What's So Great About Being a CEO? Wouldn't Running a Street Stall Be Better? (37)
Unfortunately, apart from those two transactions, no one came to buy anything else that evening.
Just like the night before, aside from those who came to look or ask questions, there were only people laughing at her for being so desperate to make money.
It had even made her start wondering whether she had set her prices too high.
By the time she closed her stall at nearly eleven, she still hadn't made another sale. Su Qiao was genuinely discouraged.
444 was browsing online when it suddenly came across that video too.
Looking at the lively comment section, it felt a little proud.
Its host was beautiful and dashing, with excellent skills. She could capture human traffickers and save people with golden needles.
Host, you're famous now. Your little stall might become famous too.
"Oh."
Su Qiao was sprawled sideways in the bamboo chair, continuing to read without looking up, using the streetlights and the lights outside the clothing store behind her.
The reclining bamboo chair was something Boss Li had insisted on carrying over, saying he was worried she would get tired.
She couldn't refuse his kindness. Besides, sitting on the little stool for too long really did make her legs numb, so Su Qiao simply stopped being fussy.
There probably weren't many people who could run a street stall as impressively as she did.
At least, there wasn't a second one anywhere along this entire Night Market street.
Why don't we upload a product-introduction video to a video site? Or we could just livestream the street stall. 444 was getting eager to do something.
Su Qiao raised her wrist to check the time. It was already ten forty, and she would be closing