Chapter 102 They all looked like monsters seeing Tang Sanzang's flesh.

Ling Yue was seen off.

Three generations of the family gathered together to discuss the details.

"Is it reliable? Could it be a scam?" Grandpa Huang, seeing that his daughter and granddaughter were both silent, stepped forward to ask.

Huang Qianhua was applying hand cream to her hands, looked up at her elderly father, and asked, "What would they scam us for?"

"Our craftsmanship! Tell me, if she hires us, could it be that she wants to secretly observe and then steal our techniques?" Grandpa Huang lowered his voice as if he were a thief.

Li Hua tore open a bag of cookies and crunched on them. Hearing her grandfather's words, she laughed so hard that some crumbs sprayed out:

"Stealing techniques isn't as simple as becoming an apprentice. My mom was openly accepting apprentices a few years ago. If that young lady really wanted to learn, she would have inquired about it beforehand. Why would she need to spend over a hundred thousand on a qipao just to learn the craft? And go through so many roundabout ways?"

"That's true. It seems she really has taken a liking to your craftsmanship, daughter." Grandpa Huang felt a little proud.

Running their small shop, they could make at most 200,000 a year.

A million-dollar annual salary would be enough to keep them busy for five years.

As soon as his daughter took action, she showed what she was capable of!

Grandpa Huang rubbed his chin, "Then what are we hesitating for? Someone offering a million-dollar salary is a recognition of us.

Artisans need to eat too; there's no point in being aloof. How silly that would be."

"Mom is probably worried about what will happen to the shop's business after we start working for that young lady."

It's often said that a mother and daughter share a heart.

Huang Qianhua gave Li Hua a 'you're such a clever one' look.

She nodded and said, "What Huahua said is exactly what I'm worried about."

"I'll manage the shop's business. Don't we still have another veteran master? At the very least, we can take on fewer orders." To help achieve the million-dollar salary, Grandpa Huang was the first to stand up and support it.

Li Hua gave the old man a thumbs up and offered a plan: "I have the same thought as Grandpa.

I don't think that young lady stipulated that we couldn't keep our shop open after signing with her.

Her intention was likely just to sign you, Mom, and the embroidery master behind the scenes.

Therefore, we could totally establish a studio, hire some veteran tailors to sit in the shop, and run the store as usual.

You've been teaching me for the past six months since I came home, and I've learned almost everything. From now on, I'll manage the family business, and Grandpa can just help me out~ to avoid tiring you out."

The wrinkles on Grandpa Huang's face deepened, "Oh my, then I'll be able to enjoy myself~"

Huang Qianhua also thought her daughter's suggestion was a viable path.

"Then tomorrow I'll go ask Aunt Jiang. She is the best embroidery master in our shop. If she doesn't agree, I don't think the signing will work out."

Having eaten too many cookies, her mouth felt a bit dry. Li Hua downed a glass of water, wiped her mouth, and said, "This is a good thing; I think Aunt Jiang will definitely agree."

Huang Qianhua shot a glare at her daughter, "Are you finished eating? If you're done, hurry up and get to work. Working from home and still slacking off every day."

"Mom, you're quite trendy, you even know what 'slacking off' means. You must be watching short videos behind my back a lot." Li Hua joked to divert her mother's attention, while her hands slowly tore open the packaging bag...

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Walking out of the shop.

Qu Shu clearly saw a hint of regret on her boss's face.

She proactively asked, "Boss, should I have Housekeeper Cheng come over to talk to them?"

"No need." Cheng Jiao wasn't a spinning top; she had work in her own hands, how could she find the time?

"I left my phone number. If they figure it out, they will contact me on their own.

As for us, we are here to travel; having a good time is the most important thing."

In the blink of an eye, Ling Yue raised a smile, completely dispelling the regret in her eyes.

She pointed to a small handmade knitting stall not far away, "So cute, let's go over and take a look!"

Ling Yue's emotions came and went quickly.

At this moment, she was attracted by the cute little trinkets, her eyes sparkling.

The stall wasn't big, and it was hung and laid out with various colorful knitted goods.

On a steel pole to the right, a bright round white light hung. The stall owner sat under the light, holding knitting tools. Her fingers quickly poked, picked, and hooked, and in a short while, a small and cute flower took shape.

