The Capitalist’s Spoiled Young Master? Perfect to Take Home as a Husband Chapter 117

"No, I kept an eye on her all afternoon yesterday, personally walked her ho, and even stayed with her for a while at her place. From the way she looked, she’s truly moved on and won’t try to take her own life again," Aunt Wu replied in a hushed tone, glancing at ng Yingying.

"Oh, that’s good to hear," Song Nianchu nodded.

Still, sothing felt slightly off, but it was undoubtedly a relief that the girl had chosen not to end her life.

After finishing the canned goods, Wu Gang and the others prepared to make their delivery. Song Nianchu reminded them to stop by the market and pick up so more ingredients on their way back.

Wu Gang readily agreed and pushed the handcart toward the county town.

Watching the slightly wobbly cart, Song Nianchu thought to herself that once the village had so extra funds, she’d ask the village chief to buy two or three carts from Mu Shi'an.

By the ti the morning shift ended, Wu Gang and his team returned with the fresh ingredients.

One person stayed behind to guard the supplies at the village office while the others went ho for lunch, planning to switch shifts later.

In the afternoon, Song Nianchu joined them to deliver the goods to the supply and marketing cooperative. After all, Wu Gang and the others hadn’t t Sun Wenshi yet, and she also had a promise to fulfill with the elderly woman from the day before.

As they neared the cooperative, they spotted a large crowd gathered outside.

"Is the cooperative always this busy? It’s not even a holiday," Wu Gang remarked, puzzled.

Normally, there might be a line of a dozen people at most, but today, it looked like dozens had gathered.

Song Nianchu’s heart swelled with joy at the sight—this turnout was even bigger than yesterday’s.

"Brother Gang, hurry, let’s get over there!" she urged excitedly.

Wu Gang didn’t quite understand why she was so thrilled. A bigger crowd might an a longer wait to hand over the goods.

"Look, isn’t that the girl from yesterday?" soone in the crowd outside the cooperative called out, spotting Song Nianchu.

The mont those words were spoken, heads turned in her direction.

"Yes, yes, it’s her! I rember that lovely smile," the elderly woman from yesterday chid in.

"Hello, everyone!" Song Nianchu greeted them warmly as she approached.

"You actually ca, girl," the elderly woman said, almost disbelieving.

She’d told her family about the encounter yesterday, and they’d all insisted she’d been scamd. It had kept her up at night, and she’d arrived early today, half-expecting no one else to show. To her surprise, others had beaten her there.

"Of course I ca—I made a promise," Song Nianchu replied, then turned to Wu Gang. "Brother Gang, hand that specially prepared can of fish."

"Got it," Wu Gang replied, retrieving the single can from the side of the handcart.

Song Nianchu took it and handed it to the elderly woman.

“Here’s the fish can I promised you yesterday. I made sure to pack a little extra for you,” she added in a whisper.

The woman accepted it, examining the label closely before nodding in recognition.

"This is it—exactly the sa as the one we had at the state-run restaurant!" she exclaid, showing it to those around her.

Soon, everyone crowded around to take a look.

"See here? Our village’s na is printed right at the bottom—Qinghe Fishing Village. From now on, when you buy canned fish, look for our Qinghe Yuan brand," Song Nianchu announced, pointing to the label.

"We’ll rember! We’ll only buy the ones with your village’s na on them," the elderly woman affird.

Others nodded eagerly, as if committing the label to mory.

Pleased with the response, Song Nianchu turned back to Wu Gang.

"Brother Gang, bring out another can for everyone to sample."

"But we don’t have any extras," Wu Gang hesitated.

"It’s fine—take one from Director Sun’s order. We’ll just deduct it from his paynt later," she assured him.

"Alright." Wu Gang quickly fetched another can and even opened it for her.

"Friends, thank you for supporting Qinghe Yuan! This can is on —anyone who hasn’t tried our product yet, co and have a taste!" Song Nianchu called out.

At the ntion of free samples, the crowd surged forward.

The single can wasn’t enough to go around, leaving many empty-handed, watching enviously as others got to try it.

Once the excitent had peaked, Song Nianchu spoke up again.

"Don’t ​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‍worry if you missed out—Director Sun has ordered another two hundred cans from us. If you’re interested, you can start lining up now!"

The quicker ones dashed to the front, and soon, a long line ford.

Sun Wenshi, who had witnessed the entire scene, was astounded. He stared at Song Nianchu with newfound admiration.

Where did this young girl get all these clever ideas?

Thanks to her strategy, the two hundred cans they’d delivered sold out instantly. So buyers, afraid of missing out, grabbed two or three at a ti.

Word spread, and soon, even more custors flocked to the cooperative.

Sun Wenshi, surveying the packed store, gave Song Nianchu an impressed thumbs-up.

"Comrade Song, today I’ve learned what it ans to say ‘there’s always soone better.’ Compared to you, I’m utterly outmatched."

"You’re too kind, Director Sun. These are just small tricks—nothing remarkable," she replied modestly. In her ti, free samples were a common marketing tactic.

"Comrade Song, I’ll take another two hundred cans tomorrow," Sun Wenshi said, regretful that he’d only ordered a hundred the day before as a test. Now, he wished he’d taken more.

"Of course. I’ll deliver them at the sa ti tomorrow," Song Nianchu replied with a smile.

"Perfect," Sun Wenshi nodded eagerly.

He led them to his office to settle the paynt for the day’s delivery—even covering the cost of the free sample, insisting that Song Nianchu’s efforts had brought the cooperative significant business.

Unable to refuse, Song Nianchu accepted graciously.

"..."

After leaving the cooperative, the group headed back to the market. With the increased orders, the handcart couldn’t carry everything, so they each carried so bags.

Unbeknownst to Song Nianchu, shortly after they left Sun Wenshi’s office, soone else arrived to see him.

Sun Wenshi was tallying the afternoon’s sales when a shadow fell over him.

He looked up to see a familiar face.