Chapter 149 Soul Issues

The goods were fully stocked, employees had been recruited, and the store opened soon.

Business after opening has been better than Tang Yuan expected. Originally, it was already halfway through winter, and she thought that the thousands of sweaters on hand would not be so easy to sell. However, based on the current sales situation, all the sweaters in the store will surely be sold out before this winter is over.

When the sales are high, the store can sell more than 30 pieces a day. If calculated based on this quantity, all of them can be sold out in a month.

The prices of sweaters vary, but the average is about $100 per piece. So if all the sweaters were sold, Tang Yuan would get $100,000.

"After this batch of sweaters are sold, will you sell woolen knitted products next?" Xue Shiqi asked.

"We don't sell knitwear. Since it's a clothing store, we naturally sell clothes. As for what kind of clothes to sell, I'll bring them to you," Tang Yuan said. "The quality won't be too bad. As long as we can maintain this profit, the store can continue."

The studio in Hong Kong is doing good business now, but with the addition of my grandparents, we still have a bit more clothing in stock, so we can bring them here to sell.

As for the price of clothes, for people who have lived in the United States or Hong Kong for a long time, based on the monthly salary of the two places, selling clothes for 100 yuan here is almost the same as selling clothes for 100 yuan in Hong Kong.

But for someone like Tang Yuan who travels around everywhere, she still habitually converts the money. She always thinks that a piece of clothing sold here for 100 US dollars would be about 500 Hong Kong dollars in Hong Kong. If it is 200 US dollars, that would be 1,000 Hong Kong dollars, which is about the same price as the clothes usually sold in the studio. Therefore, even if she sells custom-made and independently designed clothes, she can still make money.

"I was mistaken," Xue Shiqi said embarrassedly, "I was like this in Hong Kong before, and I forgot that I could sell other clothes. Oh, the design and production you mentioned before..."

"It's the same. If you have a new design that needs to be produced, I can help you find a OEM," Tang Yuan said with a smile, "I think your classmates should be willing to do it."

"Yes, they will definitely be willing." Xue Shiqi nodded with a smile.

Not long after Xue Shiqi conveyed her idea, she indeed brought back a stack of design drawings. However, the owner of these designs did not intend to sell them, but only wanted to make them and keep them as a souvenir.

Of course, fashion designers also have the ability to make clothes, but not everyone can produce their designs.

But this didn't matter to Tang Yuan. She just collected the money. It didn't matter whether it was sold to customers or designers. She made money anyway.

After bringing the design drawings back, the in-laws and their family quickly started working on the project.

Today, they already know how to design clothes. Even if they have just received a design drawing, they can know where to start and what materials to use after just taking a few glances at it.

As for the landlady and other elderly people, they are still making hair bands.

This thing is not difficult to sell. Even though Zheng Man and Mona are not doing this business now, Tang Yuan quickly found several jewelry stores in Country M that have long needed this kind of product. The price is one dollar each, and as long as she takes the initiative to look for them, there will be no store that does not need it. After all, for them, this is extra profit.

Earning one dollar and selling three to five dollars, you can make money as long as you keep a spot in the store, so why not do it?

Thinking of this, Tang Yuan walked up to the old landlady, counted out the hair ties that had been made in the past few days, and put the money in everyone's hands.

It was at this moment that she pulled the old landlady away and told her that if she wanted to buy back the house in the future, she could tell her about it at any time.

"No, no, I don't need it," the old lady shook her head. "I'm alone, and that small room is enough for me. I'll be here during the day, chatting and laughing with everyone, so please don't leave."

As she spoke, she took Tang Yuan's hand.

Tang Yuan suddenly realized what she was worried about and smiled, "I don't mean anything else. I don't plan to move out in the short term. I just want to tell you in advance. After all, this house is yours."

"Forget it," the old lady shook her head again, "I haven't lived in this house for long, so I'll give it to you. Now I can have a job like this and save some money, which is great."

The old lady subconsciously grabbed some Tang Garden.

"I promise you that you can still make money by posting social media messages here," Tang Yuan said seriously.

Not to mention now, even in the future, she can still make money by making hair bands. Even if she doesn't make much, it's still money. Even if she doesn't make money, she won't spend much, and she won't suffer too much loss.

Seeing that the old lady was unwilling to buy back, she didn't say anything more and just told them to do their work with peace of mind.

Afterwards, he took the clothes made by his parents-in-law and placed them in the next room, then went out with the wool.

Be it clothes, hair ties, or sweaters, these handicrafts are all the same. The quantity itself is not large, and she has several stores on hand, so she can consume them all.

As she was walking towards the scrapyard, she suddenly realized something and turned around.

"Oh, you two are here together?"

Tang Yuan blinked and looked at Shen Wenyu who was standing at the door of the scrap yard not far away.

