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He Wenlin returned to Zhou Libo's stall. This time, there weren't many people there, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief, able to talk to He Wenlin for a while.
Zhou Libo asked about the stall.
“I thought the transfer fee of 20,000 yuan was too expensive, so I didn’t take it. I negotiated down to 15,000 yuan. If they’re willing to transfer, I’ll take it,” He Wenlin said. “Logically speaking, the night market should be doing very well during the Lunar New Year. Why would they want to transfer the shop?”
“I don’t know,” Zhou Libo shook his head. “However, I heard her business is just so-so.”
“I stood in her shop for almost an hour. Her sales volume was a bit low, but there were quite a few customers coming in.”
“You’re planning to open a noodle shop, so what use are those bags to you? Are you going to buy them and then give them away for sale?” Zhou Libo said. “You should just find a new noodle shop.”
“I plan to sell the goods from my family’s factory before the Lunar New Year, and then sell snacks after the New Year,” He Wenlin said. “I’m not selling bags; I just like this place.”
Chen Yan: "Then it's even less cost-effective for you to take over this store, with so many bags."
"So if the price isn't right, I won't take the job."
He Wenlin has a way to deal with those bags. Even if she doesn't sell them, she can give them to her employees or give them to them as a consolation prize at an employee meeting. At the very least, she can save on team building expenses.
Zhou Libo then inquired about He Wenlin's fast food restaurant and food factory business.
He Wenlin didn't go into too much detail about the business, only saying that there were competitors at the second store now, and business was more difficult than before.
He Wenlin would naturally not tell the world how large her business empire is now, let alone her turnover.
How many people outside really want you to make a fortune?
Therefore, it's better to keep a low profile when you're out in public.
When Zhou Libo heard that she had encountered a competitor in her business, he offered her a lot of comfort and encouragement.
After exchanging a few polite words, I made He Wenlin a deluxe version of glutinous rice balls with pork tenderloin and ham.
He Wenlin didn't stand on ceremony. She was busy and growing, so she actually had a big appetite.
"It's getting late, Brother Zhou, Sister Yanzi, I have to go now. Thank you for today. When you come back to Caijiang Village, I'll treat you to a meal."
As she was leaving, He Wenlin saw He Xing and Liang Xiaoying, whom she hadn't seen in a long time.
The two men were tanned and thinner, and they set up a stall not far from Zhou Libo, and business seemed to be doing quite well.
He Wenlin walked to the intersection. She had just finished eating her rice ball when her father, who was bundled up tightly, arrived on his motorcycle.
"Dad, didn't they invite you to play cards tonight?" He Wenlin asked.
“They called out, but I was practicing driving, so they came up empty-handed. Tang Wei even called me.”
"Dad, they must have figured out our family's situation. You must stay calm."
"Don't worry, if he keeps going on and on, I'll flip their card table!"
Hearing this, He Wenlin remained speechless.
“Dad, please don’t act like a brute, okay? Who are we? We’re respectable businessmen who will drive Mercedes-Benzes and buy private jets in the future. If we go head-to-head with people like that, it’s like throwing jade against stone,” He Wenlin said. “These people aren’t law-abiding citizens. If they cut power lines like Song Bo did, or even worse, set fire to houses, they won’t have a good ending, but we’ll be in trouble too, because all our hard work will go down the drain. Before we do anything, we have to make sure we’re safe. There are some things we can’t do directly.”
It wasn't that He Wenlin was afraid of death, but rather that she knew she could avoid getting involved in certain things. Smart people know how to clear themselves of any problems when doing certain things.
"Alright, alright, you're so great."
"It's not that I'm particularly skilled, but rather that the enemy is in the open while we are in the shadows. We could easily resolve this using other methods. Only a reckless fool would charge headlong into the fray. Regardless of who we're dealing with, we must distance ourselves from the situation."
When Mr. He heard this, he was shocked.
My daughter is amazing.
Is this something a fourteen-year-old child could say?
You'd think he was some seasoned veteran.
He's father actually agreed with He Wenlin's words, but he couldn't bring himself to say it, so he was just being stubborn.
At this point, Mr. He changed the subject and started talking about the business at Lianhua Supermarket: "After your second brother's place closed today, he went to Lianhua Supermarket and came back saying that the peach shortbread and egg rolls at Lianhua Supermarket were selling very well. Especially the peach shortbread, they sold twenty-nine boxes. The customer traffic is high in the evening, and I estimate that they can sell more than fifty boxes."
"It's Friday today, and I expect business to be even better tomorrow and the day after."
Twenty-nine boxes, that's 145 jin (72.5 kg).
Today, the sales revenue from just this one product alone exceeded seven hundred.
The customer flow at Wankelai Supermarket in the east of the city is even better than that at Lianhua Supermarket. Li Shulin was supposed to deliver goods to Wankelai in the east of the city tonight, but I don't know if he has delivered them yet.
After arriving home, He Wenlin called the food factory to inquire about its operations.
He Wenlin was relieved to learn that a hundred boxes of peach shortbread had already been sent over.
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Now, Ruan Jianxin prepares the dumpling fillings, and He Wenlin no longer needs to oversee breakfast in Caijiang Village. Zaohaha Breakfast Shop has two pillars, He Shan and Tang Xiaolian, so He Wenlin doesn't need to get up early to work like before.
She can sleep more.
As the person in charge, she naturally cannot do everything herself.
Fortunately, after working so hard for so long, I can finally relax a bit at the fast food restaurant.
However, she doesn't sleep in late anymore. Now she gets up before six o'clock every day, reads for half an hour, then washes up, eats breakfast, and then goes to the food factory.
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