Reborn on My Wedding Night: This Time, I Won't Fail My Soldier Husband
Speaking of the shop's business, Lu Yuhuai became very enthusiastic.
He laughed until his mouth couldn't close: "Yaoyao, I followed the model you taught me and stocked a batch of appliances to sell in the shop. For the first fifteen days of opening, there was a store-wide promotion of 20% off, and I made sure they kept their receipts, guaranteeing free repairs for five years as long as it wasn't human-caused damage. Everyone went crazy; I sold seven or eight appliances on the first day."
In half a month, their Dongfeng Appliances had already broken even.
For the subsequent activities, he strictly followed what Dong Shuyao had said.
Not to say they were making a fortune, but they were definitely earning quite a bit.
"Now your sister-in-law has sold her factory job to someone else and is helping out in the shop too."
"Old Man Zheng also helps out occasionally. The space we cordoned off in our courtyard for Old Man Zheng to repair bikes even made it into the newspaper! Everyone says the boss of Dongfeng Repair Shop is kind-hearted and wants to send all their appliances to us for repairs."
This is the meaning of 'the rose is in the hand, the flavor in the hand'.
Good people are rewarded.
"Hmm!"
Dong Shuyao listened to his excited and upbeat voice, and she was happy too: "Big brother, remember, in the early stages of our development, we must be based on integrity. We should earn what we deserve with all our might, but don't be greedy for what we shouldn't earn."
"Understood."
"Also, be careful that someone might make trouble because our business is booming. You must have response plans ready."
She was still giving business advice, and Lu Yuzhou was also listening, mesmerized.
How could his wife be so cute?
Beijing, Shen family—
Zhang Fang collected the clothes thrown around the living room into the laundry basket. When she picked up Jiang Xiaochun's intimate apparel, she couldn't help but throw the laundry basket on the floor.
Shen Zhinian was hugging Jiang Xiaochun, who was eating candied hawthorns, and opened the door for her, waiting on her hand and foot: "Mom, is dinner ready? Xiaochun is hungry."