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Zhao Yong glanced at the kitchen and saw that Nian Nian was clamoring for pink glutinous rice balls. His mother-in-law pulled Sister Zhou over, and the two of them were squatting there and studying how to make the glutinous rice balls change color.

A favored person who responds to requests, it would be strange if the little girl doesn't kiss her grandma.

Nian Nian drooled over the phone, treating it like a kiss from her mother. Li Manjun heard a milky voice coming from the phone, "Mom, kiss." Her heart felt soft and sour.

He put down the phone book in his hand, talked to his daughter for a while, and then asked Zhao Yong: "Are you used to Mom being at home?"

"It's okay." Zhao Yong smiled and said, "I'm pretty good, that's all."

Glancing down at her lap, the little girl grabbed the calendar and started tearing it apart. Now she was spoiled by her grandma and was a little lawless.

But it's hard for him to tell. He can only correct it when he finds out.

He took the calendar that was about to be torn from the little girl's hand and said with a serious face, "Don't tear things randomly."

The little girl glared at him with a groan, slipped off her knees, and ran towards the kitchen to complain to her grandmother.

"Your daughter now has Shang Fang's sword, so it's hard to control her." Zhao Yong whispered into the phone.

Who doesn’t know how to make a snitch?

Li Manjun rubbed her eyebrows. This was why she didn't agree to let her mother come over to help take care of the child.

"Be strict, this little girl is tough and not soft." Li Manjun warned.

Zhao Yong sighed, "I know, come back early and call me anytime if you have anything."

"By the way, is everything going well now?"

Li Manjun didn't want to spread anxiety. Besides, Dongshi was not Rongcheng, and Zhao Yong couldn't help. He smiled and said, "It's okay."

"By the way, Zhou Dabao sent a bunch of things to his house again. They are all things for women. I'll put them under the dressing table for you. You can unpack them yourself when you get back."

Zhao Yong added, "He asked me to tell you. Remember to give him feedback. If you think it is useful, come to your studio to promote it."

I have to say that Zhou Dabao’s trick is really good. Most people can’t afford these things in his company, and Sherry’s customers are all high-end ladies. The studio puts those things casually in the store, and the customers who come to customize clothes feel that Yes, I took it away without blinking an eye when I paid.

And the stores are not free, they can get part of the commission.

Li Manjun didn't like doing this at first because it was too troublesome.

But Zhou Dabao was thick-skinned and sent things to her home again and again. She took advantage of others and tried them carefully afterward to select suitable categories and put them in the clothing store. By mistake, she improved the user experience.

After all, what the customers buy are selected high-quality products, which saves them a lot of time in product selection.

The most popular ones are perfumes, aromatherapy and micro-tech products. Imported products are inherently pretentious. Once the price tag is posted, it can be anywhere from 1888 to 2999. Not only do customers not find it expensive, but they also feel it is not expensive enough.

In Zhao Yong's view, these customers are all being taken advantage of. What's wrong with buying a few thousand yuan? They buy a bunch of things that are of no use but are fast-moving consumables and have no cost-effectiveness.

Li Manjun said with a smile: "The ones they buy are expensive, but they don't want them if they are not expensive."

Expensiveness is a threshold, the simplest threshold that distinguishes ordinary people from noble ladies.

"Rich people like this kind of style." Li Manjun thought for a moment and joked: "What they want is extremely low cost performance."

Zhao Yong thought that he was being taken advantage of. He looked up at the clock on the wall and saw that it was getting late. He warned in a gentle voice: "Stop being so busy. Go to bed first. Have a good rest and don't get exhausted."

"I know, you too, good night." Li Manjun gave the receiver a kiss.

The loud voice reached his ears, and Zhao Yong felt warm in his heart. His thoughts spread, thinking of the cold big bed, he couldn't help but urge again: "Wife, please come back quickly."

He thought about her so much that his heart almost clenched together.

Li Manjun responded with a sweet "Yes", she also missed him and her daughter, and traveling on a business trip was really torturous.

After hanging up the phone, packing up the information on the bed, turning off the bedside lamp, and lying down to sleep, Li Manjun suddenly sat up again.

By the way, she can find Zhou Dabao!

His company's business is importing foreign goods, so he must know something about this terminal.

Thinking that he could select Zhou Dabao as a candidate for free, Li Manjun was not polite and chose to call him immediately.

Zhou Dabao was startled when he received the call late at night. Li Manjun heard his urgent tone and asked jokingly:

"What's wrong with you?"

Zhou Dabao rolled his eyes in the dim living room, and then rushed to his wife who was leaning at the door with eyes full of suspicion and whispered: "It's Manager Li, you know Li Manjun."

The other party then snorted and turned back to the room.

In the middle of the night, she thought it was Yingying Yanyan outside.

Zhou Dabao patted his chest to calm his racing heart and asked doubtfully, "What's the emergency?" He got a call in the middle of the night and almost knelt on the washboard.

Li Manjun suppressed a smile, "If you don't do something bad, don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on your door in the middle of the night. You are obviously a ghost."

But joking is a joke, and serious things should not be left behind.

Li Manjun told Zhou Dabao about his situation in Dongshi and asked him if he knew any reliable warehousing companies.

She really asked the right person. Zhou Dabao was the contact person in the company. He was afraid that his wife in the house would wait, so he quickly gave out a list of contact information, and Li Manjun couldn't copy it quickly.

"You can't say slow down, hurry up and be reincarnated!" Li Manjun was angry.

Zhou Dabao was a little scared of her, so he could only be patient and repeat it again in a low voice.

"Okay, hang up." After receiving the contact information, Li Manjun hung up the phone.

Zhou Dabao: Am I just a tool without feelings? !

Li Manjun had a good night's sleep now that he had an idea of ​​what was important on his mind.

I woke up early in the morning, cleaned up, and immediately took Li Wei and Long Hao to the dock. I looked at the two warehousing companies recommended by Zhou Dabao and finalized the warehousing that afternoon.

After this was done, all the cash in Li Manjun's hands was basically spent.

They stayed in Dongshi for another day to sign the contract and finalize the details. On November 30, Li Manjun finally returned home after being away from home for 21 days.

When Li Manjun opened the door and walked into the house, he was sitting on the floor playing with plasticine, making the floor dirty. Nian Nian raised his head, looked at her for a long time, and then shouted in surprise: "Mom?!"

Li Manjun's eyes were slightly astringent. If he came back a few days late, his daughter might not even recognize her mother.

Wang Xiaojuan, who heard the commotion, walked out of the guest bedroom and said with an excited smile: "Come back, are you tired? Are you cold? Are you hungry? Whatever you want to eat, mom will make it for you."

"You're not hungry, just finish your meal later." Li Manjun put down her luggage, nodded to her mother, walked to Nian Nian, picked up her daughter who couldn't wait to reach out for a hug, and rubbed her little face affectionately. "Have you missed your mother?"

Nian Nian nodded her little head, hugged her mother's neck and never let go, "Think~"

Sister Zhou smiled and asked, "Mr. Zhao doesn't know you're back yet, does he?"

Otherwise, the person who walked into the house would definitely not be Li Manjun. No matter how busy Mr. Zhao was, he would still pick up his wife.

Li Manjun blinked, "I want to give him a surprise."

Sister Zhou and Wang Xiaojuan looked at each other, bored~