Chapter 21 Finally, we got rid of that big Buddha statue.
"Mom, where are we going now?" Song Yu asked, holding Song Xinran's hand as they went out the door.
Song Xinran said, "Let's go to the library first."
Song Yu's eyes widened: "The library?"
Song Xinran asked, "Does Xiao Yu know what a library is?"
Song Yu nodded quickly: "I know! It's a room with lots of books, where the kids go to look for things."
Song Yu had seen the name "library" on TV. Cai Yang loved watching TV at home and could always find a channel showing cartoons.
Song Yu also liked it. If his uncle wasn't home, he could sit on a bench and watch it with Cai Yang. Although he didn't have the power to decide, he was still very happy.
If his uncle was home, he would sweep the floor in the main room while secretly glancing at the floor.
Song Yu always found the scenes on the television screen very novel; it was a world he had never experienced before.
Is he going to the library now?
Song Yu couldn't help but jump up and down with joy when he thought of the cartoons he had watched.
"Mom, shall we go to the library to look for something too?"
Song Xinran said, "Yes, let's go find some books. Xiao Yu, don't talk loudly in the library."
Song Yu nodded vigorously.
Song Xinran hailed a tricycle to take them to the library, where she planned to look at newspapers, periodicals, or books about buying water heaters.
In my past life, if I wanted to buy something, I could just search for it online and get a wealth of information, including intelligent price comparison, which was very convenient.
But now mobile phones are a rarity in their city, and information flows extremely poorly. Under these circumstances, buying a big item can only be done by bargaining and taking a chance.
Song Xinran dislikes fighting unprepared battles, especially since water heaters are big-ticket items, and she is currently short of money.
Upon arriving at the library, after a simple registration, the two entered. Song Xinran went straight to the newspaper and periodical shelf, while Song Yu, imitating her mother, carefully flipped through the books and found one with a brightly colored cover to read.
He couldn't read, he could only look at pictures. Luckily, he got a comic book magazine. He opened the first page and his eyes widened. So many pictures!
Although he couldn't read, Song Yu could roughly understand what the little characters in the comics were doing. He pointed to each frame with his little finger and slowly slid it across the screen without blinking. He would skip over any parts he didn't understand.
When Song Xinran finally called him to leave, Song Yu was a little reluctant. He remembered that he couldn't speak loudly in the library, so he whispered, "Mom, the cartoon was really good."
Song Xinran was a little puzzled, thinking that the library was quiet and she hadn't heard any television.
Song Yu gestured with his hands to resemble a book, his eyes lighting up: "There are cartoons in the book!"
Song Yu used to think that only TV dramas could show this, but he didn't expect that it was also available in the library. This has broadened the child's understanding of the world.
Song Xinran realized what was going on and smiled, "Those are comics. Can Xiao Yu read?"
She thought to herself that Song Yu couldn't possibly be that smart; he was only three years old, and there was no early childhood education in the countryside.
The male supporting character in the book did not become a genius hacker teenager after growing up.
But Song Yu nodded: "I know him!"
Song Xinran's eyes widened, wondering if her involvement had changed Song Yu's world so much.
Song Yu held up one little finger: "One!"
Two little fingers: "Two!"
Three little fingers: "Three!"
Then he stopped and excitedly looked up at Song Xinran, saying, "Mom, I can read!"
Song Xinran was both amused and exasperated, and patted the little boy's head: "Little Yu is really amazing!"
Song Yu smiled, her eyes crinkling slightly.
Song Xinran thought to herself that once she bought the water heater, she would buy two books for Song Yu. If Song Yu wanted to learn to read, she could teach him.
However, she now has a big task to do. She has read a lot about water heaters in the library and learned a lot about them so that she won't be fooled by salespeople. Maybe she can even fool the salespeople.
The appliance store was bustling with people in the late afternoon, like a noisy beehive. Almost every store had customers, and salespeople were shouting through megaphones, "Huge discounts and great deals!" Some stores even had banners advertising amazing special offers. Although Song Xinran didn't have much money in her pocket right now, seeing this scene gave her a sense of a thriving economy.
It was Song Yu's first time in such a place. She was nervous but also curious. She obediently held her mother's hand and stayed close to Song Xinran, only occasionally glancing around with her eyes.
Song Xinran finally found a water heater store. As soon as she walked in, the salesperson greeted her warmly: "Miss, would you like to take a look at water heaters? Our water heaters are from a big brand and are guaranteed. We're currently having a promotion, buy one get one free! Today is the last day!"
