Chapter 8: The Crisis of the Rose

When Sasha breathed the air of freedom again, the feeling of escaping from the cage was indescribable.

"Thank you!"

"You're welcome, we're best friends!" Yang Qingtong said happily.

The two of them sat in Ah Xian's car and drove all the way to the city center.

"Little master, don't forget to get down to business."

Seeing the two girls chatting endlessly, Ah Xian couldn't help but turn around and remind.

"By the way, thank you, Ah Xian." Although I had contact with it a few times when I was in the town, I am very grateful to be able to come over and help myself today.

"And what about my honorarium?" Ah Xian saw that they didn't mention it, so he had to be cheeky and say it himself.

"Hey, I thought you were a hero to save the beauty, but it turned out that it was just for the commission." Sasha's little face had a somewhat disappointed expression, after all, the play she played at home was so good that even she thought it was true. It seems that no matter how beautiful the dream is, you will always wake up.

"Don't worry, the little master told me about this, how much do you say you need?"

"Is 100,000 okay?" Ah Xian asked tentatively.

"Are you trying to rob it?" Sasha sat in the back seat and almost jumped up.

"It's not that I don't pay you back, but I see that you are excited. If you don't have those, eighty thousand will do. Ah Xian's voice lowered.

Sasha didn't speak, but turned her head to look at Yang Qingtong.

"I didn't expect him to open his mouth too much, but he really needs this money, so you can help him a little. And he also has a courier company operating over there, so I'm not afraid that he won't be able to do it. And you sign an agreement that you can make him pay a little more interest. Yang Qingtong interceded for Ah Xian.

"Well, okay, but I only have 50,000 in my hand, and I can't get that much money left for a while."

"Okay, that's it." This number is also Ah Xian's psychological number, so he readily agreed.

"But I don't want any interest from you, I want something else." Sasha suddenly threw out a strange sentence, which made the things that had been settled in the future make waves again.

"What do you want?" Ah Xian asked.

"Shares."

"A stake in a courier company?" Ah Xian's heart was shocked, this girl's appetite is not small, the courier company is her own life, how can she let go so easily.

"No, I think a stake in our flower company." After Sasha finished speaking, Ah Xian was still there in a daze, but Yang Qingtong already understood what she meant.

"That's a good idea, just in time for Valentine's Day, we can start a flower shop. The supply of goods comes from our town, and Sasha is responsible for sales in the city, and Ah Xian comes to transport. This is really a good industrial chain. Yang Qingtong praised again and again.

A small florist is not a company, but it is the prototype of one of the most important industries in Peach Blossom Town in the future. The three young people decided on a project in the process of talking and laughing, and started the road of market research on such a sunny afternoon.

They were surprised by the results of the survey. For some reason, Fengyuan City and several surrounding cities lack the supply of roses, and neither the first-tier florists nor the second-tier wholesalers can supply the market. In the face of such a business opportunity, everyone is worried.

But Yang Qingtong and the others were secretly happy, and studied the next plan, Ah Xian and Yang Qingtong sent Sasha home, and then rushed back to Peach Blossom Town overnight.

It seems that this Spring Festival is still a busy day after all. It's just that when the car passed by Yuehu City, Yang Qingtong looked out the window and remembered a person, I don't know if he is okay? How will he spend Valentine's Day?