Zhao Qiuxue was still in a daze, but the waiter following Jiang Nian quickly left.
Encountered a lunatic.
Bad luck.
Jiang Nian didn't care about the waiter's gaze. When out and about, the identity you give yourself is what matters; feeling good is the most important.
"No worries, just saying."
After the two sat down again, Zhao Qiuxue didn't pretend to be authoritative, and frankly, she couldn't. So she straightforwardly asked,
"My old friend is planning to start a community group buying service for organic vegetables."
Hearing this, Jiang Nian's eyelid twitched.
He indeed had a relative doing business in community group buying. In the end, they didn't lose money, but didn't make much either.
"How to do that?"
"Find a farm and then take people to nearby communities for promotions," Zhao Qiuxue said. "Add WeChat groups and such, requiring initial investment."
"A farm?" Jiang Nian was surprised.
