"You've arrived so early!" He Wenlin greeted them. "There are lots of samples inside, you can go in and try them. We'll have some complimentary cream cakes later."
"This store looks huge! You're amazing!"
"At first I was somewhat skeptical, but now I have no choice but to believe it."
"You managed to run a business while studying, and it's already reached this scale. You'll be on the Forbes list sooner or later."
...
With a professional smile, He Wenlin humbly said, "You flatter me. There are many people more outstanding than me."
She only got the benefit of being reborn; otherwise, where would she be today?
Forbes? She never imagined that with the future surge in real estate prices, she might become the richest person in Hunan Province, thanks to her real estate holdings, plus Master He and Xiangzhiyuan Food Factory.
She felt she didn't have the ability to do the other things.
This shop is large, so they renovated a Chinese-style bagging workshop of about 10 square meters and a decorating workshop of about 5 square meters in the back.
Soon, a square celebration cream cake, approximately 90cm x 130cm, was brought out.
He Wenlin hired a wedding emcee from the wedding planning company. The emcee introduced the He Shifu brand in standard Mandarin and ended by thanking everyone for their support. Then, cakes were distributed on site.
The emcee's job wasn't over yet. Holding the microphone, she had to maintain order, and most importantly, talk about the store's activities—basically, attract customers.
Because of the free cake giveaway and the May Day holiday, the store was packed with people.
He Wenlin's classmates were also lost in the crowd.
The cash register was too busy, and Mrs. He, who couldn't stay idle, took over the work herself.
Chen Xinyi, who was relatively familiar with He Wenlin, saw that He Wenlin's shop was too busy, so she greeted her and went shopping at the mall with Lin Wei and Li Zihong.
Zhang Mengqi and Fu Rong stood awkwardly to the side.
After a while, the two people walked up to He Wenlin: "Linlin, is there anything we can help you with?"
He Wenlin politely replied, "Thank you, but no need. You are our guests; how could I let our guests do the work?"
After saying that, He Wenlin went to greet the guests again.
Zhang Mengqi and Fu Rong found it very boring.
During this time, they had also noticed that He Wenlin was becoming distant from them.
Zhang Mengqi felt wronged. It wasn't her who spread rumors or gossiped, so why was He Wenlin blaming her or distancing herself from her?
The shop was crowded, and Fu Rong didn't have much money for living expenses. Bread and cakes were luxuries for her, and she couldn't afford them.
She squeezed out of the cake shop.
Zhang Mengqi followed closely behind.
After working for more than two hours, everyone in the store finally breathed a sigh of relief after 12:30.
He Wenlin's classmates also left; they mainly wanted to see if what He Wenlin said was true.
Now everyone in the store listens to him, and even her parents are here; they all believe what she says.
Everyone admired her greatly.
In the afternoon, after dinner, Mr. and Mrs. He returned to Shaoxing.
He Wenlin is now expanding the territory abroad, while they are the ones taking care of the home.
They can't stay away for too long either.
Of course, the main reason is that He Wenlin is here, so they don't need to worry about her.
This is Master He's first store in Shanghai, so He Wenlin attaches great importance to it.
She spent the first two days of the three-day May Day holiday helping out at the store. She only relaxed on the third day.
He Shan is now a very experienced store manager. She has grown through many ups and downs and is now able to stand on her own.
During the three-day holiday, the total sales of a store in Shanghai amounted to 15,092 yuan. Of this, 3,200 yuan were in cash vouchers.
Business is indeed quite good, but prices in Shanghai are 10% higher than in Shaoxing.
Because the labor and rental costs are high here.
Of course, He Wenlin bought the shop, so there's no rent, but that's how the market is; it wasn't cheap for her to buy it.
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The first day of school after the holiday.
After He Wenlin arrived at the school, she could clearly feel that everyone's gaze towards her had changed, showing more respect.
He Wenlin knew that her method of killing two birds with one stone had worked.
After she entered the classroom, many classmates would come up to greet her, a privilege she never received before.
She's quite busy; she only does two things a day: business and school.
Aside from a few people from her original dormitory, she rarely interacted with others. She wasn't proactive and would disappear immediately after school, so naturally, no one paid her any attention.
But things are different now; people are starting to talk to her.
He Wenlin has many identities, and it's likely that Chen Xinyi and Lin Wei have already revealed them, so the question everyone asks most is about her entrepreneurial endeavors.
"Hey He, you're so amazing, could you teach me? I'm thinking of starting my own business, do you have any good suggestions?" a male classmate asked boldly.
"I wouldn't dare to say that casually," He Wenlin said with a smile. "Doing business isn't always a sure thing."
"The four of us in my dorm are thinking of pooling our money to set up a stall outside and sell ice jelly. What do you think?"
He Wenlin exclaimed in surprise, "You four are selling ice jelly?"
"It's a bit embarrassing to go alone, so we decided to go in pairs. We don't know how to sell other things, so we went to sell small accessories or something. We know what girls like. Selling ice jelly is different. If we can't sell it all, we can eat it ourselves and avoid waste."
He Wenlin: "..." Suddenly remembered a joke: a college student sells grilled sausages, eating them as he sells them, and gains ten pounds in a month.
"What's your name?" He Wenlin asked him.
"My name is Zeng Kunpeng."
He Wenlin handed him a business card: "This is my business card. If you and your roommates have time and are interested in doing business, let's talk after school today. I have a project in hand."
Upon hearing this, the other students all asked what project it was.
He Wenlin did not speak.
"Tell me about it, what's wrong with saying it?"
"That's right, tell me about it."
Zeng Kunpeng: "This is a trade secret, do you understand what a secret is?"
"Tch~"
He Wenlin ignored the others.
Actually, what He Wenlin wanted to talk to them about was hand-pulled pancakes.
This thing is suitable for setting up a stall.
Setting up a stall outside the university is the most suitable option.
After school, He Wenlin drove four male classmates to her villa.
None of these male classmates came from wealthy families. When they arrived at He Wenlin's villa, they were all shocked and somewhat reserved.
"Mr. He, you're back."
Sister Sun, who cleans the villa, called out.
Sister Sun comes to clean once a week.
"I brought some classmates over to discuss some things," He Wenlin said to Zeng Kunpeng and the others. "What would you like to eat or drink? Would cola be okay?"
"No...you're welcome."
He Wenlin could tell that they were a little reserved.
She took out a can of Coke from the refrigerator and handed it to them, and washed some fruit: "Make yourselves at home, sit down for a while, I'll go prepare something."
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