Qin Jin was confident, "I'm not selling to people who don't wear them. Bamboo weavings are non-essential goods and more expensive than bamboo baskets, aren't they always in short supply?" He stocked up on the goods and then handled the shipping, how simple was that?
He was just afraid that someone would investigate.
He needed to take good care of it to ensure that it was foolproof.
Li Qiao, "That makes sense." When she got home, she took out her savings, "Here is fifty-five yuan, for you to invest in purchasing goods."
"Invest?" Qin Jin's lips curved slightly, her verbal support was enough to fill him with drive, "No need, in case there's a loss, you can still use that money for food."
"Alright then," Li Qiao said again, "Have you sent the package off?"
Qin Jin hummed in acknowledgment.
While they were talking, Xue Sufen came knocking, "Is Old Mrs. Qin here?"
"Sufen ah, I am," Old Mrs. Qin cheerfully poked her head out from inside the room.
