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"Hey, how can I accept that?"
Though she said it was too much, her hands were quick to act. She then shyly asked, "Sister Su, how much is this Flaky Pastry? I’ll pay you; I can't take advantage of you."
Su Mingxian smiled and replied, "It's fifty cents each, but these two are a gift for you. If you enjoy them, remember to help promote my little sister's business."
Upon hearing this, the older woman immediately patted her chest in assurance, "Alright! You can count on me; I’ll definitely help spread the word."
It’s often said that when you eat from someone’s plate or take their hand, you become indebted to them. True to form, the news quickly spread throughout the entire carriage that Su Mingxian was selling Flaky Pastry, and it was particularly delicious. Soon everyone was clamoring to buy some, with even a few wanting to purchase her pickled radishes.
Su Mingxian hurriedly explained, "I’m sorry, but I made a small batch of these pickled radishes just for the journey; they’re not for sale."
The crowd erupted in laughter as they walked away.
After everyone had eaten their fill, they began to prepare for their afternoon nap. However, Su Mingxian found it hard to sleep. In such a short time, she had already made over a hundred yuan—she had recouped her costs! Everything else she sold would be profit. How could she not feel excited?
Not only that, but she also needed to think about what to do next.
With just these people in the carriage, she knew she couldn't sell everything she brought along. She had to go to other carriages to sell her goods. But with children and so many items in tow, it was overwhelming. If she pushed herself too hard, the risks would be too great. So she turned her attention to Wang Daguo in the middle bunk.
"Hey, Wang, do you want to earn some extra cash?"
Wang Daguo looked a bit confused. "Sister Su, what do you mean?"
"Here's the thing, Xiao Wang," Su Mingxian said, "you've seen it for yourself. It's really inconvenient for me, a woman, to handle two kids while managing all this stock. I have so much inventory that one cart just won't cut it. I thought, why let the profits go to outsiders? Since you're helping me, I trust your character. The Oil Tea Noodles and Flaky Pastry are both selling for fifty cents. How about this: for every portion you sell, I'll give you a ten-cent commission?"
Wang Daguo immediately waved his hand in response. "Oh, that's nothing. Just tell me how much you want to pay; I'll help you sell them!"
"That won't do. A deal is a deal. Helping me is a favor, but not helping is just your duty. I can't let you work for free. If you want to help me out, let's make it official. Don't underestimate the money; I have at least two or three thousand portions here. Just think about it—if they all sell, that's quite a bit of cash."
Su Mingxian was doing her best to persuade him. The more favors one asks for without any ties to benefits, the less reliable they become.
Sure enough, Wang Daguo's eyes lit up when he heard this. A ten-cent commission per portion could add up to two or three hundred bucks—just enough to buy his girlfriend a watch! He quickly warmed up to the idea and thought it might be worth a shot; after all, there was no risk involved. So while others were sleeping, these two were busy discussing how to make money.
As dinner time approached, Wang Daguo rushed out with twenty portions of Oil Tea Noodles. Not long after, he came back panting heavily. "Sister Su! Hurry, prepare fifty more portions! I've sold out already and there are still people waiting! Here’s the money from the sales; count it!"
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