Mother Shen was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and quickly put down her sewing work.
"Ouch! It's all your fault. If you kept pestering me with these useless questions, I would have forgotten to cook. Chenchen, don't worry, the meal will be ready soon."
Shen's mother quickly walked to the kitchen to get busy. Ruan Qingyue didn't care about what Shen's mother said and continued to do what she should do.
However, Shen Chaochen pulled up a stool and sat aside, looking at Ruan Qingyue for a long time.
This girl is really smart. What a pity, her family is like that!
Ruan Qingyue was minding her sewing. When she looked up, she saw Shen Chaochen staring at her in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.
"Brother Chen, what are you looking at?"
Ruan Qingyue woke up Shen Chaochen all of a sudden. Shen Chaochen was a little embarrassed and quickly turned his attention to the goods.
"I'm thinking that making these bags of yours is very simple. It won't be long before someone starts to imitate them. What will you do then?"
The question raised by Shen Chaochen was something Ruan Qingyue had thought about a long time ago. This kind of thing was not a problem at all for Ruan Qingyue.
"I will make other things to sell then! I guess I can only sell them today and tomorrow."
Ruan Qingyue said it easily, but Shen Chaochen felt that this was about to lose a good opportunity to make money.
"Isn't it a pity?"
Ruan Qingyue lowered her head and continued making bags, shaking her head repeatedly.
"I am producing new products here, making things that are not available on the market. I have made most of the profits, and I will let others earn the small profits. Otherwise, I will become a public enemy. Why bother to hold on to this small profit? If you don't let it go, you will end up with enemies all over the market."
Ruan Qingyue was still relaxed when talking about these, and the movements of her hands were not slow at all.
"How is your school going? Is there any news?"
Ruan Qingyue changed the subject, still thinking about making more money to prepare for her own business.
"Not yet, I plan to go to school in a few days."
Speaking of this, Shen Chaochen's face darkened, and his delicate brows showed a little worry.
"Brother Chen, you have to think about these things in advance so that you don't suffer a loss when you get to school."
After Ruan Qingyue finished speaking, Shen Chaochen became completely quiet, not knowing what he was thinking.
After dinner, Ruan Qingyue went out carrying all the goods in her hands. When she arrived at the overpass, the lady selling socks next to her had already arrived. In addition to the socks on the stall, there was also a bag full of goods behind her.
"Sister, why are you here? The guests will be served soon, let me help you."
Ruan Qingyue just smiled and nodded, and the two people quickly set up the stall. As soon as they finished their work, the bag of goods was placed in front of Ruan Qingyue.
"These are the bags I made overnight. Take a look at them."
The eldest sister was very excited and her eyes were filled with anticipation.
Ruan Qingyue just checked briefly and found that the quality was acceptable. Occasionally there were a few bags with small flaws, which was not a problem.
"Very good. Place your bag here and we'll settle the bill together when the stall closes in the afternoon."
As soon as Ruan Qingyue finished speaking, several girls came running over, with the clear purpose of looking for the crocheted bags on the stall.
"Boss, how do you sell this bag?"
"This is so beautiful!"
"I love this!"
These girls immediately surrounded the small stall, chattering for a long time, and settled the deal for thirteen yuan a bag. Each girl left the stall carrying a bag.
The price here is dozens of dollars at a time, and the nearby stalls are so jealous that they want to go over and snatch all the business back.
Soon, girls one after another came to buy bags. The eldest sister next to her didn't even care about her own stall and helped Ruan Qingyue with the work. In addition to bags, she also sold a lot of knickknacks on the stall.
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There was no rest all morning, and all the people who came were old girls and young wives. Seeing that it was noon, Ruan Qingyue breathed a sigh of relief.
"Today is the day that sells the most. Don't make so many bags anymore. It's okay to make a few bags on the go, but you can't make too many because they will be too heavy in your hands to get out."
Ruan Qingyue saw her eldest sister's excitement and quickly warned her.
"Okay, okay, I listen to you. I'm going to buy lunch. I'm going to eat meat buns today."
The sock seller ran away happily and came back after selling a total of six meat buns. She gave three to Ruan Qingyue. Instead, she took one bun and ate the steamed buns.
"Sister, look! There will be many people selling crochet bags on this street tomorrow, almost exactly like ours."
Ruan Qingyue smiled and didn't take this matter seriously at all.
The eldest sister was worried and a little discouraged.
"What can we do! Such a good business must be divided up by others, otherwise we can make a lot of money."
Ruan Qingyue laughed immediately after hearing this.
"Sister, isn't this a normal thing? We have already made a lot of money, so just do our own business well. If they want to fight, just fight!"
Ruan Qingyue looked at the various trinkets selected on her stall and planned to buy them again early tomorrow morning.
"You're right, I'm just a sock seller."
The eldest sister was instantly relieved. She ate a steamed bun and started preparing for the afternoon.
Around 4:30 in the afternoon, the crochet bags in Ruan Qingyue's stall had been sold out. Even the bags with some defects had been sold out. There were only a few dozen trinkets left on the stall. The stall looked
Empty.
Ruan Qingyue split the bill with the eldest sister who sold socks and went home early. As soon as she entered the door, she heard shouting inside the house.
"Why, you all know exactly what happened to my son's injury. If you assign him to the humanities major, what kind of job can he do after graduation? I won't agree."
"Let me tell you, don't think that I don't know that the person in charge is your dean's nephew. If you can't assign my son a suitable major, I will sue you."
Mother Shen's angry voice was about to lift the roof of the house, but then there was silence. Ruan Qingyue was listening quietly at the door. This matter ultimately depends on Shen Chaochen's attitude.
It took a while before anyone spoke.
"Don't get excited. Let's sit down and talk. We have to find a solution to this matter. I agree to let him stay in the chemistry major, but he can't do chemical experiments at all. He doesn't have an experimental paper.
It’s hard to graduate!”
This time the question was pushed back, Mother Shen made no move, and the atmosphere in the room became extremely depressing.
"Let's do it! Student Shen is so good and very good in mathematics. Why not let him transfer to our School of Finance. Our School of Finance and School of Chemistry are advancing hand in hand. They are both the heritage of a century-old prestigious school."
Shen's mother is satisfied with this arrangement, but it still depends on Shen Chaochen's decision in the end.
