"If you have packaging bags, and can package those cakes, I can charge you three yuan and fifty cents per jin," Shen Wei said.
"Great! We will deliver them at the same time tomorrow," Zhang Xiaoling exclaimed excitedly.
"I'll settle the payment for you first," Shen Wei said with a smile.
Stepping out of the sales outlet, Zhang Xiaoling still felt like she was dreaming. She hadn't expected the cakes to sell so well and for their production to have increased, which made her even more confident about the business.
"Luo Shu, am I dreaming?" Zhang Xiaoling asked with a smile, pinching her own face hard.
Luo Shu shook her head with a smile.
"It hurts a bit, so I must not be dreaming. We really succeeded, didn't we?" Zhang Xiaoling asked cheerfully, feeling the pain on her face.
"Yes!" Luo Shu said, nodding with a smile.
"That's fantastic! We've succeeded! We'll be rich in the future," Zhang Xiaoling laughed loudly in the street.
