After retiring from the circle, the queen of Jiaoye spoiled the rich and powerful

Song Weitang was too lazy to care about what Fu Rongyu called her.

"Sister-in-law, why is Seventh Brother not with you?"

"Fu Junyan went out early in the morning, saying that a friend was looking for him."

Song Weitang blinked her eyes and said, the way she and Fu Junyan get along has always been to do her own thing, and she just needs to explain to the other party.

"Why are you with Mr. Fu?"

Song Weitang raised his head and saw Fu Rong and Fu Jue behind him, feeling a little curious.

"I just met, he said he just met you, and then we chatted."

Fu Rongyu answered with a smile.

Song Weitang didn't think much about it, after all, it was a very normal thing.

"Miss Song."

Now that Fu Jue knows Fu Junyan's identity, his attitude towards Song Weitang is naturally different. Just kidding, can the future mistress be the same.

"Miss Song, I heard from my incompetent son that your restaurant has produced several pickles that need to be promoted."

Although Fu Jue usually doesn't have much ambition for this kind of opportunity to come to the door to hug his thigh, he will definitely not refuse this kind of God chasing him to feed him.

Standing next to Song Weitang, Fu Qingfei glanced at his father strangely.

You must know that when he mentioned this matter before, his father was not very interested.

After all, Fu's main business is in the real estate and jewelry industries, and he doesn't know much about food, and it takes time and money.

Fu's current industry, especially the jewelry industry, is now considered a leader in the entire country A, so there is no need to take risks to enter an industry that he does not understand at all.

His father, to put it bluntly, can't get up early without profit, a typical businessman, to put it bluntly, he just has no ambitions, Fu's is doing well now, and he doesn't need to waste time and effort to go to new fields.

So he would take the initiative to say that he would help his aunt, which is like a red rain in the world.

"Is there any good way, Mr. Fu?"

Song Weitang did not refuse Fu Jue's kindness.

"Miss Song, the items in your store are all handmade. Compared with the high-end crowd, whether it is time or quality, I suggest optimizing packaging, increasing advertising investment, and creating Hermès among pickles."

Fu Jue suggested that he was just lazy, not stupid, otherwise such a big Fu family would not have developed so smoothly under his hands.

Hearing Fu Jue's words, Song Weitang nodded, Fu Jue's proposal fit her heart very well.

It is true that the Song family's pickles cannot be mass-produced. The factory-made pickles will never reach this taste. At first she really wanted to quantify them, but then she changed her mind.

"I've seen Ms. Song's bottle of pickles. I think that bottle is very distinctive, but as a gift, the grade is still too low."

Fu Jue made a pertinent opinion.

The two stood there and had a series of discussions about how to package and how to publicize the pickles.

Fu Jue and Song Weitang had a heated discussion, and here Fu Rongyu and Song Jinyan also started talking in low voices.

"Xiao Jin, I think the Sanxiang player just now seems to have a big opinion on you, do you need help?"

As a nephew, Fu Rongyu really wanted to help his precious nephew.

Song Jinyan flatly refused.

"I can figure it out myself."

He had seen Jiang Kai's expression before.

So he was also on guard.

He will never underestimate any enemy.