340: Chapter 340: Shopkeeper Ma_1 340: Chapter 340: Shopkeeper Ma_1 Sanniâs brow furrowed, then smoothed out instantly.
Indeed, this was just a small town, nothing to make a fuss over.
Her eldest sisterâs intentions meant that, in the future, they would venture to the county seats, prefectural cities, and even BeijingâŠ
The hand by her side clenched unconsciously, stirring a vague sense of excitement within her.
They soon arrived at the entrance of Baiwei Restaurant.
It was still early, not yet mealtime, so the doors were closed.
Gazing at the gilded signboard, Yang Ruxin couldnât help but sigh.
The scene of peddling food at a restaurant had ultimately unfolded in her life.
However, one day, she was determined to own such an establishment herself.
âLetâs go, letâs head to the back door.â After a moment, Yang Ruxin, pulling Sanni along, walked to the back door.
âYou can go now, our shopkeeper wonât see you.â Approaching the back door, they saw a man resembling a waiter shooing away another man carrying two baskets.
âBut these chickens are from my own farm, and these fish, I caught them myself, they are absolutelyâŠâ
âUncle,â the young waiter sighed, âitâs not that we donât trust you, but the restaurant has its rules.
We canât just use anything to prepare food for our customers.
What if thereâs a problem?
Our ingredients are all supplied by specific people with guarantors.â He smiled slightly, âIf you can find a guarantor, maybe we could take your products.â
The man deflated instantly.
A guarantor?
Where was he supposed to find one?
âUncle, you might as well try the market.â The young waiter, Xiaxia, smiled, âYou might get lucky and sell them thereâŠâ
The man sighed and had no choice but to pick up his carrying pole and walk away.
âBig sister, will the restaurant accept our goods?â Sanni asked, watching the manâs retreating figure with some concern.
âWe have a guarantor.â Yang Ruxin smiled, then stepped forward to the young waiter who was about to close the door, âBrother, I am Yang Ruxin from Dapu East Village, is the shopkeeper in?â
The young waiter frowned and was about to shake his head when a voice came from behind, âIs it Miss Yang?
Please, come in!â
Hearing this, the young waiter hurriedly opened the back door.
A portly man approached, sizing up Yang Ruxin and nodded slightly: âI am the shopkeeper here, my name is Ma Zhong.
Letâs talk inside.â
Yang Ruxin knew she wouldnât meet Shen Wanyin, but she also knew that being a shopkeeper meant being a loyal hound of the Shen Family; to some extent, that represented the Shen Family itself.
Thus, she dared not take him lightly.
Nonetheless, the flicker of scorn in Ma Zhongâs eyes moments before had not escaped her notice.
He was disdainful of their sisterâs poor attire.
Although she felt displeased inwardly, Yang Ruxin didnât let it show on her face.
She was here to do business, and as long as the deal succeeded, other minor details could be overlooked.
Seated in a private room on the second floor, Ma Zhong was very courteous and had refreshments served.
After all, the master had ordered that this girl should be treated well.
As for the business, a rough deal would do.
Even buying the goods with silver to throw them away was acceptableâafter all, she had a powerful backer.
However, he simply couldnât fathom how such a rustic country girl managed to catch the eye of His Highness Prince Yi.
It seemed her methods were extraordinarily clever.
Of course, such affairs were not for a shopkeeper to comment on.
It was best to send her on her way rather quicklyâhe wasnât eager to indulge in childâs play.