Shen Muyan found Lu Qin's joke perfectly normal and reasonable.
For now, Lu Qin had no need to increase his supply at all. At his current sales volume, three months of street-stall earnings would be enough to buy a Bentley.
She had personally lined up to buy fried rice noodles and experienced firsthand just how wildly popular Lu Qin's snack stall was and how astonishing its sales were.
At an ordinary stall, a wave of customers might come by every ten minutes or so.
But at Lu Qin's snack stall, one wave of customers came after another. He never had to worry about having no customers; instead, he had to worry about not having enough food to sell.
After all, Lu Qin's income had long surpassed the salary of a CEO like herself, even one managing eight five-star hotels.
Of course, that didn't include shares.
Shen Muyan asked, "What have you decided about Ouyang Lin's matter?"
Ouyang Lin's promised investment had yet to arrive. Shen Muyan knew it wasn't because he refused to pay, but because he was deliberately dragging it out so she would talk Lu Qin into agreeing to make Liver Paste Soup for the birthday banquet.
Naturally, Shen Muyan wasn't persuading Lu Qin for the sake of the investment, since Ouri Hotel had already signed an agreement with Shengyang Group. The money would arrive sooner or later.
She was considering things from Lu Qin's perspective. Shengyang Group was one of Hai City's top conglomerates, and getting the chance to make Liver Paste Soup at Old Master Ouyang's birthday banquet was an opportunity other chefs would fight tooth and nail for. For Lu Qin, it could only bring benefits.
Besides, it wasn't like he would be helping for free. Ouyang Lin would definitely give him a hefty red