Later, Yun Sisi bought all the plants from the temporary flower market.
As a result, the money she borrowed from Song Qianqian was almost spent.
The two girls, one older, one younger, stood in the flower market. Song Qianqian gazed at rows of potted plants, her brows furrowed, a soft beauty to her akin to Lin Daiyu.
"Sisi, if these flowers and plants don't sell, wouldn't we have a huge loss?"
"Impossible." Sisi gazed out at the sea of flowers, contemplating how much she needed to increase the prices to earn back thirty thousand. "During the New Year, every family will buy these to decorate their homes."
"..."
"By buying all of these, there will be no price differences. Whether expensive or cheap, they'll buy from me."
"But Sisi, D City isn't only home to this flower market."
"I'm not stupid, before deciding to make my move here, I researched the market."
"..." Song Qianqian frowned, puzzled.