Song Xinran paused slightly, thinking that this familiar sales pitch had been around since 2002. She didn't say anything, but took Song Yu's hand and looked at each shop in the store.
Song Xinran didn't know much about water heaters, but in her previous life, she had chosen all the home appliances herself during the renovation of her house, so she had some knowledge of them. Although technology wasn't as advanced as it is now, some things are interconnected. Moreover, she had just browsed some information in the library and knew what to pay attention to when choosing a water heater.
Seeing that she ignored him and was just looking around, the salesperson had an idea. He looked Song Xinran up and down. Although she was dressed simply, she had a generous demeanor and should be well-off.
He quickly caught up with a smile and introduced a product next to him: "Girl, take a look at this water heater! It has a stainless steel inner tank! Nano sterilization! Especially powerful firepower, it heats up super fast, and it also has anti-freeze technology, so you don't have to worry about snowy days!"
This one is the one with the highest commission, at 18%!
"And this model is on sale today! It was originally priced at 899, but now it's only 699. Buy the water heater and get a free shower head!"
This product has a commission of over a hundred; if it can be sold, we can make a fortune!
When the salesperson saw Song Xinran turn to look at him, he couldn't help but smile broadly, using all the sales pitches he had received during training: "Our model uses a stainless steel inner tank! It also has an imported safety shield. Safety is the most important thing for water heaters these days. Newspapers have reported cases of people dying in the toilet while showering, which shows how unsafe it is! You don't have to worry about that with our model at all. All the parts are imported from Germany. You know Germany, right? Germans are incredibly meticulous and careful in their work. They'll destroy anything with even the slightest error!"
Hearing this, Song Xinran felt a wave of dizziness. But it seemed that in this era, people liked to hear such things, always thinking that the moon was rounder abroad and that imported things were the best.
But these words were just a gimmick when applied to a water heater. Song Xinran leaned forward slightly, picked up the nameplate at the bottom of the water heater, and suddenly asked, "Is this a forced draft water heater?"
The salesperson paused slightly, thinking that this person was knowledgeable, and said with a smile, "This one is not. This one is a flue type, which has a particularly good smoke extraction effect, burns quickly, and uses an imported thermostatic valve for intelligent temperature control, making showering absolutely comfortable!"
Song Xinran thought that the salesperson was treating her like a pig to be slaughtered, so she immediately stopped being polite and said directly, "There isn't even a fan. When a strong wind blows, the exhaust fumes will flow back in. I'm afraid it will be in the newspapers soon after it's installed."
Song Xinran pointed to the words on the nameplate and said, "It is forbidden to install in enclosed spaces. Are you planning to let customers hang it on a tree and take a bath in the open space? That would be very well ventilated, and you wouldn't have to worry about being poisoned by exhaust fumes."
The salesperson's smile faltered after Song Xinran's sarcastic remark, but she still managed to say, "Miss, our model is guaranteed safe. We're a big brand, it won't break even after ten years!"
Song Xinran said "Oh": "It won't break even if it lasts for ten years, but it will die in less than a year. So it can last a lifetime, right?"
“Introduce me to other water heaters; I only want a forced-draft type,” Song Xinran said with a stern face.
The salesperson inwardly scoffed. Forced-draft water heaters were a new model in their store, and most of the future models would be this type. They were expensive, and the commission was extremely low, only 3%. However, it still added up to several tens of yuan. The salesperson perked up and introduced the models to Song Xinran: "These are all the models you requested. Feel free to take a look."
Song Xinran immediately took a liking to the silver-gray one, but when she went over and saw the price was 1399, she thought to herself that the most beautiful one is indeed the most expensive.
Song Xinran interrupted directly: "Which company makes this pressure reducing valve? What is its rated outlet pressure? What types of gas sources is it compatible with?"
The salesperson was completely stunned, thinking that this hadn't been mentioned during the training, and her tone softened slightly: "Miss, could you say that again?"
Song Xinran said, "Where is the instruction manual? I'll read it myself."
The salesperson put on a stern face: "The instruction manual comes with the water heater; you can't look at it before you buy it!"
Song Xinran almost laughed in anger, her face cold as she said, "According to the Consumer Rights Protection Law, consumers have the right to request businesses to provide information on product specifications, instruction manuals, and after-sales service. This is supposed to be a large store, yet you're blatantly violating the law. Luckily, I know the Market Supervision Bureau very well; why don't you come with me?"①
The salesman's eyes widened. He had been in this business for several years and had dealt with countless customers, but he had never encountered anyone who could recite legal provisions so directly.
