Whether it was sour bamboo shoots or fermented tofu, at this time neither were known to exist. If she really agreed to Wu Zhanggui's business proposal, it would mean selling him the patent rights. It might be convenient in the short term, but what about the long term?
From a long-term perspective, if she did the pickles business herself, it would be a bit more difficult, but today she had a stall, and tomorrow there would be a Storefront. Tomorrow when she opened the Storefront, there would be hope of relying on it to build an industrial chain in the future.
Now, if she were to indulge in short-term comfort and ease by directly sending the prepared sour bamboo shoots and fermented tofu to Guilin Residence, her future would indeed come to a standstill.
For this reason alone, Ji Xinhe could not casually agree to this business deal.
Wu Zhanggui's face changed slightly, and then he asked, "So what do you mean ..."