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Chapter 27 Divide Money
  Song Xiaoran smiled and said: "Okay, I won't tease you. Sister really doesn't want it. One is that the money is really not much, and it's not appropriate for my sister to take it. Then you see, my sister didn't do anything, she just opened her mouth. Poster sign Qingqing made it. You guys sold the goods together."

Xinxin wanted to say a few words of advice, but Zhao Shaokang said leisurely:
  "You can take it if you don't want it. I didn't plan to give it to you originally."

【snort! You are very direct and don't know how to be polite to me. 】

Song Xiaoran glared at Zhao Shaokang fiercely, as if three flying knives shot out of his eyes.

Zhao Shaokang shrugged, and three flying knives fell to the ground without hitting:

"I went out for a while before the official start of sales in the evening, contacted Lao Zhang who supplied us, and Lao Xing, who sells clothes in Nancheng, and made a reservation for 1 yuan from them."

Ok?
  Song Xiaoran looked at Zhao Shaokang and suddenly realized that he had forgotten one important thing, that is——

"Who said this promotion is only for one day? You can re-enter after the goods are sold out." Zhao Shaokang said slowly with a smile, "I decided to continue selling goods with the promotion designed by Xiao Ran tomorrow. Let's have a celebration week. After the celebration week is over, I can do the celebration month.”

really.

Song Xiaoran suddenly regretted that she had been too generous just now.

Originally, I only sold clothes for a day wherever I could. I was still too young and just thought about how to clear out the inventory.

Although I have some ideas, I have zero actual experience in setting up a stall and running a business.

As long as the supply can keep up, Zhao Shaokang can normalize his promotional methods.

Although it may not be as effective as it is today, it will definitely be a huge income if it lasts for a period of time.

In this way, 3000 is really too little!

Not to mention that I just waved my hand and didn't even want 3000.

Sigh, but he still has some discernment when he sees the poster and rushes to place an order, which is a sign of approval for me.

However, it is still very annoying!
  I have lost a lot of money, when can I start my business plan?

Song Xiaoran stared at Zhao Shaokang's hateful smile, feeling that he had just been sold to help him count the money, and couldn't help but feel itchy with hatred.

Zhao Shaokang saw her look in his eyes. Although he thought she was very cute when she was angry, his reluctance really made her angry. He quickly expressed his true thoughts:

"I have already paid for the 8000 I made today, so I won't divide the money. But the money I make in the future is your idea after all, so I can count it on you."

What a good thing!
  Song Xiaoran performed a famous national intangible cultural heritage, Sichuan Opera performance.

Her eyes turned into two crescent moons with joy, and she said with a smile like a flower: "Then consider me a shareholder, and we will share 55 points from now on!"

Zhao Shaokang looked at her innocent and bright smile. He was a little absent-minded for a moment. He didn't listen to what she said in detail. He instinctively nodded and agreed; "Okay!"

Even if she said 19, she would be 9 and she would be 1, she shouldn't be able to refuse at all.

Song Xiaoran stuck out her tongue, but felt a little embarrassed: "Well, 55 points is a bit too much. Let's start with 46, how about 37? You're 7 and I'm 3."

Zhao Shaokang returned to his usual cold look: "37 is reasonable. You will have a share of this stall from now on, and you can't hide any ideas you have in the future. After all, the more I make, the more you make. We, we are together. .”

"No problem!" Song Xiaoran nodded fiercely, not paying attention to the little thought in his last words.

Zhao Shaokang thought for a while and then said: "Also. You know a lot about doing business, and I may have many questions to ask you. So I must be able to find you at any time, and you cannot disappear without reason."

Song Xiaoran waved his hand and said: "Of course! We are partners! Are there any other conditions?"

"Gone."

Zhao Shaokang's face remained as usual, and he felt relieved. In fact, I proposed this condition with a bit of guilt in my heart, fearing that she would think something was wrong and refuse.

Zhao Shaokang stood up, stretched out his hand, and spread his palm.

Song Xiaoran asked: "What are you doing?"

"High-five! Isn't it your habit?"

"No, no, no. Just don't do it if you can."

Song Xiaoran shrank his hand. With the strength of your hand, I was scared.

Zhao Shaokang shrugged, took his hands back and sat down, feeling a little regretful in his heart.

"Okay, okay! Let's raise our glasses again!"

Seeing that the two parties had reached an agreement, Song Ximing was also happy, stood up, raised his glass again and said,
  "Cheers to Xinxin Clothing and our future!"

Everyone stood up and raised their glasses.

Even Zhao Xinxin held up her own soda. She was naturally more enthusiastic than others about the brand named after her.

"Sister, drink less soda." Zhao Shaokang frowned and said, "If you are angry, be careful of getting sick."

Zhao Xinxin stuck out her tongue and carefully took a sip.

Song Xiaoran took a sip of cold beer, sat down, glanced at Du Qingqing and said:
  "My money can be divided later. But Qingqing has done a great job this time. She made the logo and posters, and just helped us draw a lottery. She should be given a big red envelope."

Zhao Shaokang nodded in agreement: "I think so too. Qingqing, do you think it's appropriate for me to give you 500 first? Don't think it's too little."

Du Qingqing hurriedly refused; "No, no, no. I only did something small. 500 is too much."

"Not bad, not bad, quite generous." Song Xiaoran looked at Zhao Shaokang with satisfaction, and said to help, "Qingqing, you deserve this. Don't be polite to this profiteer!"

Seeing that Qingqing refused again, Song Ximing felt that it was not good to continue the conversation, so he might as well give it to her in private, so he changed the subject and said:

"Qingqing, you are really good at drawing. Have you been in elementary school?"

Du Qingqing nodded: "Yes, I learned traditional Chinese painting from my grandpa when I was a child, and later learned oil painting in the art class of the Children's Palace when I was in school."

Song Ximing said happily, "Really? I have been painting since elementary school! Everyone praises me for my artistic talent."

"Ok?"

Song Xiaoran frowned and thought to himself,
  "I don't remember this happening! Isn't my brother's painting equivalent to Zhang Fei's embroidery?!"

Sure enough, Zhao Shaokang, who they had grown up with since childhood, directly broke the news and said:

"Pull it down, you just got into the school's art class in the second grade by drawing a house and a chicken eating rice. After showing off for just one semester, you were kicked out!"

Everyone couldn't help laughing.

Song Ximing, who was being demolished, also laughed without caring at all, and continued towards Du Qingqing, "But it doesn't stop me from liking art and beauty. Come on, Qingqing, I respect you. I've done it, you can drink less if you want."

After saying that, Song Ximing drank a whole glass of beer.

Du Qingqing's face turned slightly red, not knowing whether it was from drinking or from embarrassment, so she lowered her head and took a sip.

Song Xiaoran finally figured it out. He didn't expect his brother, a rough guy, to be so talkative after drinking some wine. And so proactive!
  (End of this chapter)