Seeing Song Xinran's serious expression and unapproachable demeanor, he panicked. He could tell at a glance that this person was knowledgeable and not easily fooled, so he quickly handed over the instruction manual and other materials to Song Xinran.
Song Xinran took it with a cold face and carefully looked through it.
The salesperson breathed a sigh of relief when she stopped talking. After a while, he couldn't help but mutter to himself, "She knows so much about this. Could she be from the supervisory bureau?"
Song Xinran, with her sharp ears, overheard this. She closed the instruction manual, slapped it on the table, turned around and gave the salesperson a half-smile, saying casually, "Last time I came with my colleagues, we didn't have those old products."
The salesperson froze, his mind racing: last time, colleague, goods...
The market supervision bureau inspected the home appliance store just last week. The salesperson was there, and the owner came out, bowing and scraping. The store's stock was indeed all new, and the old flue-type or direct-vent type appliances that should have been phased out were all put into the warehouse.
However, the group of five or six people were all wearing uniforms. The salesperson had forgotten their specific appearances, but when she saw Song Xinran now, she noticed that her gaze swept over the items in the store, with a hint of pickiness in her eyes. Looking at the child, who was sitting obediently to the side, she didn't seem shy at all. It was clear that she was not an ordinary person who knew nothing.
Recalling the scene, the salesperson looked at Song Xinran carefully and became increasingly shocked. The more she looked at her, the more she seemed to resemble a colleague from the supervisory bureau.
At this moment, the salesman was filled with regret. How could he have been so blind as to not recognize the person!
If the boss finds out that he was actually selling outdated products in front of the supervisory bureau, their store will definitely have to make changes again, and the boss will probably fire him!
The salesperson's expression shifted rapidly as he frantically tried to salvage the situation, when suddenly he heard Song Xinran say something that sounded like heavenly music:
How much does this one cost?
Asking about prices means there's still room for negotiation. The supervisors weren't in uniform today, so maybe they want to buy something!
The salesperson immediately understood and smiled ingratiatingly: "I'll give you the employee price, nine hundred!"
This is the absolute bottom price. The salesperson doesn't get any commission, and they have to be an employee for more than a year. Plus, there's a limit of two units per customer!
But now he couldn't care less about his commission; he just wanted to appease the big shot in front of him as soon as possible, so that he would never come looking for trouble in his clothes again!
Song Xinran raised an eyebrow slightly: "Will you still send the shower head?"
The salesperson grinned from ear to ear: "It's free, of course!"
When Song Xinran signed the payment, she casually said, "Deliver it to this address in Lingde Town. If my mom asks, just say it cost two or three hundred."
With just a casual remark, the salesperson thought much more: the person from the market supervision bureau must live in the city and be buying the water heater for his mother. He quickly replied, "Okay, okay, comrade, you're so filial! This water heater from our store is the safest; it will definitely be great for the elderly!"
They didn't even mention the transportation cost.
Song Xinran hummed in agreement, paid the bill, took the receipt, and left. The water heater would be delivered and installed by a transport company the next day.
The salesperson bowed and scraped as he saw Song Xinran out of the store. Watching her departing figure, he couldn't help but wipe the sweat from his forehead, thinking to himself that he had finally gotten rid of this big shot. He had to tell the installer to install it properly and not to try anything funny, because he couldn't afford to offend this person!
After walking a short distance, Song Xinran couldn't help but laugh.
Unexpectedly, she also heard Song Yu exhale. She looked at the little boy in surprise: "What's wrong with Xiao Yu?"
Song Yu said, "Mom was really angry just now."
Song Xinran smiled slightly: "Is Xiao Yu scared?"
Song Yu shook his head. He had also kept a serious expression on his face when his mother was angry, but now he smiled and said, "Mom, I'm not afraid if you're not angry with me."
He was young and couldn't express himself in complex sentences, but Song Xinran knew what he meant. She wasn't angry with him, so she wasn't afraid.
Song Xinran laughed and said, "Xiao Yu is so smart. Mom is angry because the uncle who was selling things just now tried to cheat us."
Song Yu pursed her lips: "That's terrible!"
"Now let's go look at the piggy bank."
Song Yu's eyes lit up when she heard this: "Mom remembers!"
