Tong Sanlang stood to one side, understanding Qiao Xiaomai's intent.
Here, almost every man in the countryside could do basic carpentry, and once the tricycle was introduced, it would be a hit. Those who bought it would quickly master the simple technology.
Once the technique was mastered and they knew how to make it, they definitely wouldn't buy it anymore.
So, Qiao Xiaomai meant to do like with the mooncakes, stock up on a bunch beforehand and then sell them all at once.
In doing so, they would need a large labor force to produce the big batch of tricycles. The guard force was full of young, strong lads, close by and with time on their hands, making them perfect for the job.
"Let's first create the prototype," Tong Sanlang said.
He recounted the so-called "anecdotes" that Shopkeeper He had concocted, which made Qiao Xiaomai's head spin, as she also felt a trace of fear.
It would be embarrassing if Yang Wenxiao had heard these lines of poetry.
It could even lead to trouble.