"What's wrong? Aren't you two good friends? Do you need me to introduce you to each other?"

"I just didn't expect to meet her here," Tang Yuan smiled, "She didn't tell me she was coming."

"I'm here to find some books." "Tang Yuan" spoke.

The person he met this time was not someone else, but "Tang Yuan" controlled by the system intelligence. The two should not have met. At least in Tang Yuan's mind, she should have known about their meeting, instead of a sudden encounter like now.

This caught her off guard, and seemed to have caused "Tang Garden" to crash, so she only said this slowly at this moment.

"Yes, she came to find some books. You two are a bit alike," Shen Wenyu said with a smile, moving closer to Tang Yuan. "But she came to find real books, unlike you, who came to find something else under the guise of borrowing books."

Tang Yuan laughed: "What book is she looking for?"

"A lot, but mostly machinery-related," Shen Wenyu said, shaking her head. "I don't understand those things. They were piled there before and no one looked at them. She came to look for them a lot, but she works in a machinery factory and gets paid every month, so she doesn't have to worry about running out of money. Why don't you find her a job?"

"She has to go to school and is busy. The salary from the machinery factory is enough for her to use." Tang Yuan said casually.

She never thought about making money, after all, these aliases belonged to all of them, and her money belonged to all of them. If she had tens of thousands in savings, it meant that the aliases also had tens of thousands in savings.

However, since "Tang Yuan" was controlled by intelligence and had to go to school, she hardly used this body to do business. She just left a box of money at her residence, totaling dozens of yuan, mainly for daily expenses.

Or maybe she had never used this body to do business before. After all, she had to stay in the machinery factory all the time, and it was really inconvenient for her to go out.

but……

Tang Yuan looked at "Tang Yuan" who was squatting among the bookshelves and picking out books, and frowned slightly.

Is the intelligent control too real?

She always had a feeling that a soul was gradually emerging from this body.

Or maybe... that soul is the soul of the original owner?

"Wait for her to leave? She doesn't know either?" Shen Wenyu asked in a low voice.

"I don't know much about it. It's okay. Wait until she finishes choosing the books," Tang Yuan said. "It doesn't matter even if she knows. Let's talk about another thing, the things you left with me before."

She was talking about the discarded calligraphy and painting scrolls that had been collected over the past few years, not the batch of antiques.

The batch that was confirmed to be antiques had already been handed over to Shen Wenyu, but as the number of the calligraphy and painting scrolls was too large and it was impossible to tell whether they were antiques or not, they remained in Tang Yuan's hands.

"I'll give them all to you." Shen Wenyu said.

"How can that be possible?"

"I'll give it to you. I don't need it. Besides, those are what you wanted in the first place," Shen Wenyu waved his hand. "The antiques we bought before are enough. We can't have more. Besides, I don't know much. If I buy them back and they get damaged, that would be bad. Don't mention that in the future. I won't know anything about it."

"Sister Shen..."

"We are talking to each other, no need to be polite. Besides, according to the price of antiques in the past two years, I have not lost anything. You also hired me to do things for you, which made me earn a lot of money," Shen Wenyu said with a low laugh. "After all, this matter has nothing to do with me. Anyway, my family doesn't know about it, so let it be."

After she said this, Tang Yuan stopped refusing and nodded: "Okay, I won't say such things anymore in the future."

Shen Wenyu nodded.

At this time, "Tang Yuan" came over, and Shen Wenyu immediately stepped forward to weigh the books for her. A few books were only a few cents.

After finishing her calculations, she walked out with the book in her arms, and suddenly looked up.

Tang Yuan kept watching her leaving.

"What's wrong? Did you two really have a fight?"

"No, we just haven't been in touch for a while. Relationships between people are always like this. If there is not enough contact, the feelings will decline. This is a very normal thing." Tang Yuan came back to his senses, "Let's settle the accounts now. I should stock up on some sweaters this time."

"Yes, yes, yes. Come here and let's do the math."

Shen Wenyu immediately took out a large bag of sweaters from the corner and appraised the price of each sweater with her one by one. The price of each sweater would be slightly different, but it would not affect everyone's monthly salary of at least more than 30 yuan.

When settling the accounts, Tang Yuan was distracted for a moment, but she was still able to control "Tang Yuan".

Simply put, as long as she wants, she can appear in that body at any time and let that body be controlled by her without any obstacles.

But she kind of trusts her intuition.

To take a step back, if it was really as she thought, the soul of the original owner, then the body would naturally be returned to the soul of the original owner. In that case, what about her?

"Xiaofang? You don't look good today."

"I suddenly thought of something else," Tang Yuan smiled and took out his wallet. "I am listening to what you said. I will calculate it according to this price."

It doesn't matter. If it really is the soul of the original owner, then return it to the original owner.

At least Xiaofang's body was generated by the system.

One hundred percent hers.