Author: Xixingxing

"Sister, I'll say something to you with my heart."

He was about to arrive at the family yard before. Ling Yue was worried that a child would run out, so she slowed down her car and said, "I may not be able to sell fruits in the future. If you think this business can be done, you can take it."

"You just sell according to my model. Although it is harder, I can guarantee that you will earn more every month than Xiaonian. As for how much you earn, it depends on how you operate."

Huang Guixiang flatly refused and said, "Xiaoyue, why did you have this kind of thought? I told you before that even if I am willing, my Xiaonian will definitely not let me steal your business."

"This is different." Ling Yue explained, "I don't want to do this industry anymore, and you have followed me for so long and have some understanding of this industry. It's time for you to do it alone."

"No," Huang Guixiang said angrily, "Who do you think of me as? The better your business, the happier I will be. I have never been jealous."

“…”

Ling Yue looked at her blushing face and knew that she could not persuade her for a few words, so she had to change her way: "Sister Huang, what you mean is that as long as Xiaonian agrees, you are willing to do it alone, right?"

Huang Guixiang glared at her: "I am stupid and I believe it's right. I think Xiaonian is right. If you have helped our family so much, I can't do anything to be sorry for you."

"Okay, I understand. Xiaonian and the others are about to get off work, so let's go and cook first."

Huang Guixiang helped Ling Yue move the goods upstairs. Ling Yue sighed after watching her go out.

She really doesn't know what to do with Huang Guixiang.

Huang Guixiang's mind was just a piece of divine, and she never thought that even if she didn't do it, Qingpu City was so big, it would be no problem to have ten more fruit sellers.

Nowadays, everyone is poor, and the country's policies are being relaxed step by step, and the prospects are bright.

Ling Yue remembers it very clearly that in October this year, the great man put forward the slogan "Let some people get rich first, and bring wealth first and then wealth", and he was also responding to the call.

Ling Yue took a few leftover fruits and went to Zhaodi's house to bring Tongtong back, assign her homework before she started cooking.

When Wang Zhaoyang came back, he saw that the prepared food was placed on the table, while Ling Yue was guarding Tongtong and writing the word "Rain".

Ling Yue felt that she had obsessive-compulsive disorder, especially when it came to writing about Tongtong, which made her feel even more serious.

As long as Tongtong has not written a word well, she will ask her to write more and practice more.

In the past two days, Tongtong has already written her name neatly.

It's just neat and can't be very beautiful.

"Dad is back."

Tongtong, who was writing, saw Wang Zhaoyang coming back, shouted excitedly and was about to pounce on him.

"What are you doing!" Ling Yue glared at her and raised her voice: "Even if Dad comes back, you have to finish writing this line. When will we start dinner?"

Immediately, she saw tears rolling in Tongtong's eyes, and she still said ruthlessly: "Put my tears back. You are already a big child, so you can't cry when you move."

Wang Zhaoyang stepped forward and looked at her, touched her head and comforted her, "Be good at Tongtong, there are only four words in this line. Write quickly, and after writing, we can go to have a meal."

After saying that, he glanced at the packs of unsold goods in the room.

"Huh, what is this?"

In front of the child, Ling Yue just said vaguely: "I went to the university with Sister Huang today to set up a stall, and the business is pretty good."

"Didn't you say that Qingpu University will not start until the 20th? Why did it pass today?"

"They did start school on the 20th, but now some students arrive first. I'll go to try the waters today." As she said that, she took out a homework book and handed it over, "I can't read, you can't read these students for Niannian.

What else do you want.”

Wang Zhaoyang opened the book and saw that there were several kinds of things written on it.

For example, 2-8B pencils, sketch paper, drawing boards, and easels are obviously written by students majoring in art.

For example, reference books such as "English-Chinese Dictionary" and "Modern Chinese Dictionary".

For example, there are a lot of messy things such as scarves, stockings, handkerchiefs, etc.

Wang Zhaoyang looked at the book and couldn't help but smile and said, "Why are there still tapes? What are the messes of "Taking Tiger Mountain in Strategy", "Making the Heavenly Palace", and "Making the Pot".

Ling Yue said, "I got in the tape today."

Before Wang Zhaoyang could ask questions, she took the initiative to say, "I am walking outside every day. Although I am illiterate, I can hear a song called "My Chinese Heart" every day. I happened to meet it in the market today, so I entered.

Seventy boxes, they sold quite well.”

Wang Zhaoyang's heart moved and looked at her incredible.

Ling Yue rarely uses "selling well" to talk about her business.

Even when she sold fruits on the first day, she just said that she had bought less goods and was inexperienced.

"Can you reveal if you gained a lot today?"

Ling Yue smiled at the corner of her mouth, and did not answer his question, but looked at Tongtong's words and said unhappily: "Tongtong, I haven't read you for a while, why did you write this wrong again?"

After dinner, she took a shower and asked her to rest, Ling Yue took out her bag and poured the money on the table in annoyance.

She said to Wang Zhaoyang happily: "Tell you the truth, today I sold the tape alone for 700 yuan."

Wang Zhaoyang's mouth twitched. What a good guy, he sold it for 700 yuan a day. Is this the lazy and greedy Ling Xiaoyue he knew?

"I made 445 yuan just for the tape."

Wang Zhaoyang just picked up the cup and wanted to drink water, but he couldn't help it and sprayed all the water out.

——There was only shock left in his eyes.

Ling Yue glared at him angrily and continued, "This is not anything else. Fortunately, I took Sister Huang with me, otherwise I would be too busy alone."

Wang Zhaoyang didn't care about drinking water, so he put the water cup on the table, "So, you made at least 500 yuan today?"

"It should be more than that." Ling Yue pointed to the goods in the room and said, "I just counted the remaining things. I can't write. Please help me calculate."

Ling Yue still cares about the fact that Ling Xiaoyue is illiterate. Even in front of Wang Zhaoyang, she still wants to pretend.

As for how long it takes to be installed, it depends on how you learn at night school in September.

Fearing that he would forget it, Ling Yue opened everything in the room.

"I'll tell you one, remember one."

"The homework books are 500, five cents a book, and I sell them for one cent. There are still 342 books here."

"There are 120 pencils in a large box, and college students can't use them, so they basically didn't move much."

"A box of ten pens, two boxes of fifty yuan, and each is sold for five yuan, and there are six more."

"Fifty towels are 50 cents a day, and one is sold for one piece, and there are twelve ones here."

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"Oh, by the way, there are sixteen thermos one, all sold out. The purchase price is 32 per piece, and each one is sold for three yuan."
Chapter completed!