Song Ruan curled her lips into a smile, her almond-shaped eyes gleaming with confidence.
"Don't worry about the materials or the sugar. Doesn't Yang Bin know someone who sells grain? So I used him to exchange the grain I had stored for a lot of these miscellaneous items."
Song Ruan didn't tell her family about the space, so she could only find an excuse.
Yang Bin continued to nod in cooperation.
Song Wu's eyes suddenly lit up.
“If we really have the ingredients to make these non-perishable foods, then we can sell them in many places besides the black market.
I have learned before that many factories now buy a lot of welfare products for their employees from the black market. So, can we try to sell them to the factories? I can talk to the factories. "
Song Wu's face was full of excitement and he was eager to try.
Song Ruan praised her second brother generously for his enthusiasm and ability to draw inferences in this area.
"Yes, your idea is certainly possible. Second brother, you really have some ideas in this regard, you are so amazing! How can my second brother be so smart!"
Song Ruan praised him non-stop, and Song Wu felt a little elated.
"I just happened to learn about this a while ago, and I kept it in mind. It's not something I came up with on my own."
"But many people know this kind of thing. Not everyone can apply it. You are really awesome, brother!"
Song Wu was a little overwhelmed by the praise.
At this time, Song Wen next to him raised a practical question.
"If we really want to do it, we must first find the factory's logistics procurement. If we don't know the people, the factory probably won't let us in."
A bowl of cold water immediately cooled Song Wu's dizzy head.
Song Wu thought for a moment, and then said, "If we can't get into the factory, then we can talk to him when the factory's purchasing agent comes out to buy the goods."
Song Wen nodded: "Even if we wait and see, we may not necessarily encounter it. But, if there is no other way, we can try this method."
Hearing their discussion, Yang Bin, who was cooperating leisurely on the side, put down his teacup and spoke at the right time.
"If you want to find a factory to purchase from, I know a few and can introduce you to them, but I can't guarantee that they will buy your food. You have to negotiate on your own."
"Of course!" Song Wu stood up excitedly.
"But, will this have any impact on you?"
"You already call me your brother-in-law. We are a family and there is no need to be so polite. I am just recommending. Whether the deal is successful or not is up to both of you. It will not have any impact on me."
Yang Bin's words made everyone's eyes focus on him.
Song Wen thought a lot and felt lucky that his sister was pretty and was becoming more and more outstanding.
Otherwise, with Yang Bin's outstanding abilities, there will probably be many admirers who will come to him in the future.
Don’t talk about what Yang Bin did or who he knows.
Take the people in the village for example. Those men who used to look down on Yang Bin for his low status have now become his brothers.
The women who used to look down on Yang Bin's family now regret not introducing their own children to him.
This is enough to show that Yang Bin is slowly getting better and will definitely do well in the future.
What's more, he knew how outstanding Yang Bin was in school before the special period.
Song Wu had no idea of his elder brother's thoughts.
After his worries were put to rest, he began to urge Song Ruan impatiently.
"Little sister, please teach me how to make those dishes now!"
As he spoke, he pulled Song Ruan's arm and shook it a few times.
Song Ruan: “…” There’s no need to be so anxious.
The tough guy's coquettish behavior was really eye-catching, and Song Wen no longer had any worries.
"You big, strong fool, are you trying to break your little sister's arm or something?"
Song's mother took Wu Lei up the mountain. When she came back, she saw her son looking like a village dog, happily shaking his petite sister, so she couldn't help but scold him.
Song Wu was scolded so much that he quickly let go and scratched his head: "Hehehe."
With Song Wu's silly smile, the atmosphere became relaxed.
Everyone continued to discuss the next arrangements and details, and even Song's mother came over and sat down.
Song Ruan was particularly happy to see that her family members were working so hard and unitedly for their business.
If this foundation is laid, then we can wait for the notification from above to invest in building a factory.
Then her family can turn these foods into their own brand.
Yang Bin was also in a good mood.
He found that as they spent more time together, his love for her not only did not diminish, but became stronger and stronger.
For example, now, she is particularly charming as she helps her family sort out their thoughts step by step and leads their ideas forward.
However, in the next few days, Yang Bin no longer thought so.
Song Ruan asked Song Wu to write a plan for this action, and then let everyone in the family read it, comment on it, and add their own ideas.
Moreover, after writing it once, she wrote a new one based on the shortcomings pointed out by everyone and continued to circulate it.
So, these days, after finishing her homework at school, she also had to look at some extra planning book, and she always went to bed very late.
That evening.
Yang Bin watched Xiao Lei fall asleep before helping him turn off the lights and going to take a shower.
When he finished taking a shower and returned to the room, Song Ruan was still sitting at the desk writing and drawing.
Yang Bin stood at the door for a while and found that his wife was concentrating on what was happening at hand and did not notice him.
He raised his eyebrows slightly and walked over.
Song Ruan tilted her head, glanced at the man who was walking over, and said, "You go to sleep first, I'll be busy later."
After saying that, he turned back and continued to focus on what was in front of him.
Yang Bin glanced at the plan on the table and couldn't help but complain.
Song Wu's handwriting is quite ugly. Is it as beautiful as his?
"Wife, do you think I have gained weight recently?"
The man's voice was deliberately slowed down, making it seem a little seductive.
Song Ruan looked up and saw that he was standing next to her, very close to her, and he was lifting the hem of her clothes around her abdomen.
"Look, has my belly gotten fatter?"
The eight-pack abs have gleaming muscle bumps, which show how explosive they are.
"Not fat, just the same as before." Song Ruan replied.
Seeing that she wanted to continue looking at that crappy plan, Yang Bin quickly grabbed her hand and pressed it on his waist.
"Is it really the same as before? Touch it first."
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