The day before leaving to return to her hometown, Ye Yun went to the Lotus Market and took a look at the facade that she had already decorated.
The two-storey storefront is just waiting for her to sell goods and open for business. Unfortunately, she has been busy in the garment factory recently. Yang Qinglin pressed too hard before, and she was pregnant and really couldn't do anything, so she was delayed here. .
"Daughter-in-law, what are you going to do here? Open a clothing store in Baiyun Garment Factory or continue to be a pastry shop?"
Qin Zheng came over.
Ye Yun looked around at the empty shop and thought for a moment, "Bring Xiu'er here, learn from Tian Xiaohui for a while, and ask her to open a pastry shop?"
Secretly, she still wants to expand her pastries into a chain store.
The garment factory has a wide range of sales channels, and there is no shortage of a small clothing store like hers. She does not need to open an additional clothing store to increase the reputation of Baiyun Garment Factory.
"If it's a pastry shop, I'm afraid there won't be enough space to make pastries every day." Qin Zheng looked at the storefront and said.
Tian Xiaohui usually makes pastries in the backyard of the pastry shop. One of the two front rooms is mainly used for selling things, and the other is used for entertaining customers. Even so, when the peak period comes, it will not be able to cover the swarming students.
Ye Yun couldn't help laughing.
"You're stupid." She tapped the tip of Qin Zheng's nose and pointed at the empty facade, "This place is not next to the school, so there is no need for a study room. There are two facades, one for entertaining customers and sales, and the other It’s just right for production and housing.”
Qin Zheng was stunned, "It seems so."
"Oh... I'm so stupid." Ye Yun shook her head with a smile, moved closer and pinched his face.
Qin Zheng pretended to be in pain and hissed.
Ye Yun was still smiling, looking at the people coming and going outside, but her eyes gradually darkened.
"Qin Zheng, do you feel it?"
"Um."
Qin Zheng turned his back to the door, hugged her waist, and said in a low voice with a hint of gloom, "Don't look outside, be careful to alert others. I'll have someone go check it out."
Ye Yun nodded.
From the moment she left the pastry shop, she noticed someone following them all the way.
To be precise, surveillance.
But when she looked back, there were ordinary passers-by behind her.
At first she thought it was because she was too sensitive and was hallucinating. It wasn't until she turned around suddenly and saw a black shadow flashing past the door that she asked Qin Zheng.
It is still unknown whether the other party is coming for her or Qin Zheng.
"Who do you think you're coming for?"
"It's all possible."
"..."
Listening to you is better than reading. It's very good. Please don't say it again next time.
Night falls.
"After following it for a day, what did you gain?"
In front of the Buddha statue enshrined in rosewood, a middle-aged man holding a Buddhist bead spoke gloomily.
A thin man standing in front of him replied respectfully: "Third Master, I have been following you for a whole day and nothing happened. I just wandered around. I really don't know how that old fox Yang Qinglin was defeated by such a woman." Yes."
Hearing this, the man sneered.
"Yang Qinglin, that old and cunning thing, I almost lost to him back then, how could I be defeated by a woman who has nothing to do? This woman is definitely not as useless as she seems, so she continues to follow!"
"Yes, I'll go right away."
People left in a hurry.
The middle-aged man looked up at the Buddha statue enshrined on the high table, picked up the beads, clasped his hands, and worshiped with a very pious expression.
Qingshan Garment Factory collapsed.
The person who defeated Yang Qinglin was actually a woman.
Baiyun Garment Factory has been growing rapidly, and his Lantian Garment Factory has also suffered a lot of trauma. Its performance is getting worse month by month, and a lot of money is being lost.
Buddha, how could he endure this...
