Yu Xiuhong, who was far away in R City, came to Yu Dongfeng's store after a few years of cultivation.

Earlier, she gave Yu Dongfeng all the household items that Chu Zhenyan left her, and Yu Dongfeng directly put the things in the mausoleum.

In a conspicuous position, the store also seems to have a lot of goods and is easy to sell.

And Yu Dongfeng has a buddy who runs a home furnishing store, and there is no new supply. Since Chu Zhenyan put this writing in his store a few days ago, he has really sold a lot more.

Therefore, Yu Dongfeng couldn't ask for this batch of goods.

Now, Yu Xiuhong asked Yu Dongfeng about the situation.

Chen Aixian, who was sitting in the home furnishing store, spoke first: "Xiuhong, your friend's goods are selling very quickly, that is, the person is not here, otherwise she can send more goods over, and she will sell more."

Before Yu Xiuhong came, Chen Aixian had already discussed with Yu Dongfeng.

They want to rent a store next to their own store and open it together with their own store to expand the scale. After all, the home furnishing store opened by Yu Dongfeng's brothers is in the downtown area of R City, which is a little more convenient.

But if they want to open it, they must start with the source of goods in Chu Zhenyan's hands, after all, Yu Dongfeng and Chen Aixian both think that the goods sent by Chu Zhenyan are good and cheap.

So I want to ask Yu Xiuhong first, and find out Chu Zhenyan's bottom with Yu Xiuhong.

"As long as Zhenyan can make money, it doesn't matter if she breaks her leg." Yu Xiuhong clearly remembered Chu Zhenyan's words, and she emphasized.

"Of course I can make more money!" Chen Aixian turned her head to look at Yu Dongfeng and smiled: "If we earn, there must be Zhenyan who earns." ”

Yu Dongfeng also took out more than 100 yuan and handed it to Yu Xiuhong: "These businesses are very good, I have already sold several sets of sofa cushions, these are the money earned, take it to Zhenyan." ”

If you want to cooperate with Chu Zhenyan, you have to give Chu Zhenyan some sweetness first, so Yu Dongfeng took out all the money he earned this time. After the formal cooperation, we can renegotiate how to divide the profits.

"So much money? That's not much! Yu Xiuhong exclaimed in surprise. She works in a textile factory, and her monthly salary is only about 100 yuan, which sells a little sofa cushion, which is enough for her salary for more than a month.

Yu Xiuhong took the money with both hands, thinking to herself, no wonder her uncle wants to open a home shop. Even if it is a cent of money, it is not a lot, it may be hundreds or even thousands per month.

In this era, if you can have a salary of two or three hundred yuan a month, it is already a lot, who dares to think that you can earn thousands of yuan a month?

Yu Xiuhong paused for a moment and said, "Uncle, do you really plan to open another store?" ”

In fact, Chu Zhenyan will not lose anything, no matter what, whether the home store can make money or not has nothing to do with her.

Yu Xiuhong is not sure that if Yu Dongfeng opens a home furnishing store, she will be able to make more profits. She: "I'll ask Zhenyan about this again, I think she must be very happy."

Who would give up the opportunity to make money?

When Xiuhong came out of the home shop, she didn't know where to go.

She lowered her head and frowned as she looked at her ankles.

Zhang Kecheng didn't call her or care about her injuries, but she was struggling inside and didn't know what to do.

So the attitude towards Zhang Kecheng is that he is neither broken nor particularly close to him.

Yu Xiuhong thought that such an attitude would make Zhang Kecheng no longer miss her.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Kecheng launched a series of positive pursuits for her.

Constantly trying to ask her out in various ways, or using the excuse of wanting to go to her house to check on her injuries.

Yu Xiuhong can't understand what Zhang Kecheng means now. Could it be because he couldn't catch up with Zhang Qiuzhen, so he worked her?

Thinking of this, Yu Xiuhong pulled the corners of her mouth, sat down and looked up, but found that she didn't know when she walked to R Central Hospital.

Yu Xiuhong frowned and walked towards the door of the central hospital.