My sister broke off her engagement to marry someone richer? My older sister married me and became in

The twelve boxes were lined up in a row.

The people below craned their necks to peer into the counter.

"Playing tricks," the fat old man muttered.

Wu Dafa, huddled inside his tattered overcoat, spat on the ground.

"You think you can get rid of these living devils with a few broken wooden boxes? Dream on."

"Old Wu, I have a feeling this woman's up to no good."

"Bad my foot!" Wu Dafa glared. "Even if she brings out the Emperor himself, if she can't produce the goods today, her reputation will still be ruined!"

Xiao Si chimed in from the side.

"The boss is right, I think they're going to try and pay off their debt with junk."

Lin Xiulan reached out and lifted the brass clasp of the box in the center.

A stack of stiff cardboard business cards with a dark gold sheen lay there.

Lin Xiulan picked up the top one.

"Everyone."

"The 99 yuan set meal we just had was a welcome gift from Xiushan Industry to everyone."

"I know that there are many distinguished guests present who have higher requirements for quality."

"There's a new set meal that's better quality, but it's also more expensive."

The fat old man who had grabbed Monkey Three's collar earlier was getting impatient.

"Just tell me how much this thing costs!"

"Two hundred and ninety-nine dollars."

"Premium package, no bargaining."

Several gasps of cold air were heard in the lobby.

Two hundred and ninety-nine yuan.

This is almost half a year's salary for an ordinary worker.

How about buying a few packs of wild mushrooms and wood ear fungus?

"This is robbery!"

"You could buy two Forever brand bicycles at the department store!"

"Let's go, let's not buy anymore. They're treating us like suckers."

Some people turned around and tried to squeeze out.

Lin Xiulan patted the dust off her hands.

"Ma'am, please let me finish."

"This 299 yuan isn't just for buying wood ear mushrooms and mushrooms."

She turned around and took out two thumb-sized glass bottles from a box next to her.

The bottle opening was sealed with red wax.

A dark red liquid seeped out from inside.

"This is called deer antler blood wine."

"It is made with the blood from the antler tips of six-year-old wild sika deer deep in the Changbai Mountains, combined with ginseng rootlets that are fifty years old."

"It greatly replenishes vital energy; you can't buy it even if you have money outside."

She then pointed to another small, transparent jar.

"These are slices of wild ginseng. We guarantee that all the ginseng in our set meals is over 60 years old."

"My boss, Lu Qingshan, specifically asked the oldest mountain runner in the forest area to use a special channel."

"We're all people who care about appearances. If we put this kind of stuff out there, even the department store's special-supply counters won't be able to get it."

Lin Xiulan's gaze swept over the several veteran cadres in the front row.

"Vice President Qian of the Provincial Pharmaceutical Corporation personally led people from a national-level laboratory to inspect our goods."

"Tenfold compensation for any counterfeit product. One of these premium-grade health supplements is included with each quarterly package."

"Exclusively for those who truly understand and need to improve their health."

"Everyone, which is more important, health or money? I don't need to tell you, do I?"

The few veteran cadres below exchanged glances.

At their level, money is just a number; health is the real currency.

The tone of the discussion changed.

People who initially thought it was too expensive started exchanging glances.

The fat old man cleared his throat.

"Boss Lin, is your wine really made with wild deer antler blood?"

"Take it back and have a sip. You won't taste any wild flavor. I'll take the nameplate off and give it to you to use as firewood." Lin Xiulan met his gaze.

Lin Xiulan didn't give this group of people much time to think.

"This kind of top-quality mountain product can't be produced in much of Changbai Mountain in a year."

"So this is the 299 yuan premium package."

"Each store in the entire provincial capital is limited to only one hundred slots."

"Sold out today, while supplies last. Even if you bring gold bars to exchange for them later, you won't be able to add a single spot."

"Because we want to guarantee the quality and quantity of our products from Xiushan!"

The combination of hunger and a sense of privilege is terrifyingly powerful.

"I want it!"

The fat old man was the first to react.

He slammed a handful of banknotes onto the spot where the coin had just fallen.

"Make me three copies!"

"My father-in-law is coughing, and these ginseng slices will come in handy!"

The people in the back row got anxious.

"Why should you buy three?! There are only one hundred spots available!"

"That's right! Young man, remember this: Provincial Party Committee Family Compound, Section Two!"

"I'll add ten yuan, get it done for me first!"

Those family members who initially complained about the price are now asking for more than anyone else.

This time, the package deal no longer includes mountain products.

It's about status, something to talk about when chatting with others in the compound.

The third spare metal box that Chen Meili brought was quickly filled.

The man found a rough cloth sack used for dried fruit and started throwing handfuls of banknotes into it.

The air in the lobby was scorching hot.

Waving banknotes, crushed leather hats, and stomped leather boots.

They were all crowded in front of the counter.

"Ouch! Why are you tugging at my sleeve!"

A sharp shout of curses erupted from the right side of the crowd.

Two elegant ladies, sporting permed curls and wearing matching wool coats, were fiercely arguing over a single bill.

"Li Suhua, don't be shameless!" The tall woman blushed.

"I was the one who gave my name first!"

"Bullshit! I handed over the money first!" the short woman retorted without backing down.

"You called me 'good sister' in the courtyard yesterday, and now you're turning your back on me for trying to snatch a spot?"

Monkey San was caught in the middle, in a dilemma.

"Ladies, this is the last spot left, please stop tearing it up."

The tall woman took out another fifty yuan from her bag and slapped it on the table.

"I'll pay more!"

"I'm taking this last one!"

"Showing off your money, huh?" The short woman pulled out a hundred dollars and slapped it down.

This display left everyone around dumbfounded.

Lin Xiulan stepped forward and separated the two.

"Ladies, we at Xiushan Industry don't earn this kind of extra money."

She turned around and took out two bamboo skewers of different lengths from the drawer.

Clutching it in my hand, only the flat top part is visible.

"The last spot will be decided by drawing lots."

"Those who are selected will receive the goods; those who are not selected will receive a gift of dried black fungus as an apology."

The two ladies exchanged a glance.

The shorter woman reached out and took a cigarette first.

Short visa.

The tall woman held the long slip of paper and laughed triumphantly.

"You flatter me, Sister Suhua."

The short woman stamped her foot, took the bag of apology fungus, and squeezed out the door without looking back.

The final exclusive package has now been sold.

In just over half an hour.

One hundred dark gold business cards were distributed and all were gone.

The noisy crowd gradually dispersed, carrying with them a sense of satisfaction and superiority.

Lin Xiulan stood in the empty shop.

Chen Meili dragged the sack full of banknotes behind the counter.

"Sister Xiulan."

"Twenty-nine thousand nine hundred dollars."

Adding to the previous nearly 50,000, Xiushan Industry's single-day income today is approaching the 80,000 mark.

Across the street.

"Old Wu..." the fat boss's voice was weak.

"They've... sold out already?"

Wu Dafa's lips turned purple.

The teeth are knocking against each other.

"Two hundred and ninety-nine... Are these people scrambling to buy it?"

Only then did he understand.

The people from Xiushan Industry don't even bother competing with them for those few cents in profits on Zhongshan Road.

They're playing within certain circles.

Even if Wu Dafa had ten times the courage, he couldn't learn such a method.

……

It got dark.

The streetlights on Zhongshan Road lit up one after another.

The shop assistants were all exhausted and collapsed on the long benches, but their eyes were shining with excitement.

Lin Xiulan's back ached so much it felt like it was about to break.

But she wanted to tell him about today's spectacular event even more...