Seeing the sincere smile on the young girl's face and hearing her continuous talk, Boss Wu's wife softened her heart first.
She made a gesture to her husband, then said, "The young girl makes a good point. I'll give it a try then. How do you plan to sell these pickles?"
Upon hearing this, Wan Chu'er was thrilled, and her smile brightened even more. She said, "Thank you, Boss Wu, for giving me this opportunity. I sell these pickled cucumbers by the pound, one yuan per pound. They can be divided into ten small dishes, and you can sell each dish for twenty cents. This way, you can make one yuan per pound.
For the other pickles and salted vegetables, I'll set the price after discussing with my family. I'll bring the other pickles over in a couple of days for you to try before deciding whether you want them."
Boss Wu nodded, finding the price quite reasonable. If they could really sell, profits weren't bad either. Intrigued, he asked: