Rebirth of a Village Girl

Unless…

Mo Baichuan was Mr. Mog himself.

Moreover, the profile she had caught a glimpse of previously did resemble Mo Baichuan quite closely…

And, Mr. Mog had connections with the Mo Family.

Mo Baichuan himself was incredibly talented. He had even studied abroad for four years, and Mr. Mog had also recently returned from overseas.

The more Zheng Xianjing thought about it, the more she became convinced that Mo Baichuan was Mr. Mog. The sense of crisis in her heart deepened. If things continued as they were and Mo Baichuan and Li Xianxian grew closer, she would no longer stand a chance.

She needed to figure out a way to get Mo Baichuan to notice her.

She stirred her coffee, a spark flickering briefly in her eyes.

Just who did Li Xianxian think she was?

Nothing more than an orphan no one wanted!

Did she really think she could compete with her over Mo Baichuan?

The business at the noodle restaurant and milk tea shop was now steadily increasing, so Ni Yang didn’t need to spend so much time worrying, and instead, she decided to focus all her energy on developing skincare products.

Although ordinary facial cleansers, aloe vera gel, etc. were bringing her about 200-3000 yuan in income each month, and the skin brightening and moisturizing cream had a fixed income of 3000 yuan, she hadn’t yet reached her ideal goal.

She wanted to expand her skincare business, transition to brick-and-mortar stores, open branches, and eventually operate on a national, and then global chain level.

Ni Yang mulled over the skincare product line even as she busied herself in the milk tea shop.

She remembered a high-end department store at Beijing city center. Despite countless trials and tribulations, it remained prosperous even in later years.

If she could set up her skincare company’s flagship store in that mall, it would elevate its status.

Always the woman of action, Ni Yang decided to use her lunch break to visit the department store.

The mall was decorated in a European style, and a large poster hung on its exterior.

The poster was not overly fancy.

At the top, it simply read, “News Bulletin” in traditional Chinese characters.

Advertisements were only featured below the news bulletin.

Even the font used was simple and straightforward, unlike the artistic typefaces common in later years.

Ni Yang looked over the square then glanced at the surrounding residential community, making a mental note to buy more properties around this area in the future.

If her memory served her correctly, by future years, the property prices here would have soared to seven figures per square meter, and that’s starting with a 2.

Of course, she planned to buy properties in both Beijing and Shanghai, as well as other first-tier cities.

After all, who would complain about having too much money?

Withdrawing her gaze, Ni Yang headed inside the mall.

After browsing the skincare counters on the first floor, she noticed that the saleswomen were not particularly enthusiastic. They were indifferent to customers, answered reluctantly when questioned, and never proactively recommended products. They didn’t even bother to put on a friendly face.

It would be truly surprising if they could sell anything with that attitude!

Ni Yang frowned discretely.

She had to remember to avoid this pitfail and not follow the trend.

After making a few inquiries, Ni Yang finally reached the mall management’s office, which was responsible for renting out stalls.

The person in charge of the mall was a slightly overweight middle-aged woman named Zhou Hua, who was forty.

Simply glancing at Ni Yang, Zhou Hua responded with indifference, “There will be no stalls available for rent before the Chinese New Year.”

At that time, all the stalls in the mall were managed by Chinese companies, so everyone involved in their management, regardless of their position, were considered leaders.

At least seventy to eighty people came to rent a stall each day and with the ready availability of stalls, there was no fear of them going vacant, which somewhat provoked their arrogance.

They also looked down upon individual stallholders.

An individual stallholder wishing to sell products here had to appeal to them.

But who could blame them? At this time, individual stallholders’ profession was deemed the least promising.

Ni Yang didn’t take offense at Zhou Hua’s attitude. After all, she was currently on the begging end of the deal, “Will there be stalls available after the Chinese New Year?”

“Ask about the availability after the Chinese New Year once it’s actually the Chinese New Year,” Zhou Hua responded impatiently.

“Okay, thank you,” NiYang replied, unfazed by Zhou Hua’s impatience. She set a box on the counter, “I understand that your mall only accepts high-quality products. That’s why I’ve brought a set of skincare product samples for you today. Please, try them. I believe their quality will not disappoint. I’ll come back after the Chinese New Year.”