Aunt He, Grandma He, Second Brother, and others were already waiting at home.
As soon as they returned, Aunt He hurriedly asked, "How did it go? Did it work out?"
"With me in charge, how could it not work?" He Wenlin said smugly.
Aunt He asked excitedly, "How much did he order? Three hundred or five hundred?"
"I didn't take a single box."
Aunt He's voice suddenly rose: "So you still managed to say it was true?"
“We rented two pallet spaces in the supermarket,” He Wenlin explained in detail about her collaboration with Zhang Yanjun.
"Seven days, five hundred yuan, that's really expensive." Mrs. He felt a pang of heartache.
"There's nothing we can do about it. That's just how the market is. For supermarkets with good business, even if it's 600 or 700, there's still a lot of competition, especially for chain supermarkets."
He Wenlin also talked about many of the rules of the game in the supermarket, which left everyone speechless.
He Shan looked at He Wenlin with sparkling eyes: "Linlin, you know so much."
He Wenlin smiled and said, "Since we do this kind of work, we'll inevitably have to deal with people in the future, so it's natural to learn about it in advance."
“No wonder, the wages in the supermarket are so low, yet so many people are willing to work there,” said Mrs. He. “In that case, we need to stock up on goods in advance, but the space there is too cramped, and the landlord is talking about raising the rent again tonight, asking if we have thought it through.”
Thinking of this landlord, He Ma was furious.
But arguing with these kinds of people wastes your time that's meant to earn money. Most importantly, it's not time to break ties yet, because they can't move out; the other people haven't vacated their houses.
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