Liu Zi looked at her, seemingly sensing something, and asked, "Sister Yan, is there some good news you want to tell me?"
"Could it be you..." Liu Zi's gaze shifted to her stomach.
Song Yan blushed and gave her a push.
"I'm being serious with you, but you always joke around with me."
Liu Zi chuckled twice: "I didn't mean to be so happy thinking about you."
Song Yan gave her a charming glare before saying, "I have something bothering me, and I was hoping you could give me some advice!"
"Why are you looking for me? It's not me who sleeps in the same bed with you!" Liu Zi said, seemingly jokingly but also directly. She has a husband, so what right does she have to give advice?
"Are you never going to stop?!" Song Yan said irritably.
"I disagree with Brother Jun, and I'm feeling down, so I came to talk to you!"
"Oh? So you're curious. What could possibly cause this loving couple to argue?" Liu Zi kept teasing Song Yan, and she could tell from the first glance that the smile on her face was forced.
"We didn't argue, we just disagreed," Song Yan stated in advance.
"Fine, say what you want."
Song Yan composed herself and tried to recount the recent events in a calm tone.
The original Good Taste has become a hit in Beijing in recent months, and several companies have approached them hoping to collaborate.
Song Yan was delighted with this and even asked someone to inquire about the reputation of several companies.
However, Shi Jianjun has always been opposed to this, and not only that, he has been looking for locations in Beijing to open branch stores.
The couple had been disagreeing for almost half a month, and they had been arguing ever since.
After a moment of hesitation, Liu Zi spoke up: "Sister Yan, I can't say anything about starting a company. After all, some small companies these days don't operate ethically. When I was in Shenzhen, I heard about a company that manufactured products for a long-established brand in Guangzhou. After only a year, someone stole their secret formula, and the owner had nowhere to turn."
"Really?" Song Yan was startled.
"Of course it's true. But there are so many time-honored brands across the country, not all of them are like him, but we can't rule out exceptions." Liu Zi saw this report in the Shenzhen Daily.
Attorney Rong was standing next to her at the time, and she casually asked him about it. Attorney Rong then said that this kind of thing has happened many times in recent years. Because it is difficult to obtain evidence, most bosses give up pursuing the case and suffer in silence.
Song Yan was now truly hesitant.
"Can't we even make our own secret recipe?"
Liu Zi shook her head: "How many products does a factory need to produce in a year? How many secret ingredients does it need? Can you handle it all? Even if you hire more workers to help, can you guarantee that you'll trust them all?"
"If you put all your energy into the secret ingredient factory, will you still keep your own shop running? If you do, you won't have time to manage it; if you don't, you'll be completely trapped."
"So, now that you've said that, this company can't be franchised?" Song Yan said helplessly.
"I don't think the timing is right. Your store has just become very popular. Wait another two years, until your brand is more established and you have sufficient cash flow, then you can open your own factory for processing. That way, the quality can be guaranteed," Liu Zi advised.
"Alright!" Song Yan seemed to have been persuaded.
"You can discuss it with your brother-in-law again," Liu Zi said, unwilling to make a decision for the couple.
"What's there to discuss? Your brother-in-law told you pretty much everything, except he doesn't know about the fact that a time-honored brand had its recipes plagiarized," Song Yan said dejectedly.
"In that case, let's wait another two years." Liu Zi smiled and nudged her to cheer her up and stop her from being upset.
"Okay, let's leave it at that for now!" That's just Song Yan's personality; she's decisive and straightforward. If something can't be done, then so be it.
"But I find it a bit strange that your brother-in-law wants to open a branch," Song Yan brought up another matter.
"What's wrong?"
"We already have two stores, and we're already too busy with both of them. How can we possibly have the energy to open a third one?" Song Yan said irritably.
"If there are doubts between husband and wife, of course they should be resolved as soon as possible! Why don't you just ask him directly?" Liu Zi didn't have any successful experience and just said based on her intuition.
Song Yan was a decisive and efficient person. After hearing Liu Zi's suggestion, she gritted her teeth, took out her phone, and dialed Shi Jianjun's number.
Why are you in such a hurry to open a shop?
There was a long silence on the other end of the phone before someone said, "I received a call from my parents a while ago. Xiaofang got divorced and wants to find a job. I thought it doesn't matter where she works, so let's open a shop and she can come and work there. That way, she won't be bullied."
"Shi Jianjun!" Song Yan shouted.
Liu Zi was startled and was about to get up to offer some advice when Song Yan said, "What kind of person do you take me for? Your sister is divorced and can't make ends meet back in her hometown. You, as her brother, want to help her, and you think I'd stand in your way?"
Song Yan was so angry that she was panting heavily.
"That's not what I meant!" Shi Jianjun explained.
"Then what do you mean? Your sister got divorced, such a big thing, and you didn't even tell me. You didn't go back to help. What kind of brother are you?" Song Yan got so anxious that she even cursed her husband.
"The shop had just opened, and by the time I heard the news, the two of them had already split the profits. My parents wouldn't let me go back either," Shi Jianjun said, feeling aggrieved.
"Bullshit! Even if I close my shop, I won't let anyone bully my sister."
"No, I can't explain it to you. You need to buy me four train tickets back to my hometown right now. I can't eat until I get this off my chest." Song Yan jumped up from the sofa.
"Four sheets?" Shi Jianjun was taken aback.
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