Ning Yuan got out of the car, her big eyes crinkling: "How could I dare, Captain Rong?"
After saying that, she turned and ran.
Rong Zhaonan slammed the car door shut, rushed over in a few quick movements, hoisted her up, and carried her upstairs: "You're finished! Boss Ning!"
In the middle of the night, Ning Yuan was suddenly lifted up and carried into the house while chuckling and punching him.
...
More than half a month has passed, and Ning Yuan still hasn't come up with a good solution.
Chu Hongyu, on the other hand, had a good haul; she and Yan Yangyang showed her a project proposal and an account book.
Ning Yuan took a look and saw that it was a sparkling water stall; they were really going to set it up.
"Jiaotong University, Fudan University, School of Finance and Economics, School of Drama, East China University of Chemical Technology, University of Science and Technology of China, Textile University, Normal University, School of Foreign Languages... We have established franchises in more than a dozen universities!"
Chu Hongyu pointed to the map on the proposal and spoke.
It was Ning Yuan who introduced them to the concept of franchising.
The prerequisite is that uniform stall carts and signs are provided free of charge, and each stall is required to use the same fruits and flavors...
Chu Hongyu said softly, "The prices are only a few cents, but there are so many teachers and students. I even told the students that they could set up a stall at the movie theater like you used to!"
Yan Yangyang was very excited: "We now charge a franchise fee of fifteen yuan per month, and every month I go to inspect the booths at various universities with my senior brother Jin Bianjiang."
Ning Yuan looked at their business plan and thought for a moment: "Franchising is about earning franchise fees, and normally those fees should be collected annually."
Chu Hongyu and Yan Yangyang have strong execution skills.
"But these are all poor students doing small businesses, so they only charge monthly. The amount of money won't be much, and the business has a low barrier to entry, so it will be copied by many people sooner or later."
The food flavorings used in sparkling water are currently scarce chemical products that are not readily available to the average person.
She is lucky that Uncle Fang has a channel to provide it, so she is not worried about sparkling water being copied and replaced in the next two or three years.
However, unless it is scaled up to mass production of bottled soda, it can be replicated if someone with a keen eye sees that it can make money.
After all, it wasn't just Uncle Fang who could get the approval slip.
Chu Hongyu and Yan Yangyang can use it to practice, but there's no need for them to invest in it long-term.
Chu Hongyu narrowed her alluring fox-like eyes and poked her forehead—
"You're a girl who easily handles hundreds or thousands of yuan these days, so you don't seem to care about this small business."
"But I plan to open dozens of stores in Shanghai, which will bring in several hundred yuan a month. That's not a small amount for our small business."
In 1980, the monthly salary in Shanghai was only a few dozen yuan. A salary of one hundred yuan was something that only senior technicians could earn after decades of training.
Chu Hongyu's charming smile carried a hint of gentleness: "However, I'm just practicing and also saving up some dowry for myself."
Ning Yuan was taken aback: "You need to save up for your dowry yourself?"
Chu Hongyu's family shouldn't be in such a state, right?
Yan Yangyang, who was standing to the side, suddenly snorted: "Hmph, she's saving up the 'dowry' for her Xueming brother to marry her."
Ning Yuan couldn't help but look at Chu Hongyu: "Sister Hongyu, you once said that spending money on men would bring you bad luck for life!"
Chu Hongyu smiled slightly: "I don't really spend money on men, because ever since Xueming started dating me, he only keeps ten yuan for himself each month, and saves the rest for me."
Managing her husband's salary is something every Shanghai girl is taught from a young age.
Ning Yuan was silent for a while, then suddenly said, "Don't forget, you also paid his cousin a nanny fee."
That scoundrel surnamed Su is really cunning.
He pretended to be a good husband, handing over all his money, but in reality, he didn't have enough to live on and still had to rely on Chu Hongyu for subsidies.
How could such a shrewd girl not see through this?
Chu Hongyu was taken aback, then chuckled, "Do you expect my family to use someone as a maid for free? My mother isn't a landlady. Besides, even a landlady has to pay wages to her hired laborers."
Yan Yangyang put away the account books and planning drawings, scratched his head and sat down: "But his salary over the years is not enough to marry you. You have to give him extra money to marry you. I feel something's off!"
The key issue is that Chu Hongyu makes money, but she has to keep it a secret from him, for fear of making him angry.
Ning Yuan suddenly said, "It's better to keep the money from selling sparkling water a secret from Su Xueming. Let's talk about it in a couple of years, so he won't think you've become too materialistic from your studies."
This money belongs to Chu Hongyu. If Su Xueming finds out, that kind of person will despise money while still trying to steal it from her.
Chu Hongyu lowered her eyes and said softly, "Brother Xueming has always been working hard. It's not his fault that he came from a mountain village. I was just born into a better family."
She smiled and said with some relief, "Besides, over the years he's worked, his salary and position have both increased. He's a key talent the bank is grooming. Dad says he has excellent actuarial skills, and even the veteran bankers respect him."
Ning Yuan thought to herself, "Hmm, if I'm not good at calculations, I can't win over a shrewd Shanghai girl like you!"
A beautiful and intelligent young lady encounters the most cunning con artist at the most innocent age, which is truly... disastrous!
Ning Yuan rubbed her temples, feeling a headache coming on.
Ding Lan, who came in carrying a lunchbox, suddenly said out of the blue, "Your father is really stupid. He has so much money and resources, but he doesn't use them to raise you and make you successful. Instead, he raises some outsider."
Being called stupid for no reason, Chu Hongyu stood up angrily and glared at Ding Lan: "Ding Lan, say it again if you dare!"
Ding Lan sat down with an innocent look on her face: "Did I say something wrong? Your father is trying to take advantage of a son-in-law who has no blood relation to him to rise to prominence? Doesn't he know that it's much easier to be ungrateful than to repay kindness?"
"You... shut up, you're not allowed to say 'my father'!" Chu Hongyu was so angry that she forgot all about manners and was about to roll up her sleeves to hit her.
Yan Yangyang quickly stopped Chu Hongyu, muttering, "Why are you arguing with a tough nut like her?"
Ning Yuan glanced at Ding Lan thoughtfully.
Ding Lan shrugged and opened a jar of pickled vegetables: "If it were me, I'd hold a cleaver to my own neck and force my father to put me in power!"
"It's better to have what others have than what you have yourself! You parents of only daughters are all out of your minds!"
Chu Hongyu even saw contempt for her and her family in Ding Lan's eyes. She trembled with anger: "You...you...what do you know? My father raised Xueming so I could enjoy a life of luxury. Girls are meant to be pampered, not to be in the public eye and worry about so much!"
But Yan Yangyang's tall stature blocked her way, preventing her from hitting him. Enraged, she grabbed whatever was on the table and smashed it against Ding Lan.
"Oh dear, you're not worried at all? Once someone dies, you don't have to worry about anything!" Although Ding Lan dodged in time, she was still hit several times, and even got a bump on her forehead.
The lunchbox was also smashed on the ground, with white rice and pickled vegetables scattered all over the floor.
Looking at the skincare creams, lipsticks, and staplers that had rolled onto the floor...
Ding Lan glanced at the mess of food on the ground with a hint of heartache, but still happily picked it up while covering her head with her bag.
"Oh dear, is this compensation from Sister Hongyu? Then I won't be polite, thank you, sister."
This trick really works!
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