Su Xueli had no choice but to admit, "I just wanted to provoke Lin Meizhi and curb her arrogance. What's wrong with asking you to cooperate?"
Wei Mingshen retorted, "Why should I cooperate with you?"
Su Xueli mimicked him: "Because I'm your wife."
“But we’re not really a couple; we’re trying to get a divorce.” He echoed her sentiment.
People on the street were already watching them.
Just imagine, in this conservative era, especially in the countryside, how conspicuous would it be for two young people to walk arm in arm down the street? Not only would they attract 100% attention, but they might also be surrounded by onlookers, which would be incredibly embarrassing.
"Let me go right now, or I'll yell at you!" Su Xueli stamped her foot in frustration.
Wei Mingshen stopped teasing her and let go of her arm. She pulled back, but felt guilty and didn't dare to lift her head. She sat on the back of his bicycle, rested her head on his back, and urged him to ride faster.
Wei Mingshen grinned widely in front of him, thinking to himself: This little girl is quite interesting.
She then corrected herself, saying she wasn't a "little woman," but a "little girl."
Ugh! What a loss!
"Where to?" Su Xueli realized they were going the wrong way.
Wei Mingshen said, "I delivered the goods I promised to a customer last time when they arrived."
Su Xueli couldn't help but admire, saying, "You're quite clever; you're making money smartly, without having to go all the way to the south yourself. It's like you're living off handouts."
Wei Mingshen disagreed: "Didn't I work hard to promote it? Do you think promoting something doesn't require talking or using your brain?"
That's true. Su Xueli apologized, "I misspoke. Sales is the most important part."
I thought to myself, no wonder he's so good at sales; he must have practiced it all along.
"Oh, by the way, Xiao Luo said your straw weaving is amazing, and he wants to try selling it in the south."
Su Xueli laughed, "Reverse marketing, huh? Sure."
Wei Mingshen said earnestly, "That's right. Nowadays, everyone is going to the south to resell southern light industrial products to our north. We can follow suit and promote our northern handicrafts to the southern market."
Su Xueli's mind suddenly clicked, "Yes, yes, that's exactly right."
But then she immediately thought it was unnecessary. "We only make a few straw weaves a day. We can't even sell them locally. Why would we want to promote them to the south? It's making a mountain out of a molehill."
Wei Mingshen said, "What I meant was that we'd expand the business first and then grow the sales market."
"Make it bigger..." Su Xueli's mind went blank for a moment.
She hadn't thought that far ahead; she was only focused on making more money.
Although she was reborn, she had never run a business in her previous life.
"Well... if we want to expand, I can't do it all by myself."
"Of course, even if you're made of iron, how many nails can you hammer? You need to hire people, train them to start working, and then you have to sell products in large quantities, and sign contracts with customers..."
Su Xueli nodded repeatedly, but she felt that was a "distant thing" and she didn't need to think about it right now, because expanding the scale of straw weaving products would require a lot of money.
After they had walked around for a while, it was already noon. The two of them were cold and hungry. Wei Mingshen said apologetically, "I'm sorry to have made you suffer with me."
Su Xueli has a conscience. "You've worked hard to help me sell straw weaving products."
Wei Mingshen said, "That's only right. I'm treating today, let's go to town for dinner, what would you like to eat?"
At that time, there wasn't much good food in town, just one or two small restaurants that sold snacks like spicy soup, tofu pudding, fried dough sticks, fried sugar cakes, pan-fried buns, and shredded pork noodles only on market days.
So she said, "Something hot will do."
Wei Mingshen said, "There's a pan-fried bun shop on the street that's open even when it's not market day. They also sell egg drop soup. Let's go eat there."
Su Xueli suddenly remembered that this pan-fried bun shop was a family heirloom, and its business was still booming in later generations, with people coming from far and wide to eat its pan-fried buns.
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