"..." The couple shouted and yelled about Jiao Rongrong's matter.
Feeling at ease, Jiao Rongrong, hiding behind her mother, ignored their argument.
She dressed herself and then gave Song Qingqing a fierce look.
The next moment, she saw Song Qingqing suddenly laugh, her face full of amusement.
"You're laughing!" "Ah!" Jiao Rongrong, who was about to start cursing, suddenly felt a pain in her back.
Turning around, she saw her father break free from Wang Panpan's obstruction and hit her.
Her face instantly darkened, and Jiao Rongrong turned to Wang Panpan, crying, "Waaah, Mom, Dad hit me, he hit me!"
You must help me get revenge!
This was the first time her father had ever hit her, and it infuriated her.
How dare he hit her?
She never experienced fatherly love from a young age; only her mother took care of her.
What right does he have to hit her? What right does he have to despise her?
"You bastard surnamed Jiao, how dare you hit Rongrong! I'll fight you to the death!" Hearing her daughter's cries, Wang Panpan picked up a carrying pole from the doorway and charged at Jiao Wenrui.
Seeing this, Jiao Wenrui angrily raised his broom and charged forward.
With a loud "bang!", the two immediately began fighting.
The two women went from arguing to fighting, all because of Jiao Rongrong.
But Jiao Rongrong didn't seem to feel guilty at all, and even had the mood to applaud and cheer for Wang Panpan, "Mom, you will definitely beat Dad. He hit me, and it hurt so much."
Jiao Wenrui nearly died of anger upon hearing his daughter's words.
His hands, which were holding the broom, began to tremble.
Song Qingqing had no interest in watching the farce of this family of three.
He turned around, intending to go back inside to rest.
Unexpectedly, Jiao Rongrong still had the mind to pay attention to her, "Song Qingqing, your business isn't doing so well today, is it?"
Are you angry that we stole your business?
what to do?
"As long as my family is here, your business is destined to fail." She paused, took a few steps forward, and continued, "However, as long as you are willing to kneel before me and apologize to me."
I can consider stopping my mom from taking over your business.
Otherwise, you can expect to go out of business and cry for your parents!
Wow! You've got quite the nerve!
Song chuckled softly, stopped in her tracks, and said with a half-smile, "So, you're closing down?"
"We'll see about that. Let's see who closes the door, you or me!"
After saying that, Song Qingqing went into her shop without looking back.
Sitting at the table, Song Qingqing began to ponder whether she should increase her efforts tomorrow to make Wang Panpan and the others close down earlier.
After much thought, she decided she still wanted to.
She hates it when people jump around in front of her.
At the same time, Song Qingyi also heard the news that Panpan Clothing Store and Song Qingqing were competing against each other.
Song Qingyi was overjoyed. After hearing Cheng Lin's account, she immediately burst out laughing, "Hahaha, I knew it! How could someone with Song Qingyi's personality possibly be liked?"
Look, first there was Li Shu, and now there's Wang Panpan. She's just not a popular person.
Clearly, she is someone people dislike.
Serves you right!
Who told Song Qingqing to disobey her and drop out of school to work and contribute to her bright future?
If she had listened to her and followed her arrangements, wouldn't she have avoided all these problems?
Song Qingyi was overjoyed.
It took me a while to remember that there was still someone here.
Looking up at Cheng Lin, he saw a flat nose and small eyes, not even a toe as handsome as Sikong Xingchen, whom he had seen during the day.
Why would such a good man be blind? Why would he fall for Song Qingqing?
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Without realizing it, Song Qingyi's right hand landed on her left wrist again.
"Go tell Li Shu and Jiao Rongrong that Song Qingqing will be going to Tieshu Village with the whole class this weekend. That's all you need to say." As Song Qingqing said this, she slightly averted her eyes.
She didn't want to see Cheng Lin's horribly unattractive appearance.
Her aesthetic sense had been thoroughly refined by Sikong Xingchen, and now she couldn't stand ugly men.
Cheng Lin immediately agreed and turned to leave.
What Song Qingyi didn't notice was how sorrowful his expression was the moment he turned around.
He genuinely loved Song Qingyi, regardless of whether she was malicious or not.
He loved her.
But Song Qingyi didn't treat him as her man; she only treated him as her possession.
I'll only contact him if I want something.
When she didn't want him, he was just her subordinate.
Song Qingyi watched Cheng Lin's lonely figure as he left, her expression calm and indifferent.
Before long, it was the morning of the next day. After returning home, Song Qingqing changed the banner to a new one.
It says on it, "Buy one dollar and get one cent free." Last time, she wrote "Buy two dollars and get one cent free."
In other words, for a dish that costs one yuan, after deducting costs such as labor and shop rent, she still has to make a profit of ten cents.
The already meager profit margin has been further squeezed.
The compression card is perfect; it's positioned right at the point where Wang Panpan doesn't know whether to follow it or not.
The other party's costs were 20% higher than Song Qingqing's, so if they kept up with her pace...
If they also offered a buy-one-dollar-get-one-cent-free deal, then they would definitely be working for free.
But if she doesn't follow through, she will never be able to attract customers to her store again.
Just thinking about it made Wang Panpan extremely anxious.
They had just enjoyed the booming business yesterday, earning two hundred yuan in one day.
If Song Qingqing snatches this business away again, they'll be back to where they only make sixty or seventy yuan a day.
Is this enough money?
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