Song Xinran said gently, "Mom will remember everything she promised Xiaoyu."
Finally, the two bought a rather high-end, locked piggy bank shaped like a lucky cat at the department store for 12 yuan.
This piggy bank was much bigger than the ones in town. Song Yu cherished it and held it in his arms, a smile always on his lips.
Song Xinran also took Song Yu to the bookstore and bought several books: a picture book, a children's book, and a comic book. They spent a total of 28 yuan.
Holding the books, Song Yu couldn't believe it: "Mom, are these all for me?"
Song Xinran nodded: "Yes, Xiao Yu was reading very attentively in the library just now. She can read the new book she bought at home too."
Song Yu counted on her fingers: "Books are so expensive."
He saw his mother give him a lot of ten-yuan bills, each bill was a lot.
Song Xinran said, "Mom and Xiaoyu work hard to earn money just to buy this kind of thing. It doesn't matter if it's expensive, as long as Xiaoyu likes it."
Song Yu nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.
After buying their things, the two strolled around the county town. Song Yu was curious about everything around her. There were so many shops in the town, selling all kinds of things. There were also so many people in the town, with people walking everywhere. The roads were wide and clean, with green trees on both sides and many colorful flowers in the middle of the roundabout.
Song Yuguang felt his eyes were too busy to keep up with everything he saw. Suddenly, he spotted a toy store with several Ultraman doll sets displayed at the entrance. Song Yuguang looked over and paused for a moment.
Song Xinran noticed this and couldn't help but laugh, thinking that Ultraman's appeal to children was already very strong back then.
"Does Xiao Yu want to buy an Ultraman?"
Song Yu shook his head: "Xiao Yang likes it the most."
Song Yu thought, "If Cai Yang were here, he would definitely jump for joy seeing so many Ultraman toys."
Cai Yang's family has one, which his uncle bought for him. Cai Yang loves it so much that he played with the Ultraman's arm until it broke, but he glued it back together and continued playing with it.
Cai Yang treasured it and often showed it off to Song Yu, but he never let Song Yu touch it, saying that Song Yu would break it.
Song Xinran didn't say anything, but led Song Yu into the toy store and bought him a doll.
When Song Xinran placed the doll in Song Yu's hands, she asked softly, "Is it only Xiao Yang who likes it, but Xiao Yu doesn't?"
Song Yu held the doll in both hands, looked up at her with her little face, and said in her childish voice, "I like it a little bit."
But now that he's touched the Ultraman doll, he sees what it looks like.
After shopping, the two returned to Xiangmanyuan Restaurant. After dinner, the same bus took them back to Lingde Town.
Song Xinwen remarked, "Eating at a banquet in the city is truly different. The restaurants are bright and the service is excellent. This afternoon, while I was watching them play mahjong, they even brought us several plates of fruit."
Song Xinran joked, "Sis, how about you treat us to a meal in the city for your thirtieth birthday too?"
Song Xinwen waved his hands repeatedly and lowered his voice to say to her, "Do you know how much this table costs today? I overheard them chatting this afternoon and they said it's 650 per table!"
"Wow, Huang Yun's family is really rich."
"Sister, you two have such a deep conversation, you even know this kind of news." Song Xinran was genuinely impressed. When she had nothing to do in town, Song Xinwen liked to go to teahouses and similar places to sit and chat with others. When she came back, she would tell Song Xinran some gossip. Song Xinran thought she really had a lot of energy.
Song Xinwen waved his hand: "What's the big deal?"
Then she sighed again: "We didn't set up a stall today, and I bet the people next door are laughing their heads off. They might think we were scared off and quit?"
"Don't care what they think, we'll just do what we're supposed to do!"
The next morning, someone knocked on Song Xinran's door; they were there to install a water heater.
The installers were very polite and finished the installation in no time. They even tested it a few times before leaving, making sure everything was in order.
As soon as the person left, Song Xinwen went over, touched it, looked at it, and exclaimed, "This little thing costs nine hundred? That's really expensive!"
Song Xinran laughed and said, "You'll see how convenient it is when you take a shower tonight."
As the two were talking, Ding Sisi, who had just finished school at noon, ran over and shouted as soon as she entered the door, "Aunt Song!"
Song Xinran: "What's wrong?"
Ding Sisi ran out of breath: "My classmates went to buy Bo Bo Chicken yesterday but didn't see you. They were worried that Aunt Song would quit, so they insisted that I come and ask."
