Ji Ying thought for a moment. She couldn't exactly say she was setting up a factory, so she smiled and explained, "It's like this, Dr. Du's grandson buys chili peppers, and he needs a lot of them. That's why I thought of you all."
The matter of setting up the factory was still not settled, and Ji Ying's explanation was somewhat vague.
"Ji Ying, I really can't thank you enough," Cai Feng's mother and the other two expressed their immense gratitude. Selling the chili peppers for three yuan each was a very good price. For people like them who farmed for a living, their entire yearly earnings depended on the little plot of land they cultivated, so opportunities to earn a cash income were not frequent.
Night fell.
Xu Nian'an told me that the bottles had been procured.
Ji Ying felt a wave of pressure.
