The mistress has no feelings, why do you provoke her?

After discussing the matter, Song Wenjun prepared to return to Qiufeng Courtyard.

Just as she got up, Zhou gave Gu Huaizhou a wink.

He has no business acumen, and someone has to clean up the mess he left behind.

There was no one else but Song Wenjun.

Gu Huaizhou felt a little embarrassed, but he still forced himself to keep Song Wenjun behind: "Madam, please wait a moment."

"Husband, is there anything else?" Song Wenjun looked at him with clear eyes. Although there was no disdain in her eyes, it still made Gu Huaizhou's cheeks burn.

He looked uneasy, cleared his throat, and said, "Well, I'm afraid you'll still need to manage the shop on Chang'an Street."

Song Wenjun looked at Gu Huaizhou and then at Xue Qingwan with a knowing expression.

Then, she smiled gently: "My husband doesn't want to do business anymore?"

"I'm not cut out for this, it's better if you handle it."

Upon hearing this, Song Wenjun sat back down.

He looked troubled: "It's not difficult for me to manage it, but the shop's reputation is ruined now, so it will be difficult to rebuild it. Also, what do you plan to do with all the stockpiled goods?"

She's willing to manage things, but she never does anything that's thankless or difficult.

They snatched this shop from her, and now they've ruined it like this, and they just want to hand it over to her.

What do you take her for?

Free labor?

Gu Huaizhou frowned and pondered for a long time before speaking: "Since the shop has been handed over to Madam, she will naturally be in full charge. The stockpiled goods will be given to Madam as funds. No matter how much money Madam makes from selling them, it doesn't need to go through the household accounts; it's all yours."

"Does my husband mean that this shop will also belong to me from now on?" Song Wenjun added.

Zhou was a little anxious. How did it become Song Wenjun's?

But then I thought, it's just a small grocery store, and now it's turned into this mess. I wouldn't even take it if it were given to me for free.

It was supposedly given to Song Wenjun, but it will only lose money and not make any in the future.

With that thought in mind, Zhou was no longer in a hurry.

Gu Huaizhou thought the same as Zhou Shi, and he nodded: "That's the idea. I'll transfer the shop to Madam's name in a little while, and send it over along with the contract and seal."

Since I'm not making any money anyway, giving it to Song Wenjun is just doing her a favor.

Song Wenjun gave a thoughtful "oh," and then asked, "How much stock is currently piling up?"

"We now have over eight thousand bars of soap stuck in stock," Gu Huaizhou sighed.

If he and Xue Qingwan hadn't been so clever, they could have sold those eight thousand yuan for double the profit.

But now, I'm afraid no one will want it for even a penny.

Because the shop's reputation was ruined, no one wanted to buy the soap either.

Some people even curse at it when it's brought up.

A broken drum is beaten by thousands; who would still buy it?

Having made up her mind, Song Wenjun readily agreed: "Alright, husband, once the transfer is complete, please have someone deliver it to me."

"Okay." Gu Huaizhou readily agreed, and at the same time breathed a sigh of relief.

This hot potato has finally been thrown away.

Even if Song Wenjun had extraordinary abilities, she could not possibly have the power to bring the dead back to life.

Women, it's so foolish to devote yourself entirely to men.

Gu Huaizhou acted quickly, completing the transfer of ownership by the afternoon after discussing it in the morning.

The seal and contract were handed over to Song Wenjun.

He did not show himself, but had his attendants deliver it to him.

After receiving the gifts, Song Wenjun rewarded the servant with a string of coins and sent him away.

Xiao Tao peeked out and saw that it was the deed for a general store on Chang'an Street. She was taken aback and asked, "Madam, you still want this run-down shop?"

Xiao Tao had also heard about what was happening outside. Gu Huaizhou had made a mess of the shop and had now given it to Song Wenjun.

Isn't this bullying?

Song Wenjun was overjoyed as she held the property deed. She gently tapped Xiao Tao's head and laughed, "Silly Xiao Tao, although the shop is destroyed, our signboard is still here. As long as we have a signboard, we can come back to life."

"Besides, this shop on Chang'an Street is twice the size of our rouge shop, and it's in a great location. It's a sure thing to make a profit if it's transferred to my name."

With so much stock, Song Wenjun felt like she was getting money for free.

"Will this work?" Xiao Tao asked, half-believing.

"Of course it can be done, it absolutely can be done." Song Wenjun was very confident in herself.

Her rouge shop is called Hua Rong, and its reputation has already spread far and wide.

With her connections and influence, her business is destined to thrive, not fail.

Song Wenjun took Xiao Tao to the shop to look at the goods. When the shopkeeper saw her, he was pleasantly surprised: "Young Madam, you've come?"

These shopkeepers all worked under Song Wenjun and trusted her completely.

As a result, Gu Huaizhou's reckless actions almost cost him his job.

When he saw Song Wenjun return, Old Manager Zhao was overjoyed and almost shed tears.

"Manager Zhao, from today onwards, this shop belongs to me. You will still be the manager, and I will double your wages. The monthly wages of each employee in the shop will also be doubled."

If you want a horse to work hard, you must make sure it is well-fed.

Song Wenjun was a master of personnel management; the shop's revival depended entirely on these people.

Upon hearing this, Manager Zhao immediately knelt down before Song Wenjun, saying with gratitude, "I am deeply grateful for your high regard, young mistress. Even if it costs me my old bones, I will do everything I can to revive the shop for you."

His previous monthly allowance was five taels, but as soon as Song Wenjun returned, she increased it to ten taels.

How could Manager Zhao not feel grateful?

He wished he had eight arms so he could go through fire and water for Song Wenjun.

The other employees also chimed in, saying, "We are willing to serve the young mistress at her feet."

Song Wenjun was very satisfied, and she nodded repeatedly: "The next month will be tough for everyone."

Everyone responded in unison, "Yes, we will listen to the young mistress."

The shop is a two-story building, where goods can be sold both on the ground floor and the upper floor.

There was a warehouse in the back, filled with unsold soap.

Manager Zhao had been so anxious these past few days that he had developed blisters on his lips, and he led Song Wenjun to see the backlog of goods.

The warehouse door opened, and a faint fragrance wafted out.

“Young Madam, look, we’ll be selling all this soap for ages.” Manager Zhao sighed and cautiously suggested, “How about we lower the price and sell it off cheaply? At least we can recoup some of the cost.”

Song Wenjun's fingers gently traced the soaps, and she shook her head: "The problem isn't with the price. These are consumables. The fact that they were popular at first means they were accepted by everyone. We just need to make some changes, and we can still sell them for a good price."

Shopkeeper Zhao looked surprised: "Ah, this can actually be sold?"

"Manager Zhao, if you can't trust others, can't you trust our young mistress? She's a shrewd businesswoman." Xiao Tao felt proud when Song Wenjun was mentioned.

The lady is capable and beautiful; she's excellent at everything, both inside and outside the home.

No matter how difficult the problem, she can handle it perfectly.

"I just don't know what we should do, young mistress. I hope you can enlighten us." Manager Zhao looked like he was humbly seeking advice.