Song Xinran chuckled and said, "Didn't Sisi tell them I went to the city yesterday and didn't have time to set up a stall?"
“I told them, but they didn’t believe me,” Ding Sisi said, leaning closer. “Aunt Song, do you know why they’re so worried?”
Seeing the little girl's mysterious expression, Song Xinran also pretended to be very curious: "Why?"
Ding Sisi grinned broadly and said, "They said they'll never eat fried skewers again, hahaha!"
This story begins this morning. When Ding Sisi arrived at class, she found that her deskmate, Du Xue, was late and hadn't arrived by the first period. Ding Sisi panicked and went to find the teacher after class.
The teacher said, "Du Xue is sick and has taken two class periods off."
At first, Ding Sisi thought Du Xue had caught a cold, as many people had caught colds recently due to the drop in temperature. However, Du Xue didn't enter the classroom until just before the third period started, and she plopped down in her seat.
Ding Sisi leaned closer and asked with concern, "What's wrong?"
Du Xue lay on the table: "I ate something bad. My mom took me to get an IV drip again today."
After hearing her story, the students around her understood that Du Xue had been having stomach pains yesterday afternoon. Her mother took her to the town's health center, where the doctor diagnosed her with something unclean and prescribed medication and an IV drip.
Du Xue had diarrhea several times and was so weak that she only felt better after sleeping all night. So this morning, after receiving an IV drip, her mother brought her to school.
The surrounding classmates chattered amongst themselves, "What did you eat? It's so potent!"
"Is it the stall near the school gate? The teachers often say it's unhygienic and tell us not to buy from it."
"Is it Bo Bo Chicken? Lots of people in our class have tried it!"
Ding Sisi was furious when she heard the term "钵钵鸡" (a type of Sichuan-style boiled chicken): "How could that be? I saw Aunt Song make it with my own eyes. She used meat that my mother sells, and it was very clean!"
Yao Xu stood up: "Don't talk nonsense. I'm the person who has eaten the most Bobo Chicken. How come I'm fine!"
When everyone was arguing fiercely, Du Xue finally spoke up: "It's not Bobo Chicken..."
She was a little embarrassed to meet Ding Sisi's gaze: "It should be the fried skewers stall next to the Bobo Chicken."
Because the fried food stall and the pot-boiled chicken were competing for business, Ding Sisi specifically told her good friend not to buy from the fried food stall and to support Aunt Song instead!
But with such a low price, how could Du Xue not be tempted? So, she bought a lot of fried skewers behind Ding Sisi's back these past two days, and had no money left to patronize the Bobo Chicken. Unexpectedly, she got hooked after only eating fried skewers two or three times.
However, Ding Si didn't think about that right now. Hearing Du Xue's words, she straightened her back and said, "Did you hear that? Aunt Song's Bo Bo Chicken is clean, but the fried skewers are not!"
Yao Xu chimed in, "Exactly! I never buy fried skewers!"
However, their homeroom teacher warned them during class not to buy food from roadside stalls, as it was unhygienic. Du Xue from their class, for example, felt unwell after eating food from a roadside stall and had to take leave to receive an IV drip.
Ding Sisi didn't dare to contradict the teacher to her face, but she thought to herself, "Aunt Song's cooking is so hygienic. All the students in her class ate so much of it and were fine. Plus, it tastes really good!"
“Now they don’t want to buy fried skewers anymore, and they keep asking me if Aunt Song will come today since she didn’t set up her stall yesterday,” Ding Sisi said. “My classmates miss you so much.”
Song Xinran smiled and said, "Of course I'll go. I'll just have your classmates buy it."
Ding Sisi happily agreed and ran off to school.
Song Xinran thought that the fried food stall next door had been having a promotion for several days. At their current prices, they definitely wouldn't make much money, and they would even lose some money on labor costs. But the owners were still all smiles and had the energy to mock her for not being able to sell her Bobo Chicken. Could it be that they really did something to the raw materials?
Probably because of the incident where the students at the central primary school got sick from eating something bad, Song Xinran's business improved considerably that afternoon.
The fried food stall next door was still having a lively event, but as soon as the owners saw Song Xinran set up her stall, their cheerful expressions immediately turned sour.
"What bad luck." Xiong Li's lips twitched into a hard, straight line. "Didn't you quit yesterday? Why are you back today?"
