Excited, Zhou Sui even shifted her position slightly, moving a few inches closer to Song Qi'an.
Those radiant eyes gazed silently at Song Qi'an.
"You," Song Qi'an asked uncertainly, "you mean cooperation?"
“Yes, cooperation.” Zhou Sui nodded vigorously and rattled off her ideas.
"Your construction site is in a remote area, so it takes a while to buy food, and there's no guarantee that there will be anything good to eat there."
"In addition, how those who bring their own lunch reheat their food is also a big problem."
"I'm thinking of selling boxed lunches at the entrance of your construction site."
"Boxed meals are those meals that are packaged in individual boxes. The contents depend on the price, but they usually consist of one meat dish and two vegetable dishes. The portions are definitely large. I know that people on construction sites expend a lot of physical labor and eat a lot."
"As for the price, it certainly won't be high; I'll keep it within the market price."
"So, so, do you think this model will work?" Zhou Sui looked at Song Qi'an expectantly, but the latter remained calm and unmoved.
Zhou Sui continued, "The point of our cooperation is that I hope you can give me a place to set up a stall at the entrance of the construction site. Don't worry, I will pay the stall fee and I will definitely not go into the construction site to affect your construction."
Song Qi'an finally looked at Zhou Sui properly and said, "You really have the makings of money."
That sounded like a compliment, but the tone and expression were a little off.
"I'm just making a little money, nothing compared to you." Zhou Sui knew that her work was small-scale and far inferior to Song Qi'an's.
"Oh, right, there's one more thing I forgot to mention. If our collaboration goes smoothly, I'll cover your meals. Of course, they'll be different from regular staff meals."
This was a small matter for Zhou Sui; if Song Qi'an agreed, it would be a small token of her gratitude.
Song Qi'an smiled enigmatically, "Then I should thank you."
Immersed in the business opportunity, Zhou Sui didn't notice anything amiss in those words and instinctively waved her hand, saying, "No need to thank me, I should be thanking you. We're friends, it's only right that I take care of you."
"Friend," Song Qi'an murmured these two words to himself, falling into deep thought.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Zhou Sui's rising enthusiasm suddenly came to a halt. She wondered anxiously if what she had proposed was beyond Song Qi'an's management scope.
No way, Song Qi'an is in charge, he makes all the decisions, and I have to pay the fees myself, so I shouldn't make things difficult for him, right?
"Um," Zhou Sui said softly, "it's just an idea, it's okay if it doesn't work out."
Anyway, she'll find a way. If she can't sell at the entrance of the construction site, she'll sell it not far from the site. People inside will eventually come out to buy things, and as long as they come out, they'll run into her lunchbox stall.
A slight dullness appeared on the girl's smooth face, and Song Qi'an snapped out of his reverie.
"No problem, if you want to set it up, just set it up, there's no need to pay any fees."
There is a lot of open space in front of the construction site, some of which belongs to them and some belongs to others. None of it is currently in use, so there is no question of charging fees.
“That won’t do. This is your territory, after all. I can’t just set up a stall at the entrance like this.” Zhou Sui felt that this was inappropriate.
“Since we’re going to cooperate, then listen to me. No need to pay anything, just set up the stall.” Song Qi’an’s words left no room for argument.
But this made Zhou Sui frown. "What kind of cooperation is this?"
Shouldn't cooperation be a win-win situation? In this way, she's the one making money, while Song Qi'an gets nothing.
Does that mean I need to secretly slip him some kickbacks that don't go into the company account?
Just then, Song Qi'an added, "Didn't you say you'd cover my meals?"
She did say that, but if Song Qi'an is short of money for a meal, it's obvious he's not.
"This is our collaboration."
"As for how well your boxed meals sell, that depends on yourself."
The term "boxed lunch" sounds novel, and novel things often have a large market in a short period of time. As for what happens next, that depends on how well it is managed.
Song Qi'an actually had a newfound respect for Zhou Sui. Judging from the things she sold in her shop, this girl had a business mind and probably wouldn't stop at that small shop in town.
She's like a fledgling bird that's just learned to fly; I really look forward to the day she soars through the air.
Hearing Song Qi'an say that, Zhou Sui secretly cursed herself for judging a gentleman by her own petty standards.
"You don't think I'm asking you for some kickback behind my back, do you?" Song Qi'an guessed, noticing Zhou Sui's strange expression.
"No, no, no, you're definitely not that kind of person." Zhou Sui quickly denied it, while also flattering Song Qi'an, "You're clearly an upright person, you would never look down on such low-class practices."
She's such a clever little devil, her reactions are so quick.
Song Qi'an clearly didn't believe it, but he didn't continue the topic. His gaze fell on the boy's thin hoodie.
"You're only wearing so little in this weather?"
The topic jumped so quickly that Zhou Sui was a beat slow to react and immediately retorted.
"Isn't wearing long sleeves warmer than wearing short sleeves?"
"What a sharp-tongued girl," Song Qi'an said in a serious tone, "Men are more resistant to cold than women."
"Wear more clothes next time you go out; the wind in the village is much stronger than in town."
"If you catch a cold, you'll become as thin as a sheet of paper."
Looking at Zhou Sui's thin frame, Song Qi'an even wondered if she was eating. It seemed like she was getting thinner every time they met.
Zhou Sui secretly glanced at him; she had never thought Song Qi'an was so talkative before.
The two people chatting upstairs came down shortly afterward, and Zhou Sui got up to say goodbye.
Zhao Wenxiu held the mother and daughter's hands tightly, reluctant to let them leave, and repeatedly asked them to stay for dinner.
But Li Qiuju still had a lot of things to do, so Zhao Wenxiu couldn't force her. She just agreed to come over to her house when she had time.
Just as Zhou Sui turned around, she suddenly remembered something and took a piece of paper out of her pocket.
“Aunt Zhao, Brother Song mentioned before that you wanted to learn how to make braised pork, but I haven’t been home often lately.”
"I've written down the steps, ingredients, and quantities on a piece of paper. Just follow the instructions."
A neatly folded piece of paper was handed to Zhao Wenxiu. She looked a little bewildered, and before she could speak, Song Qi'an snatched the paper away.
"Thank you, my mom will make it according to the recipe."
Zhou Sui didn't notice Zhao Wenxiu's unusual behavior. After saying goodbye, she left with Li Qiuju.
After the two walked away, Zhao Wenxiu looked at Song Qi'an blankly.
"Son, when did Mom say she wanted to learn how to make braised pork?"
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