In just a few days, five or six families have come to Wennan.
Wen Nan explained the situation to them and then signed the contract.
They can only supply goods to the Wen family.
Wen Nan plans to take some time to visit shops in the surrounding counties, buy a few cheap ones, open a business, and see how it goes.
If nothing unexpected happens, the chain stores in Wennan are doing very well, bringing huge profits to the First Money Shop.
Then, the election of the leader will take place two months later.
Wennan is almost certainly going to be included.
Wen Nan proceeded steadily and cautiously, while Wen Zhongxin, who had barely recovered from a thousand years of life, almost collapsed again.
Some are happy, some are sad.
Wen Zhongxin was deeply affected; his eyes were dark-rimmed.
Grandma Wen next to her wasn't much better off; in just a few days, she became completely dejected. She had lost all trace of the air of a nouveau riche.
Old Mrs. Wen sat down beside Wen Zhongxin's bed.
"What should we do?" Wen Zhongxin's face showed a pained expression.
Wennan's advance was so fierce that it didn't even give Wenzhongxin a chance to catch its breath.
Wen Zhongxin also wanted to retaliate, but he really couldn't think of any other good ideas.
Wen Nan has a good business sense, which is very similar to her mother.
Wen Zhongxin has tried his best to maintain the Wen family's status, but after so many years, there has been no progress.
To be honest... Wen Nan did bring new business to the money shop... if nothing goes wrong.
This year, the No. 1 money shop in Wennan Jiangnan is sure to double its profits compared to previous years.
But... this is also what frightens Wen Zhongxin.
With Wen Nan coming on so aggressively, is it really going to be taken away after only four years of hard work managing the household?
Wen Jinzhong was unwilling. Having tasted the benefits of being in charge and the respect he commanded, how could he easily relinquish the position?
"Mother, what should we do?" Wen Zhongxin covered his eyes with his hands.
He was at a loss.
Grandma Wen slammed her cane against the ground, her face, already lined with wrinkles, filled with gloom.
She gritted her teeth.
"My son, I never told you this before, but now I'm telling you, money can make the devil turn the millstone." Old Mrs. Wen sneered.
Wen Zhongxin's pale face gradually regained its senses.
“What does Mother mean…” Wen Zhongxin asked in a low voice.
Grandma Wen snorted coldly, "It's either her or me who dies."
Wen Zhongxin nodded blankly.
...
The next morning, Wen Nan sent Lu Yanqing and the other two to the academy.
Lu Yanqing is really unlucky right now; even drinking cold water can cause him to choke. So Wen Nan will have to stick close to Lu Yanqing sooner or later.
Otherwise, if Wen Nan weren't around, Lu Yanqing would have been in trouble again.
Wen Nan took a break and went to the neighboring county with Manager Feng.
They called for a horse-drawn carriage.
The carriage moved slowly through the bustling crowd.
Manager Feng lifted the curtain and looked at the crowd nearby.
“Young Miss, I’ve looked around. There are a lot of people here. Opening a shop here… seems like a good idea.” Manager Feng had already done his research beforehand.
Manager Feng truly lives up to his reputation as an old hand who used to work with Shen Qing; he handles everything with impeccable skill.
Wen Nan did not hold back in praising, "Manager Feng is indeed very thoughtful. With your help, I can achieve twice the result with half the effort."
The teenage girl had a smile in her eyes, and her clearly youthful face carried a maturity that was different from that of ordinary people.
Manager Feng looked at the face that resembled Shen Qing's somewhat.
His eyes were slightly red.
“After the lady passed away, Miss suffered greatly.” Steward Feng’s voice choked with emotion.
He was originally a poor man who had fallen on hard times and ended up on the streets. It was his wife who took him in, taught him to read and write, and taught him to read account books.
His wife was not only a benefactor who recognized his talent, but also a benefactor who gave him a new lease on life.
Without his wife, he would have starved to death on some street corner long ago.
So... before Madam left, her biggest worry was the eldest young lady, but the eldest young lady is very different now than before.
Manager Feng thought that his wife in heaven would probably be pleased.
It's just that the young lady suffered during her growth and transformation.
Wen Nan lowered her eyes and smiled faintly, "Manager Feng, this is nothing."
The more casually the woman described it, the more Manager Feng felt that Wen Nan had worked hard.
After all, who could change so drastically, as if their bones had been stripped bare?
But Manager Feng had no idea that the arrogant and willful Wen Nan had long since left.
With the help of Manager Feng, Wen Nan also had some assets and quickly settled the matter, visiting two shops in just one morning.
When they returned to Jiangnan City, it was already noon. Wen Nan took Steward Feng to a food stall.
When walking there, it was crowded with people. An old lady was squeezed in a group of people and looked like she was about to lose her footing.
Wen Nan saw this and stepped forward to support the old lady's arm.
The old woman, who was about to be pushed and fall, steadied herself instantly. She turned around and saw a kind old woman.
The old lady looked at Wen Nan, her eyes slightly red and her lips almost parted, but in the end she didn't say a word.
Wen Nan didn't notice the old lady's strange expression. She pushed through the crowded people beside her, making a path, and pulled the old lady out.
"Grandma, it's so crowded here. If you need to do something, have your family come with you." Wen Nan pulled the old lady to the wall, where there were fewer people.
It was midday, and the streets were bustling with activity, with restaurants packed with people.
The old woman looked at Wen Nan, her hands trembling slightly as she concealed them in her sleeves.
"Thank you, young lady." The old lady's voice was tinged with a barely perceptible sob.
"No need," Wen Nan replied.
"I will definitely send someone to reward you handsomely, young lady." The old lady composed herself. Her temples were gray, but her hair was neatly combed. She wore ordinary clothes, but she still exuded a certain dignity.
She wore a single jade hairpin in her hair, which shimmered with a warm luster under the sunlight.
It's obvious at a glance that it's no ordinary product.
"No need." Wen Nan frowned. It was just helping someone cross the street; a generous reward? There was no need for that.
Manager Feng waved from behind, calling out, "Young Miss! Young Miss!"
Wen Nan turned around and saw Steward Feng.
There were many people around, and Manager Feng was talking to Wen Nan when he suddenly turned around and couldn't see Wen Nan anymore.
Wen Nan turned around and asked, "Will your family members be coming over later?"
After receiving an affirmative answer from the woman, Wen Nan left.
Wen Nan and Manager Feng had just left a short while ago.
A young man came looking for them.
"Grandmother, please don't wander off, okay? I'm having trouble finding you!" the man complained softly, but stepped forward to help the old lady. The man, dressed in a black brocade robe, was clearly wealthy and noble.
"So alike..." The old lady stood there, watching Wen Nan's retreating figure and murmured.
"What do you mean by 'like'?" the man asked again.
“I saw a girl who looks exactly like your aunt. Do you think… she is…” The old man’s eyes were red.
Her voice trembled slightly, as if she was eager to succeed, and she grabbed the hand of the young man next to her, her fingers shaking.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com