A crazy beauty has an island, and a powerful figure from that era dotes on her.

"You're getting bolder and bolder!" Jian Zhongliang poked Jian Qingyi's forehead, his tone indignant.

"They opened the shop without even giving us a heads-up."

"Are you really not afraid of folding your underwear so much that you don't even have any left?"

"With you backing me up, what am I afraid of? At worst, I can just go back and let you support me again!" Jian Qingyi pretended to rub her forehead.

"You've invested all your money?!" Jian Zhongliang asked, frowning.

Jian Qingyi nodded.

"You spendthrift! You can't even keep a single penny in your pocket." Jian Zhongliang felt a terrible headache coming on.

He thought that if his youngest daughter had money, she would have some say in her husband's family after marriage, and at least she wouldn't have to put up with other people's attitudes because of money.

how do you know...

Jian Zhongliang couldn't help but sigh.

“Dad, you were right, I really don’t have a single penny in my pocket right now.” Jian Qingyi grinned.

Her pockets were full of ten-yuan notes.

Jian Qingyi took a leather jacket off the shelf. "Dad, try this jacket on."

"I won't try!" Jian Zhongliang turned his face away, clearly still angry.

"Dad, come on! Come on! I specially chose this one for you and Uncle, one for each of you." Jian Qingyi pulled him up.

Jian Zhongliang glanced at the leather jacket in Jian Qingyi's hand, and the anger on his face visibly subsided.

Jian Zhongliang is handsome, 178 cm tall, and has no belly fat. When he puts on a leather jacket, he looks like a handsome middle-aged man.

If he went out for a stroll, wouldn't he charm a whole bunch of pretty widows?

"Dad, you're so handsome!" Jian Qingyi couldn't resist showering him with compliments.

"You're so glib!" Jian Zhongliang glared at her.

“These are my heartfelt words, okay?! Father, you should really be glad you live in the new society. If you were in ancient times, you would have been snatched up by someone to be their husband!” Jian Qingyi looked him up and down.

Several female customers trying on clothes nearby were secretly glancing this way.

He clearly also liked the leather jacket that Jian Zhongliang was wearing.

"Boss, how much is one of your leather jackets?" a plump middle-aged woman asked.

“Three hundred and sixty.” Jian Qingyi said with a polite smile.

"This is too expensive! I don't think department stores are this expensive!" someone exclaimed.

“Yeah! 360, that’s a year’s salary for a temporary worker.” Someone immediately chimed in.

Although Jian Zhongliang knew that the leather jacket was not cheap, he did not expect it to be this expensive.

Three hundred and sixty...

That's enough for their whole family to eat and drink for a year.

“These clothes are like the jewelry you wear; you get what you pay for. Just like gold and silver jewelry, although they are both jewelry, their prices are vastly different because of the different materials.” Jian Qingyi wasn’t angry.

"Everyone knows that sheepskin leather jackets are soft and delicate, and comfortable to wear, but they are not durable and wear-resistant. Pigskin leather jackets are durable, but they have large pores and rough texture, and are not as beautiful as sheepskin and cowhide leather jackets."

"Like the leather jacket my dad is wearing, it's made of the finest top-grain cowhide. It's not only soft and comfortable to wear, but also durable and long-lasting."

"If you don't believe me, you can come and compare these different leather jackets."

Jian Qingyi showed several customers leather jackets made of three different types of leather: pigskin, cowhide, and sheepskin.

After careful comparison.

"Then can you pack me one of your dad's leather jackets?" the plump middle-aged woman said first.

"I'm sorry, I bought these two items for my dad and my uncle. If you want them, I can..."

"Just give me one, you can buy them another one later." The plump middle-aged woman interrupted Jian Qingyi.

As she spoke, she deftly took the leather jacket off the hanger and gestured for Yang Laosan's wife to pack it up for her.

Yang Laosan's wife subconsciously looked at Jian Qingyi.

"Keep pretending! Keep pretending!" Jian Zhongliang spoke up before Jian Qingyi could even open her mouth.

Yang Laosan's wife remained still, waiting for Jian Qingyi to speak.

Only after Jian Qingyi nodded did she turn around and fetch the packaging bag.

"Boss, please put the rest of the jacket on for me!" A young woman with permed hair pointed to the leather jacket Jian Zhongliang was wearing.

Before Jian Qingyi could say anything, Jian Zhongliang quickly took off his leather jacket and handed it to Liu Xiaocao beside him, indicating that she should put it away for someone else.

Liu Xiaocao, however, looked at Jian Qingyi.

Aunt Yang said that Sister Yi is their boss, and they all have to listen to Sister Yi.

Adhering to the business philosophy that "the customer is God," Jian Qingyi nodded.

Having received the instructions, Liu Xiaocao jogged to the counter and grabbed a packaging bag.

After a day of training, Liu Xiaocao was already quite adept at her work.

Jian Zhongliang finally understood.

The people in the shop only listen to his youngest daughter.

"How did you come up with the idea to do this?" Jian Zhongliang asked as he sat down again.

“I’ve wanted to do this for a long time. The last time I went to Beijing, it was to find a source of goods.” Jian Qingyi picked up her water cup and took a big gulp.

After explaining to the customer for so long, she was genuinely thirsty by now.

"Finally, you're telling the truth." Jian Zhongliang snorted.

His younger daughter suddenly said she missed her second older sister and kept making a fuss about going to Beijing, which he found strange.

So they were using her second sister as a cover.

“I was afraid you wouldn’t let me go out. If I had told you that I wanted to start a business and that I needed to go to Beijing to find suppliers, would you have let me go?” Jian Qingyi asked him.

“Of course we can’t let you go! What if you, a young girl, encounter bad people or human traffickers on a long trip? You’ll be left with nowhere to cry.” Jian Zhongliang frowned.

I don't know where his little girl got such courage.

He dared to wander around Beijing all by himself.

"Do your older brother and second sister know about your search for suppliers?"

“I didn’t tell them,” Jian Qingyi shook her head.

"You're really capable!" Jian Zhongliang poked Jian Qingyi's forehead again.

"Ouch!" Jian Qingyi pretended to cover her forehead.

"It would be best if you died in pain, so you wouldn't make me angry every day." Jian Zhongliang frowned and glared at her.

He's young, but his ideas are big.

He dared to open a shop all by himself.

Looking at the customers coming and going in the store, Jian Zhongliang lowered his voice and asked, "Yi Yi, can this make money?"

“Dad, be brave, remove the ‘ma’ from your name.” Jian Qingyi smiled, pursing her lips.

She gets up earlier than the chickens and goes to bed later than the dogs every day, worrying herself sick over finding a shop to open, not for charity.

"That's good!" Jian Zhongliang was slightly relieved.

At this time.

Yang Laosan's wife, who had gone out to buy groceries, returned excitedly not long after.

"Yiyi, the breakfast stall and the pastry stall at the alley entrance have both closed down. They said the hygiene wasn't up to standard and they made them stop operating for rectification. You shouldn't go to those two stalls at the alley entrance for breakfast or pastries anymore."

Yang Laosan's wife didn't try to lower her voice, and all the customers in the store heard her.

"If the food service industry doesn't meet hygiene standards, that's a big problem!" a customer immediately remarked.

"Yes, it would be terrible if we got an upset stomach from eating this," the sales clerk next to her chimed in.

“I’ll never buy steamed buns from his shop again,” another salesperson chimed in.