Many times, a person's change came down to choice. Some chose right and rose step by step; some chose wrong and spent their whole lives unable to find their way out. Circumstances mattered too—who you knew and what you did could have a major impact.
Without a doubt, no one was more qualified to speak on this than Wang Yan.
At the little supermarket on the street corner, Second Aunt clicked her tongue as she looked at the newly opened Juewei Duck Neck shop across the street.
"I really never expected it. Just half a year, and the Qiao family has made it big. Look at all these duck neck shops—they've opened six or seven around here already, haven't they?"
Qi Weimin smiled. "Eight. Qiqi made a special trip around the area to count them."
"You think he can make money opening so many?"
"I asked Wang Yan about it. He said people tended to choose whatever was closer. If they had to turn a corner to get to the one here, they wouldn't bother coming unless they passed by every day. So they had to open more—at least two on one street, one on this side and one on that, then another not far around the corner.
"Only by opening them everywhere could they make people recognize their brand. Otherwise, with so many people opening copycat shops, wouldn't they all steal away their business?"
Second Aunt sighed. "Wang Yan really is something. He casually comes up with an idea, and it turns into a fortune-making business. Even Qiao Zuwang has started strutting around. He came by a couple days ago—you should've seen the way he looked. Wearing a suit and tie, carrying a briefcase, with a pager clipped to his waist, like he was the rich man himself. All