall are quite nice, but the price is also very attractive, it will cost me half of my pocket money..." "

It's ridiculous, it's really ridiculous. How can such a pile of plastic be sold at such a high price? Is there no way to get rich quickly? The salary I get for helping the old man to run the store is not enough for me to eat white dumplings in the restaurant every day."

At this time, Yao Rong walked into the store with Jiang Fanyue.

Both mother and daughter were wearing brand new cotton clothes, and they were holding several bags in their hands, which contained old cotton shirts and other daily necessities.

Zhao Zong had a good memory. He recognized Yao Rong at a glance and blurted out flattering words.

The last time he met her, she behaved calmly and did not look embarrassed at all. However, the patched clothes on her body clearly revealed her predicament.

So when she asked to buy those defective woods, Zhao Zong gave her a very favorable price.

It had only been more than half a month, and she was willing to spend money to buy so many things. It was obvious that she had made a lot of money and had more money on hand.

"Thanks to you." Yao Rong smiled and helped Jiang Fanyue untie the scarf.

Jiang Fanyue shook her hair that was pressed by the scarf and rubbed her hands.

"It's cold outside. I'll pour you a cup of warm water to warm you up." Zhao Zong went to get a disposable cup.

Jiang Fanyue took the water cup and said thank you softly.

Zhao Zong saw that the girl was thin but had bright eyes. He rummaged through the drawer and found some biscuits given to him by others. He stuffed them into Jiang Fanyue's pockets and said enthusiastically, "Come on, have something to eat."

Jiang Fanyue politely took one.

Zhao Zong then asked Yao Rong if she was coming to buy raw materials. Seeing Yao Rong nod, he seemed to remember something and reminded her, "How much do you want? There aren't many defective items in the store this time, only half a bag."

"I'll take all those defective items, and then take two bags of good ones." Yao Rong lifted a bag, revealing the assembled building block castle inside, "Last time I came to the store to buy something, didn't you say you wanted to give your nephew a toy? I brought the toys I made, see if you like them."

Zhao Zong looked over and was stunned: "This... this is a building block?"

He knew that this elder sister wanted to make toys, but he didn't expect that she could actually make building blocks.

But it's true, plastic can be made into building blocks, and wood can certainly be made even better.

"This castle is really finely made." Zhao Zong carefully looked at it, from the appearance of the building blocks to the splicing of the building blocks, "Sister, how do you usually sell toys like this?"

"If you want, I'll give you a discount." Yao Rong returned the favor and quoted a price that basically did not make any money from Zhao Zong, only charging the material fee and labor fee.

"Then if it is a normal sale, how much would you sell the building blocks with this level of fineness for?" After the question came out of Zhao Zong's mouth, Zhao Zong realized that his words were a bit too much.

But Yao Rong did not hide it.

There was nothing that could not be revealed.

She opened a business, and if Zhao Zong really wanted to know the selling price of these toys, he could still find out with some time and effort.

Zhao Zong felt that Yao Rong was an open-minded person.

When doing business, it is comfortable to deal with such open-minded people.

"I want this toy." Zhao Zong quickly prepared the goods for Yao Rong and asked her where she was doing business.

"I'm still setting up a stall in the town, but I plan to open a store in the city." Yao Rong was asking Zhao Zong, but she was asking for Jiang Fanyue to hear, "I can design hundreds of different kinds of toys. Do you think this business can be successful if it is done in the city?"

Zhao Zong put away his playful smile, thought about it, and gave his answer carefully: "If there are hundreds of kinds, it will definitely work. The main reason is that the price is very advantageous."

"If it works, as long as the quality of the wood in your store remains the same, I will come to you to purchase goods."

Zhao Zong rubbed his hands and wanted to say something, but felt that it was too early to say it now.

He suppressed his excitement, helped Yao Rong prepare the goods first, and kept Yao Rong to chat for a while. Before Yao Rong and Jiang Fanyue left, he forced all the remaining biscuits in the drawer into Jiang Fanyue's pocket, and then sent the mother and daughter away with a smile on his face.

Jiang Fanyue kept looking back: "This..."

She subconsciously wanted to call him brother, but she remembered that Zhao Zong called Yao Rong sister, so she changed her words and said: "This uncle is really enthusiastic."

Yao Rong carried two bags of raw materials and still walked briskly: "Why do you think he is so enthusiastic?"

Jiang Fanyue had just been listening to their conversation quietly, and said: "I don't know the specific reason, but I think that businessmen are enthusiastic about strangers because it is profitable."

Yao Rong told Jiang Fanyue that he would open a store in the city within half a year. At that time, Jiang Fanyue was still a little unconvinced. Today, Zhao Zong's performance is undoubtedly the best proof.

Yao Rong nodded and recognized Jiang Fanyue's judgment.

If she wants to expand the toy business, it is impossible for her to run around alone.

Zhao Zong is a local. His family is in the timber business. He has been in the timber market for many years. After getting to know him, he is a good candidate for cooperation, no matter his personality or his interpersonal skills.

Of course, it is too early to say this now.

Yao Rong collected his thoughts, lowered his eyes slightly, and praised Jiang Fanyue: "Yueyue, you are really smart."

Jiang Fanyue carried the small bag of defective wood and followed Yao Rong like a little tail: "I am still young, and I will be smarter in the future."