Yang Xun had already eaten, but faced with the Song family's warm invitation, he did not refuse and stayed to eat and drink with them.
Yang Xun had always been quick-witted. After spending half a year traveling around outside, he had become even more pleasant with his words. He flattered Song Yunhui's parents until they were delighted, saying that Little Hui was a college student, Xiao Ping was also a college student, and they would both be coming back soon. The Song family was full of talent, so Xiao Ping and Little Hui's children would surely be outstanding as well, and so on.
He also talked about some of what he had seen and heard in Northeast China—the local customs, the effects of reform and opening up there, and things like that. He spoke vividly and colorfully, with a touch of humor.
All in all, he had barely acquired one ten-thousandth of Wang's skill...
But he still could not hide his thoughts. His purpose was written all over his face; even Song Yunhui had noticed it.
After dinner, the three of them smoked and ate watermelon in the courtyard.
Song Yunhui asked, "Yang Xun, you've got something on your mind, don't you?"
Yang Xun felt awkward. He had not expected Song Yunhui to see through him, much less Wang.
So he slapped his hands together. "Little Hui, you really are smart. Here's the thing: I heard Jinzhou is doing pretty well, and I want to set up a stall there to sell some goods."
"Sell what?" Song Yunhui pressed.
Yang Xun naturally turned to look at Wang. "Brother-in-law..."
Before he could continue, Wang had already waved him off. "Jinling sells a great many things, and they all sell very well. We don't lack sales channels. Our current production capacity is