Wanjin Lady

"Today is the opening day, so we have to let the common people have a look." Wen Wan smiled like a wicked capitalist. "I've carefully selected these people. Don't be fooled by Sister Zhu's simple attire, but she lives in the largest alley in Bozhou City, and she's a big talker. As soon as she leaves this Red Mansion today, she'll definitely let everyone in the alley know what it looks like and what business we do."

"The Red Mansion does screen its guests, but it also has to leave a little space to let outsiders know that entering the Red Mansion is something worth showing off."

"When guests enter the Red Mansion, they are not only offered milk tea and storybooks, but more importantly... they are also treated with dignity and respect."

"And the feeling of dignity and respectability... can be artificially created."

Mo Sufang's eyes lit up.

As the storyteller said the words "See you next time" in a vigorous voice, just as Wen Wan had expected, the scene immediately exploded.

"Why is it gone? Isn't the show over yet?"

"I was just getting into it! Damn it! Not only did this fake daughter steal someone's parents, she even tried to rob them of their marriage! Hurry up, keep going! Even if I have to stay in the Red Mansion today, I have to finish listening to this storybook!"

Someone was already looking for Wen Wan, "Miss Wen, is this drama over?"

Wen Wan could only smile and appease everyone, "This show is endless! The next one will be in three days! Sisters who want to catch up can come back in three days!"

"Ah, you little lady, you clearly want to trap us here and sell us your sweet soup, right?"

Wen Wan saw that it was Miss Luo who had forced her to drink last time, and she burst out laughing on the spot. "I'm sorry, Miss Luo, there's always someone who's dishonest. I'm a businessman, so naturally I'm cunning. If you guys want to follow 'True or False Daughter', you'd better come early in three days to grab a spot!"

"What do you mean?!"

"Today, the Red Mansion is opening, and we've invited some familiar sisters to help boost popularity. You all have invitations that I personally delivered. But tomorrow, the Red Mansion will open its doors to welcome guests, so naturally, there will be many guests. 'The True and False Daughter' will be repeated tomorrow, and the next performance will be in three days, so you better come early to reserve a seat!"

"By the way, if you sisters are bored after the opera, you can go to the reading room on the third floor. There are many storybooks there, as well as sofas and a bar. You can relax and unwind."

Cries of "Alas" rose one after another from the crowd.

"I finally understand what Shopkeeper Wen was talking about just now, catching up on the anime! Isn't this just following the anime? We have to come early in three days to grab a seat. I'm telling you, I just observed that the second row is the best. It's just above the height of the wall, so you can get a little breeze without being too hot!"

Some people were trying to grab a seat, some were studying milk tea, some were lamenting Wen Wan's unscrupulous way of making money, and some were dragging their sisters up to the third floor to join in the fun.

Sun Lanzhi was very curious about the reading room on the third floor, so she pulled her sisters up there.

At this moment, a person quickly passed by Wen Wan.

As soon as the man walked out of the gate of the Red Mansion, he immediately got into a carriage parked in the alley.

This person is Mrs. Lei. Wen Wan has never met her, but she has invested nearly a thousand taels in the business of the Red Mansion. Lei Zexin is not in a position to interfere in the business of the Red Mansion, so he asked his wife to sneak in on the first day of opening to gather information.

Mrs. Lei was still thinking about the play she had just watched, but she was still very interested in talking about business. "Today, there are at least fifty or sixty people coming to the Red Mansion. They are all the relatives of officials or wealthy families in the city. Even the daughter of the magistrate is here! They sell some sweet soups and milk tea, which is very novel. They also have the most orders. And that play—"

"That play is only told once every three days. Judging from what Shopkeeper Wen is saying, it will take ten days to half a month."

Lei Zexin immediately interjected: "Just like the "Legend of Jiaojiao"?"

"More or less. But longer." Lei Zexin clapped his hands and laughed. "Looks like this Red Mansion business is doing really well!"

Mrs. Lei rolled her eyes at him and said, "The money has already been invested. It's too late to decide whether to do it or not!"

"It's because Shopkeeper Wen is so strong-willed that I can't interfere with the Red Mansion's business, but I'm really worried..."

Mrs. Lei laughed at him, "A grown man's word is his bond. Since you promised not to interfere with the business of the Red Mansion, then keep your word. Besides, I just observed Shopkeeper Wen. This woman is first-rate in terms of interpersonal skills and business acumen. This Red Mansion is only for making money! Just wait and see, it will soon be all the rage in Bozhou City! It will become the private retreat of the truly wealthy and powerful women! You, just let Shopkeeper Wen make the money!"

Although the opening of the Red Mansion was silent, many people in the city did not receive the gentle opening invitation, but they still paid attention to every move of the Red Mansion.

"You mean...she's doing some new anime-watching event?"

At the Yuan family compound, before dinner, Madam Yuan met the spy she had sent to the Red Mansion, a distant niece of hers. The niece was also very tactful. Even without an invitation, she had followed her sister-in-law into the Red Mansion and returned not empty-handed.

——She brought back a pot of syrup.

The elder lady's eyesight was not very sharp, but she immediately noticed the small sticker with Wen Wan's portrait on the wine jug.

It was exactly the same as the small statue that Meixiang found in Cheng Yunzhang’s room that day!
At this point, the elder lady still doesn't understand.

But her face turned blue and then white, and then white and then blue again, and in the end she just asked calmly about the business in the Red Mansion. When she heard about milk tea, sofa, and watching anime, she didn't understand anything, but she could read the excitement on her niece's face.

Well, these should all be good things.

Wen Wan is such an amazing woman!
"It's similar to 'The Story of Jiao Jiao' at the Lantern Festival, except it's longer. They say it'll be performed continuously for at least a dozen times."

She had seen the power and long-tail effect of "The Legend of Jiao Jiao". The elder lady seemed worried. "Well, in this way, at least the Red Mansion can guarantee business for more than ten days."

On the day of the Lantern Festival, Wen Wan had also promised to write a suitable script for Cheng's Winery.

But later the two sides fell out and the matter was left unresolved.

"But there's no need to panic. The Red Mansion is not a big place and can only accommodate a hundred people at most. Even if it is full, it can't be compared with Cheng Changchang's Changchun Dharma Wine."

The elder lady smiled and said, "You are quite sweet-talking. Thank you for your hard work this time."

After exchanging a few pleasantries with her distant niece, the old lady was not very energetic. The niece was very perceptive and probably guessed that the old lady was worried that the Red Mansion would steal her business, so she found an excuse to leave.

The elder lady was indeed worried, but she was not worried about business.

Yan Ma sent her distant niece away, and when she came back she saw the house was gloomy. The old lady was sitting there with a hunched back, and she had truly become a shriveled old woman.

Seeing Yan Ma enter the room, the elder lady pointed to the pot of sweet fruit juice on the table.

She said this with a smile on her face, "Look at my good son, he has even learned to secretly collect portraits of women."

Aunt Yan had already seen the portrait, but now she could only purse her lips and remain silent, not daring to say a word. (End of Chapter)