Chen Niaoshu's voice was shrill, and everyone around them turned to look at them.
Lin Ziyan didn't pay any attention and continued watching.
She doesn't need to pay attention to rude people.
Ultimately, the two were merely nodding acquaintances.
"Shushu, do you know each other?" Grandma Chen tugged at Chen Niaoshu's clothes.
Almost everyone who comes here early in the morning is from the neighborhood.
Many people know them, so don't embarrass yourself here.
"I know..." Chen Niaoshu panicked for a moment, but quickly recovered.
"But she doesn't seem happy to see you."
"Shushu, let's go to the fresh food section to choose some meat first." Grandma Chen frowned and pulled her away.
Lin Ziyan's lips curled slightly as she walked up to a small rice cooker, somewhat tempted.
She glanced at the price; it wasn't too expensive.
She glanced at it when she went to the Fuzhou Supply and Marketing Cooperative last time, and the price there was twice that of this product, plus you needed a coupon to buy it.
Lin Ziyan glanced at it a few more times before heading towards the condiment section.
Before she came, she sent a batch of shrimp paste to this store for resale; it should already be on the shelves by now.
"Is this shrimp paste made from dead shrimp?"
"Probably not? I bought a bottle last time to mix with noodles for my grandson, and he really liked it."
"Five yuan a bottle? That's enough to buy a pound of shrimp."
Lin Ziyan stopped in her tracks when she heard several women whispering in the condiment area.
"Shushu, this shrimp paste is from Fushi. Have you ever had it in Fushi?"
Chen Niaoshu picked up the shrimp paste, glanced at it, and shook her head. "I've never seen it before."
"Then don't buy it. It'll give you diarrhea if you eat it," said the aunt who asked the question.
But the aunt who had bought it before just smiled and put the shrimp paste into the basket.
"We trust Lianchao; they won't lie to us." After saying that, they pulled their shopping baskets and left.
Lin Ziyan walked to the row of shrimp paste, where there was only one type of shrimp paste of that kind.
Other types of shrimp paste are not suitable for immediate consumption.
"Lin Ziyan, are you here to visit the Lu family?" Chen Niaoshu asked, clenching her hands and furrowing her brows.
"Don't even dream about it. A family with such a prestigious background as the Lu family wouldn't even look at you. I advise you to give up on it as soon as possible."
Lin Ziyan, "..."
Why does this person like to talk to himself so much?
After Chen Niaoshu finished speaking, she turned around and walked towards the raw food area.
“She’s sick,” Lin Ziyan murmured.
She squatted down, looked at the shrimp paste placed at the bottom, and her eyes flickered.
As she expected, Beijing Lianchao would only put Linji Shrimp Paste on the bottom shelf to collect dust.
Lin Ziyan wandered around for a while, planning to buy a rice cooker and then return to the hotel.
Seeing the constant stream of customers entering the store, she suddenly changed her mind.
…
At this moment, inside the office of Beijing Lianchao.
"Manager Zhang, why are you here so early today?"
"I asked Director Huang, who is in charge of the store, with suspicion."
Zhang Xuefeng is one of the partners of Lianchao.
"The owner of the shrimp paste factory is coming today, so I came to see him."
Zhang Xuefeng smiled faintly.
Compared to Yang Yanzhou's smooth talk and witty banter, he appeared more gentle and reserved.
But the store workers all enjoyed chatting and joking with him.
"That shrimp paste factory in Fuzhou?" Director Huang asked, frowning.
Zhang Xuefeng raised an eyebrow and nodded.
Knock knock,
"Manager Zhang, someone claiming to be the factory manager of a shrimp paste factory is here to see you." It was the deputy director of the store who knocked on the door.
"Please let her in." Zhang Xuefeng hurriedly straightened his clothes.
He had inquired about the shrimp paste factory with Yang Yanzhou, but that guy was tight-lipped this time, refusing to say anything even after getting him drunk.
Lin Ziyan walked into the office and briefly explained her purpose.
Zhang Xuefeng was stunned for a long time after hearing this.
"Doing promotions in the store?"
"Do you want noodles cooked too?" he asked.
"We can't cook in our store, so we might not be able to meet your needs," Zhang Xuefeng said with a conflicted expression.
He was actually very interested to see the effect of Lin Ziyan's promotion.
Apart from meat, other new categories in the fresh food section simply aren't selling.
This area is considered the central business district of Beijing, with a large flow of people.
Zhang Xuefeng has been troubled by this matter recently.
“A rice cooker will suffice; there’s no need to turn on the stove.” Lin Ziyan knew his concerns.
Nobody cooks in stores anymore.
“You can choose a type of noodle that doesn’t sell well for me to promote, and the cost of the shrimp paste used can be deducted from the payment,” Lin Ziyan continued to persuade him.
She could tell that Manager Zhang's resolve had wavered.
"Of course, I'll buy the rice cooker myself." Lin Ziyan had wanted to buy that rice cooker anyway, she was just using it in advance.
Zhang Xuefeng quickly said, "That won't be necessary..."
This was someone Yun Shen introduced; he never intended to make things difficult for him.
Lin Ziyan smiled and said, "Manager Zhang, I was already planning to buy a rice cooker."
…
In less than 30 minutes, a small table was set up in the condiment section of the store.
Then came disposable cups, toothpicks, and so on.
The store was already crowded at this time, and when people saw these, they gradually stopped and waited to see.
When Chen Niaoshu saw Lin Ziyan arranging shrimp paste, she pulled her grandmother into the crowd, waiting to see her make a fool of herself.
She thought to herself, what could a village girl from a remote coastal fishing village know about promotion?
She had guessed Lin Ziyan's purpose in coming here when she looked at the address on the shrimp paste.
Haibi Village?
Isn't that the village where Lin Ziyan lives? She's most likely the one who owns this shrimp paste factory.
"Shushu, could this girl be Lu Yunshen's girlfriend?" Grandma Chen asked in a low voice, her gaze gradually becoming sharp.
Lin Ziyan had her hair tied in a ponytail and was wearing a beige sweater over a plain white shirt.
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