She might sell for several days, but her business might not be as good as someone else's in just one day.
Wait a minute! Can she do this too?
Did you also clear out your snack stock?
If she were to do this, her initial investment would only be a bicycle.
Even if there's no business, you can still ride a bicycle!
Once the thought popped into her head, Song Qingqing couldn't suppress it.
Having no other choice, she had to swallow her pride and go up to the man to buy him an ice pop, using the opportunity to start a conversation with him.
"Uncle, um... can I ask you about selling goods by bicycle?"
This was the first time Song Qingqing had ever asked someone about something like this.
She struggled a bit at first, but after she finished speaking, she realized it wasn't as difficult as she had imagined.
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man became wary, closed the styrofoam box, and tried to leave.
Upon seeing this, Song Qingqing hurriedly stepped forward to explain, "Uncle, don't worry!"
I won't compete with you for business here; I can go to the countryside.
"Going to the countryside?" The middle-aged man, Li Dajing, looked Song Qingqing up and down for a while, shaking his head from time to time.
"How can a young girl like you endure this hardship? Do you know how tiring and difficult it is to sell popsicles in the countryside?"
My face and hands would get sunburned and peel, and when I came back, I had to carry a couple hundred pounds of sandals and beer bottles.
I advise you to think of another way to make money!
"This method isn't suitable for you." Seeing that Song Qingqing was so young yet wanted to do this kind of work, Li Dajing immediately began to explain the difficulties of this line of work.
He thought that hearing that Song Qingqing, who was good-looking and would get sunburned, would give up the idea of going to the countryside to sell goods, but he didn't expect that she would laugh instead.
"Uncle, I have nothing but strength, so this line of work is perfect for me." Song Qingqing smiled happily.
This finally gave her a new way to make money, and at the same time, it could help her sell the snacks in her store, which was a win-win situation.
"Alright, alright, if you want to do it, then go ahead. But if you want to do this kind of work, you'll need a bicycle like mine." Seeing that Song Qingqing was determined, Li Dajing didn't try to dissuade her, but he still subtly reminded her that she might not be able to get a bicycle.
"I can buy one later." Song Qingqing didn't care. There was still more than 8,000 yuan in the card, enough for her to buy many bicycles.
"Sigh, this industry is not as simple as you think. It's really not suitable for a pretty girl like you." After thinking it over and over again, Li Dajing still didn't want to tell her about the inside story of this industry.
After all, this industry is quite lucrative; as long as you're willing to work hard, you can make money.
Song Qingqing didn't make things difficult for him. Seeing that he was still unwilling to talk, she could only try to find a solution herself.
She refused to believe that she couldn't find a way to sell popsicles in the countryside.
Holding her anger in her heart, she hastily ate lunch and then went to the bicycle shop.
But there were so many kinds of bicycles that I was overwhelmed by the choices.
Finally, I found a satisfactory target. I reached out and touched the seat, just about to ask the shopkeeper how much the bicycle cost.
He then realized he had touched a hand, immediately pulled it back, looked up, and exclaimed in surprise, "Mingcheng?"
"Qingqing, do you like this bicycle too?" What a coincidence! He hadn't expected her taste to be the same as his. Tang Mingcheng felt a surge of joy at the thought.
"Yes, it's very beautiful." This bicycle is indeed very beautiful, because the frame is black with a red top, and the lines are beautiful, so it gives a very good visual effect.
“I also think it’s very beautiful. We even have the same taste.” After saying that, Tang Mingcheng’s face immediately flushed red, which was quite eye-catching.
The young girl accompanying Tang Mingcheng was heartbroken to see this scene and sarcastically said to Song Qingqing, "It looks nice, but can you afford it?"
Do you know where this bicycle came from?
How much does it cost to buy it?
Let me tell you, this is an imported product; one bicycle costs eight hundred yuan.
The salary of an ordinary worker for more than half a year.
Do you have money?
"It's obvious you don't have any. Look at what you're wearing! You probably picked it up from a garbage dump!" Tang Wanyue said with a look of disdain.
Upon hearing this, Song Qingqing lowered her eyes to look at her clothes, but couldn't see anything wrong with them, except that they were a little small.
"Wan Yue, how can you talk like that?" Tang Mingcheng shouted angrily before Song Qingqing could respond.
Upon hearing this, Tang Wanyue became even angrier, glaring fiercely at Song Qingqing and angrily saying, "Why can't I say that? It's the truth!"
Seeing this, Song Qingqing just wants to say, "Sister, I have no feelings for Tang Mingcheng, you don't need to be so hostile towards me."
In her past life, she had heard that Tang Mingcheng had a childhood sweetheart with whom he grew up.
However, because her relationship with Tang Mingcheng remained ambiguous, she had never met this girl.
Unexpectedly, this second chance led me to meet my childhood sweetheart sooner.
However, it seems that people only have hostility towards her.
"If that's your attitude, then you can go back now! I can buy it myself." Tang Mingcheng bluntly dismissed her, leaving Tang Wanyue utterly humiliated.
"No, why should I go back? Aunt Tang asked me to come and keep you company, how could I possibly go back?" After saying that, Tang Wanqiu gave Song Qingqing a smug look.
It's as if she's saying, "I've won over my future mother-in-law's heart; she can't compare to her."
"..." Song Qingqing was speechless.
"My mom wants you to come with me, but I can also choose not to." Tang Mingcheng was angry. Song Qingqing was someone he had liked for almost three years. How could he allow Tang Wanyue to humiliate her like this?
Song Qingqing didn't want to get involved in their affairs, so she took out a wad of cash from her pocket and calmly handed it to the shop owner who had come over.
Her action instantly made Tang Wanyue blush, but she still said defiantly, "No, this car is the one my brother Mingcheng has his eye on. We'll take it. You can go and choose something else."
She spoke with such confidence that anyone who didn't know better would think it was her family's shop.
That's why she can act like a spoiled princess here.
Tang Mingcheng was furious and wanted to say something, but Tang Wanyue suddenly stepped forward, hugged Tang Mingcheng's hand, and began to act coquettishly, "Brother Mingcheng, didn't you save up for half a month for this bicycle? I just want you to buy the bicycle you like."
Tang Mingcheng was afraid that Song Qingqing would misunderstand, so he hurriedly tried to pull her hand away, but with one forceful movement, he pushed Tang Wanyue down.
"Waaah, Brother Mingcheng is so mean, he actually pushed me." Tang Wanyue's pitiful little face had two tears hanging on it, as if she was trying to stop Tang Mingcheng's rudeness.
"Wanyue, I didn't mean to, I didn't mean to. Let me see if you're hurt anywhere." Seeing her childhood sweetheart suddenly fall down, and it was her fault.
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