Lin Xia quickly mailed her reply to Lu Zheng, and then she started busying herself with her money-making business.
Sure enough, people in the market began to copy her, making pedal-pushers with materials they had sourced from who knows where.
Lin Xia didn't care, as it was impossible for her to monopolize this forever.
However, when the market was flooded with them, she upgraded her pedal-pushers.
This time, she made them in one go without adding elastic bands, and although it was a bit more trouble, they were comfortable and looked good.
Suddenly, those who had followed suit could only buy them again to study and produce.
Time flew by, and New Year's Eve was upon them in a blink.
That day, Lin Xia was busy when Lin Aijia and Yu Hongmei suddenly appeared at her stall.
"What brings you here?" Lin Xia was surprised; she had been sending money on time every month to Lin Aijia through the post office for convenience.
