Chapitre 403: 403. Worker, Worker Spirit_1

To be fair, Song Tan wasn't quite cut out for business.

When others sold tea, especially Maojian, they'd see a crowd and, without a second thought, use sparkling clear glass cups to steep each variety of their own tea to showcase it.

The shape, color, taste, fragrance...

If there were few people, they'd be invited to drink directly; if there were many, the tea would be divvied up into several small cups to taste one by one... that's the basic drill in the surrounding tea shops!

But for Song Tan, everyone got a disposable paper cup, with just a few old yellow leaves inside. It wasn't until people started to trickle in again for tea that she reluctantly steeped a cup of the high-quality Maojian she actually sold.

The craziest part was, a bunch of old classmates actually thought Song Tan had splurged!

That is to say, the marketing wasn't over, but the brainwashing had already worked.