The fake heiress loves to act? The max-level boss isn't interested in playing along.

"Comrade, I..."

"Just call me Fu Hua."

Cai Xiaoyan nodded: "Fu Hua, thank you so much today. If it weren't for your boyfriend..."

She glanced at Xie Ci, then quickly looked away.

Fu Hua followed her gaze to Xie Ci.

He stood not far away, his back to them, his eyes glancing over them almost imperceptibly.

The two faced off against the four teams. Xie Ci's cold and hard gaze softened instantly, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

He was gesturing to her, "Don't rush, you two can talk slowly."

Fu Hua looked away and asked, "Have you been setting up your stall here all this time?"

She knew Cai Xiaoyan was in business, but she never expected her to be selling vegetables.

This business is not easy.

Exposed to wind and sun, the fabric is too thin; if even one crop is lost, it means losing everything.

Cai Xiaoyan nodded: "We weren't here before, but we heard there was a temple fair here recently, and it's crowded, so we came to try on the skirt."

Sales were going quite well initially, but unexpectedly, on the very first day, we ran into market problems…

"Why not do some other business? Or rent a stall?"

Cai Xiaoyan sighed, looking at the rotten vegetables on the ground: "Actually, I've known for a long time that setting up a stall is not a long-term solution. You might sell today, but you might not be able to sell tomorrow, and it's too seasonal."

I'm not afraid of hardship, I'm just afraid of natural disasters and man-made calamities. If I run into an inspection, I'm finished. But I'm just an ordinary family, where would I get so much capital...

The coldness in Fu Hua's eyes faded slightly, replaced by a bright and clear approval in her gaze.

This girl speaks logically and clearly, and has a friendly look in her eyes.

They can see the problem clearly and know what they lack.

He is a good sales talent.

"So what do you think?"

Fu Hua wanted to test him, so she asked, "What constitutes a long-term solution?"

Cai Xiaoyan paused for a moment, thought for a second, and said, "At the very least, we need a fixed location, a spot, even if it's just a small stall."

Protected from wind and rain, whatever you buy is clean and hygienic, so customers will remember you.

Just like your Huaning Textile, it has its own unique characteristics.

She paused, realizing that such a comparison was inappropriate.

Her voice lowered: "These are just things I've been thinking about randomly. I didn't mean anything by them, Comrade Fu Hua. Please don't overthink it."

"How could that be? It's good that you have ideas. Just that alone puts you ahead of many people. Take your time, there's nothing you can't do."

Fu Hua's expression shifted slightly, her tone sincere: "However, I can also tell that you're not someone who does things on a whim. You're meticulous and articulate."

"If you'd like, I'd like to invite you to work at my shop, how about that?"

These words struck Cai Xiaoyan like a thunderbolt, leaving her completely frozen in place.

His eyes widened slightly, his lips trembled slightly, and he didn't come to his senses for a long time.

Her mother, who was standing behind her, heard this and her eyes lit up immediately.

He rushed over in two strides and grabbed Cai Xiaoyan's arm.

"Xiaoyan! Say yes already! This girl is so great. Didn't you always want to work in the clothing industry? What are you thinking about?"

"Auntie, don't rush, let Xiaoyan think about it slowly."

Cai Xiaoyan didn't speak, and lowered her head to think for a while.

Her mother shook her arm anxiously, saying, "Why aren't you saying anything? Speak up!"

Cai Xiaoyan raised her head and looked at Fu Hua.

"Comrade Fu Hua, thank you for giving me this opportunity."

Her voice was steady, her eyes resolute, "I...can't go."

Her mother was stunned.

Why?

Her mother's voice rose, her eyes filled with disbelief: "Such a good opportunity, what's wrong with you, child? Why do you have to suffer like this?"

"mom."

Cai Xiaoyan interrupted her, looking at Fu Hua, "I don't want to serve people."

Fu Hua looked at her, waiting for her to continue.

Cai Xiaoyan took a deep breath and continued, "I'm not saying that serving others is bad, I'm saying... I want to work for myself, I want to be the boss, not the employee."

She paused, somewhat unsure of herself: "I know I have no capital right now, nothing at all, but I'm still young. I can learn, I can save up, and one day, I will open my own shop."

Her mother opened her mouth, unable to speak for a long time.

Fu Hua looked at her, her eyes lighting up.

Then she smiled and said, "Xiaoyan, I understand what you're thinking. Who wouldn't want to have their own shop and be in charge of their own business?"

Opening a shop isn't just talk; you have to experience the pitfalls to understand things like capital, sourcing, customer acquisition, accounting, and how to judge people.

You are young now, and both saving money and gaining experience take time.

No matter where you step into a pit, it will narrow your path.

Besides, who says that serving others means you can't own your own shop?

Fu Hua briefly explained the store's personnel structure and salary package to Cai Xiaoyan.

"Once you've mastered the ins and outs of the clothing industry and saved enough money, whether you want to work at Huaning Textile or go solo, you'll be set for life and succeed in one step."

Not only will I not stop you, I can also offer you advice.

In this era, policies had just begun to allow small businesses to operate.

Everyone was uncertain, fearing policy changes and being labeled "speculators," so they dared not be too conspicuous on the street.

Although she earns her own money, she lives in constant fear every day.

She took her mother to Beijing alone, not only to earn money, but also to risk her life.

To avoid that person.

What if going to Huaning Textile Company implicates Comrade Fu?

Being recognized and appreciated is incredibly precious to her.

But can she handle it? Can she deal with that person?

What if I disappoint this comrade and am unable to fulfill the task?

If I come back to set up a stall then, I'm afraid someone else will take it away.

Fu Hua noticed Cai Xiaoyan's hesitation and said directly, "Xiaoyan, this matter is not urgent. You don't need to make a decision now. Go back and think it over carefully. Once you've figured it out, come to Hua Ning Textile to find me."

Fu Hua thought of something, took out a pen and paper and wrote down her address: "This is where I live. Whenever you've figured things out and want to talk about how to be a host, you can come find me anytime."

Cai Xiaoyan took the paper, looked down at it, and her hands trembled slightly.

Fu Hua turned around and walked towards the car.

He took two steps, then turned back.

"The aunt has injuries on her face; let's take her to the clinic."

Fu Hua pulled out her pocket: "If you don't have enough money, I have this..."

"That's enough, I have money."

Cai Xiaoyan clutched the paper tightly. "Comrade Fu Hua, you've already gone to so much trouble for me today."

Fu Hua nodded and got into the car.

Xie Ci walked over from the tree and sat in the driver's seat.

The car started and slowly drove forward.

In the rearview mirror, Cai Xiaoyan was still standing there, clutching the note.

Looking at her mother, her eyes were red.

The car was parked in front of Hua Ning Textile. Xie Ci didn't turn off the engine and turned to look at Fu Hua.

"You want her to be the store manager?"

Fu Hua paused as she was about to unbuckle her seatbelt, then turned to look at him.

"You're standing that far away, how could you hear me?"

Xie Ci nodded, a hint of pride on his lips: "I've always had exceptionally good hearing. When I was little, my dad and mom would whisper to each other, thinking I was asleep, but I could hear everything."

Fu Hua looked at him, her eyes narrowing slightly.

He thought to himself: No wonder he's so familiar with certain things; he's been learning them since he was a child.

"Then I'll have to be careful if I talk bad about you in the future."