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"If we can maintain the current business, we could earn a profit of twenty thousand yuan a month in the future."
"You're absolutely right, the key to selling clothes is the style."
Li Zhiyan handed the chilled sour plum drink to Jiang Xian.
"Auntie Jiang, you drink first."
As he spoke, he lowered the shutter door. The moment the shutter came down, Jiang Xian felt Li Zhiyan had come to join her for some snacks.
After all, that day Li Zhiyan had come for midnight snacks many times.
Even so, he still felt it wasn't enough.
However, to her surprise, Li Zhiyan just looked at her and said, "Auntie Jiang, although it's a bit cruel, I still have to tell you."
Jiang Xian had a bad feeling, could it be about her son?
"Xiao Yan, go ahead."
"It's Yen Lei, I saw him preparing red paint, likely planning to splash it on your shop."