Farmer girl swaps husbands: buys a sickly villain and pampers him

Chapter 192 Jealousy
Early in the morning, Su Yaoguang assigned new tasks to everyone.

The shop's business couldn't be affected, so Zhang Zhaodi and Zhang Pandi, along with their staff, continued to manage the business.

Jiang Jing was a renowned female doctor in the surrounding area, and the number of people seeking her treatment was increasing daily, her income from this practice almost matching the sales she made each day. Jia Chunni was Jiang Jing's assistant. Neither of them could be moved and had to remain at their original posts.

All she can currently rely on are Zhang Yingdi and two slightly less busy employees.

However, she is now quite prestigious in the county town, and as long as she posts job openings, she believes that many people will come to apply for jobs soon.

For five consecutive days, Su Yaoguang interviewed a steady stream of job seekers. After five days, she finally selected fifty new employees and chose a location for the new workshop.

Her cooperation with Cui Rong, the young master of Jinlefang, has been officially established. Now she is in a hurry to get this batch of goods out and hand them over to Cui Rong so that she can sit back and wait for Cui Rong to send her money.

"What's that loud noise over there? What's going on?"

Jiang Yihuan has been working on her embroidery at the workshop for the past few days. She finally finished her work and can now go out for some fresh air.

As soon as she stepped outside, she saw a large crowd across the street and asked the embroiderer next to her.

The embroiderer glanced at it and said, "Boss Su from Taoyao Workshop has rented the space across the street to use as a new workshop."

"Taoyao Workshop?" Jiang Yihuan's expression was not good. "They've opened a workshop again?"

“That’s right,” the embroiderer said. “It takes us several days to embroider one piece, and we’re practically blind from it, but we don’t earn much money. Other women, who are about our age, have bigger and bigger businesses. We’re all women, so why are some people so lucky?”

Jiang Yihuan clenched her fist.

Why is Su Yaoguang's life getting better and better, while Xiao Yanci's life has become increasingly unlucky ever since she bought him? Is it really as her mother said, that Xiao Yanci is a jinx?
But lately, she keeps having dreams where Xiao Yanci becomes the top scholar in the imperial examination. In her dreams, Xiao Yanci is so glorious, making her feel that he should be such a brilliant and upright person.

Perhaps that dream was a premonition, a reminder that as long as she waited patiently, Xiao Yanci would one day rise to prominence.

"I'm going back now," Jiang Yihuan said to the embroiderer beside her.

After Jiang Yihuan left, another embroiderer spat in Jiang Yihuan's direction and said, "That slut just arrived, and she's getting double pay. Why should she get paid?"

“You yourself called her a slut, so what else could it be?” the embroiderer who had spoken earlier said. “I saw the boss keep her behind alone, and the two of them were very intimate.”

"Really? Jiang Yihuan is married."

"So what if she's married? Getting married doesn't stop her from flirting with other men. Besides, she can get extra money by flirting; what wouldn't she do?"

Su Yaoguang's workshop officially started. She spent more and more time in the workshop every day, and as soon as the first batch of goods was ready, she immediately called Cui Rong over to inspect them.

"How is it?" Su Yaoguang asked.

"The fact that Taoyaofang's goods are selling so well is already the answer. Now, with even better packaging, the price can be raised even further."

"The prices of high-end suits can be raised, but the prices of ordinary suits should not be raised. Ordinary people are not well-off and cannot afford to spend too much money on dressing up."

Cui Rong looked at her strangely: "Do you think someone who's willing to spend money on cosmetics would be reluctant to spend money on makeup?"

“Those customers are certainly willing to spend. But my philosophy is that I hope all women in the world can love themselves more. They toil every day, devoting themselves to their families, men, and children, and only think of themselves last. If I had a product that ordinary women could afford, wouldn’t they love themselves a little more sometimes?” Cui Rong: “…Boss Su, you’re so soft-hearted, you’re really not a suitable businessman.”

Su Yaoguang shrugged, looking like she couldn't refute it.

"There should only be one piece, the packaging can be simple, and the quantity can be small, just make it something that everyone can afford, as a gift to women all over the world."

"Alright. Although I don't understand, I respect your decision."

Cui Rong picked up the "Casual" face cream that Su Yaoguang had mentioned. As she said, this batch of goods didn't have fancy packaging; it was just packaged in a very small porcelain bottle. The bottle had the Taoyaofang logo on top and a sentence below: "Love yourself a little more, live a little more freely, and let your smile be a little brighter."

"By the way, Mr. Su, I have selected one hundred waitresses to learn skincare techniques from your people. When would you like to arrange that?"

"Young Master Cui doesn't make a move unless it's truly extraordinary. We're too busy during the day to find the time, so how about we have class in the evening?"

"can."

"It's lunchtime now, let's go eat. Since we're in a cooperative relationship, it's my treat, let's celebrate our first collaboration."

This young master Cui stopped causing her trouble and stopped speaking in a sarcastic tone. Plus, he was already good-looking, so he looked much more pleasing to the eye.

The dance studio. Cui Rong looked at the dancers performing on the stage, then glanced around, and awkwardly said, "Didn't you say we were going to eat?"

“Yes, let’s eat.” Su Yaoguang said while clapping her hands. “I gave the owner of the dance hall a suggestion, and now their food is almost as good as Jiang’s Restaurant. Haven’t you noticed that their business is much better than before? It’s not only because the dancers’ makeup and costumes are more beautiful, but also because their food is almost as good as that of a restaurant.”

Cui Rong looked at the dancers' makeup and asked, "You've expanded your business to dance halls?"

"Is there anything strange about that? Aren't the girls in the dance hall big customers? And what about brothels and male prostitutes? They use a lot of rouge and face powder there."

Cui Rong: "..."

Su Yaoguang and Cui Rong were standing very close. It was so noisy that they couldn't hear each other at all unless they were close.

The two were standing close together, which was perceived as intimate behavior by someone in the upstairs room.

Seeing that Zhou Wangshu was about to crush the cup in his hand, Chen Buyu quickly saved his cup from his grasp.

"Brother, this teacup is part of a set. If one is broken, the whole set looks bad."

Zhong Chushan looked out the window and said, "Speaking of which, this young master Cui is really good-looking. Look at his fair and delicate face, he's no less handsome than Wang Shu."

Zhou Wangshu looked at Zhong Chushan with a deep gaze: "Am I that ugly?"

"Even if you're jealous, you can't just lie through your teeth! This young master Cui is as beautiful as a peach blossom, even prettier than a woman. How is he ugly?"

“It’s so ugly,” Zhou Wangshu said, sitting down in front of the zither.

When the music began, the dancers outside stopped.

When Zizhan performs, it's entirely based on his mood; sometimes he'll just stop playing mid-performance. His audience has grown accustomed to his capricious nature and increasingly appreciates his personality, which has led to the dance hall's business booming, attracting many visitors from far and wide.