Yang Changhai comforted her, "Honey, don't worry, she definitely can't beat us. Our business is several times better than hers!"
Xiong Li said, "Could it be that they're really going to stay right next to us?"
"How could that be!" Yang Changhai exclaimed. "We'll make sure she loses everything!"
But the fried food stall owner's hopes were destined to be dashed. Before evening self-study time even started, Song Xinran's pot-boiled chicken had sold out, and she packed up and went home.
After dinner, Song Xinran led Song Yu in reading and learning to read. Song Xinwen, who had nothing to do, felt a headache coming on when he heard the reading and said, "I'm going out for a walk."
Song Xinwen went to the town's teahouse as soon as he left. It was the most crowded place, where people loved to gather together to chat and gossip about all sorts of things. Song Xinwen found it interesting and quickly joined in.
But as she was talking, someone suddenly walked towards her: "Hey, you're the one who sells Bo Bo Chicken, right?"
The woman who came was in her forties, wearing a rose-red hand-knitted sweater, her curly hair was pinned behind her ears with silver plum blossom hair clips, and she had a happy expression on her face.
Seeing that Song Xinwen looked a little confused, the other person quickly said, "I also have a stall at the entrance of No. 3 Middle School. My husband and I sell fried potatoes!"
Song Xinwen then realized that this person did look somewhat familiar. Since the other person was so enthusiastic, she smiled and replied warmly, "Big sister, it's you! I see your business is so good, how come you still have time to come here to play?"
The older sister's happy expression vanished instantly, and she muttered a complaint: "What's so good about it? They've all been snatched up by those fried skewers these past few days!"
"I thought you'd quit when you didn't come yesterday. I'm so relieved to see you all here today. Your business was so good before, and you've been forced to quit. What are we supposed to do?" The older woman's voice was full of resentment.
Song Xinwen quickly replied, "How could that be? Your business is booming, sister!"
The older woman lowered her voice and said, "Young lady, you haven't been here long. You don't know what kind of promotion the fried food stall has been running. We've been suffering in silence ever since!"
The older sister looked around and whispered in Song Xinwen's ear, "Little sister, we get along well. Let's find a quiet place to talk."
Song Xinwen was also harboring resentment towards the fried food stall, and upon hearing that someone shared his opinion, he quickly nodded: "Okay!"
Once they reached a less crowded area, the woman who fried potatoes finally spoke, her words dripping with complaints. Her stall had been set up in front of the Third Middle School for a long time, the shortest being half a year. Originally, everyone got along well. When there were no customers, they could chat and catch up. If they were short of money, they could borrow from the neighbors. They had a good relationship and had never seen anyone organize any promotions. After all, what kind of promotions could a small stall organize?
As a result, when the fried food stall came up with this move, not only did everyone else lose business, but even their regular customers started asking why they didn't have any promotions. The customers were quite resentful and stopped buying anything.
The stall owners have a lot of grievances they can't express!
Hearing this, Song Xinwen clenched his fist: "Yes, his event has been going on for several days now, and it's packed with students every day. Our business has suffered quite a bit."
"Hey girl," the older woman grabbed Song Xinwen's arm, a mysterious look on her face, "Do you know why the fried food stall can run such a long promotion?"
Song Xinwen asked curiously, "Why?"
The older woman leaned close to her ear and said, "I heard that the cheapest reconstituted meat skewers they sell cost less than five cents to produce! They're all pre-packaged; you just need to open the bag, take them out, and fry them. You don't even need to skewer them yourself!"
Song Xinwen's eyes widened. He knew that their meat skewers cost two cents each, not counting the labor and bamboo skewers. They had to be washed, cooked, cut, and skewered by hand, which was very laborious.
If you calculate it that way, she'll understand why the fried food stall owner can keep running promotions—it's a sure-fire way to make money!
Seeing Song Xinwen's astonished expression, the eldest sister said indignantly, "Hasn't he ruined the reputation of our whole street? We've always used fresh meat!"
Song Xinwen nodded repeatedly, indignantly saying, "Our family is the same!"
The eldest sister said angrily, "That family is really wicked. Not only did they steal our business, but they also did such despicable things. If people find out, they'll be kicked out in a panic!"
Song Xinwen agreed: "Exactly!"
Seeing her like this, the older sister advised her, "Sister, I'm only telling you this because I see you as a reliable person who does business honestly. Don't tell anyone else."
Author's Note: ① Excerpt from the Consumer Rights Protection Law
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