For some reason, the stall owner felt a strange burning sensation on top of her head.

As soon as she looked up, she found several strange tourists staring straight at her.

The stall owner greeted them, feeling quite embarrassed, "Feel free to look around, everyone. All the products are handmade by me."

Stylist assistant Guaner picked up a pink and white flower-knitted phone bag, "This is pretty, how much is it?"

"95 yuan," the stall owner replied.

Guaner subconsciously put down the bag and blurted out an exclamation, "Wow… so expensive." With 95 yuan, she could buy 10 on Pinduoduo.

Perhaps too many people had asked this question.

The stall owner answered very calmly instead: "The materials aren't expensive, but the labor is. It takes me more than three hours to crochet this bag.

The quality is sturdier than what's sold online. The bottom has been treated to be hard, so it won't sag when holding heavy objects."

Seeing that Guaner had no intention of buying, she pointed to a small box on the right side of the stall, which contained some simpler-styled hair flowers and hair clips, "If you think it's expensive, you can look at the promotional items in this box. 5 yuan for one, 12 yuan for three."

"This suits me." Guaner chuckled twice and very seriously picked out 3 hair clips and paid for them.

Seeing that this young stall owner was very honest, Ling Yue decided to let her get off work early.

"I want all the products on your stall. Pack them all up and calculate the price." Ling Yue could guarantee that all these things added together might not even be as expensive as a pair of her shoes.

The young stall owner was surprised, her hand slipped, and the needle came off the yarn.

"Oh!" She exclaimed, and while the loop hadn't tightened yet, she hurriedly threaded the needle back in.

Then she carefully placed her knitting tools to one side, looked straight at Ling Yue with her sparkling eyes, and asked again in an uncertain tone, "Are you packing everything?"

She made a circle over the stall with both hands.

Ling Yue shook her phone, "Yes, where do I pay?"

"You, you wait a moment, let me calculate first." The young stall owner was a bit flustered.

Having set up a stall for so long, this was the first time she had encountered a complete clear-out.

Large items like bags, hats, and flower blankets were packed in kraft paper bags. Small items like hair clips, hair flowers, headscarves, doll pendants, coin purses, and coasters had to be put in plastic bags first to avoid tangling.

With Qu Shu and others helping, it was packed up very quickly.

The young stall owner tapped on her phone, and the further she got, the higher the curve of her mouth became.

Finally, she laughed so hard her gums were exposed, "It's 4812 yuan in total."

Ling Yue took her phone, scanned the code, and paid the money.

"Received! Thank you!" The young stall owner held her phone, her tone becoming joyful because she was so happy.

All the products on the stall were either handmade by herself or sourced from fellow knitting enthusiasts.

It took 3 days to gather enough stock to set up the stall.

Business had become increasingly difficult in the last two years. Selling four or five hundred at a time was the limit, and during the off-season for tourism, she would go home empty-handed.

Today's earnings were often the result of more than half a month's work in the past; how could she not be happy?

Ling Yue turned her head back.

Liang Hanlin stepped forward and distributed the packed kraft paper bags from the stall to his fellow bodyguard colleagues.

Having someone to carry bags while shopping allowed one to buy, buy, buy without any worries!

Ling Yue said goodbye to the young stall owner and continued to visit the next stall.

However, the scene that just happened had already been seen by many stall owners nearby. At this moment, they all looked at Ling Yue like monsters seeing Tang Monk's flesh, their eyes filled with possessiveness and desire.

"Young lady, come take a look at my stall. These accessories are all designed and made by me, one of a kind, absolutely no duplicates."

"Little girl, do you need fridge magnets? We have tassel styles and glowing styles. Look, how pretty they are!"

"Homemade wine and green plum wine, low alcohol content, high sweetness, would you like to try some, little girl?"

"Young lady, do you need photos taken? 299 includes styling and makeup, guaranteed to turn out great."

Listening to it in Ling Yue's ears, it sounded like the Spare Rib Demon holding a handkerchief: "Brother Monk~ Lei a lei a~~"

Goosebumps: Are they calling me?

Ling Yue shivered and quickly fled the area near the knitting stall.

[resentment value: 63%]

[resentment value: 64%]

[resentment value: 67%]

Ling Yue: ???

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