You make money, I spend it, the rich stepmother is happy

Qi Mo's eyes moved slightly, and he listened carefully.

Sheng Mumu talked more and more vigorously, analyzing the information she got from wandering around the villa area these days and from her new neighbor, Mrs. Song.

Sometimes with an exaggerated expression, he compares numbers with his hands:

"Do you know that the flowers in our vase cost five hundred, five hundred!"

"I counted, there are eight vases at home!"

Sometimes he tapped his chin with his fingers and calculated:

"I've done the math, and it's conservatively estimated that each household in the villa area has a purchasing power of 500 yuan per day, which is 75 yuan a month."

"After deducting the cost, the net income is at least half, more than 30."

Hearing her use the word "our family", the eyes of the man who had always hidden his emotions suddenly moved.

Sheng Mumu didn't notice it, and continued to ponder: "However, if you want to take over the flower business of everyone in the villa area, you have to think of a way. If you lower the unit price, 300 yuan per bouquet, is it competitive?"

"Competitive, but not necessary." Qi Mo replied with a focused expression when he heard Sheng Mumu ask for his opinion.

Sheng Mumu was poured a small basin of cold water, and subconsciously pursed her lips aggrieved.

In the eyes of the housekeeper's servant, the playful expression seemed a bit like the wife was acting like a baby to the husband.

Qi Mo: "Your idea is very good, and the entry point is also very good. If it is placed in an ordinary community, lowering the price to attract traffic is a good marketing method, but it has become a disadvantage in Xiyu Yueting."

He only said this sentence, and Sheng Mumu understood it all at once, and took up the conversation while thinking.

"You mean, the people who live here are willing to buy expensive ones, so there's no need to lower the price at all?" She snapped her fingers halfway through the sentence, "You can even increase the price, right?"

Qi Mo raised his eyes, "Well, it's possible."

Sheng Mumu smiled, and patted Qi Mo on the shoulder three times approvingly.

"Tsk tsk tsk, it's amazing, you deserve to be a capitalist."

It's as if you were born knowing how to make money.

Not far away, Zhang Butler, who had a kind face just now, saw Sheng Mumu patting Qi Mo's shoulder, and his body froze suddenly.

He has worked in the Qi family for many years, and he has never seen anyone dare to pat Mr. on the shoulder like this.

Hell it is.

Mr. is still laughing? ? ?

Sheng Mumu blew rainbow farts on Qi Mo, and continued to conceive of the flower shop project.

Seeing this, Qi Mo quietly raised his hand towards the housekeeper.

The butler understood immediately.

Soon, the servant brought a pot of scented tea and some refreshments.

Sheng Mumu took a sip of tea and asked humbly:

"In your opinion, has this matter been messed up?"

Qi Mo affirmed, "This project is very good."

With the affirmation from the business boss, Sheng Mumu felt like a cat that had been stroked a few times, and felt very comfortable.

Qi Mo's eyes were deep, he was silent for a while and then said:

"If it's you, you can actually consider looking at physical stores."

Sheng Mumu tilted her head and repeated his words in a mutter.

"Taking into account the entity..."

Qi Mo slowly picked up the teacup in front of him with his bony and slender hands, and took a sip with a calm posture.

"The purpose of physical stores is not only for selling flowers, but more often for brand promotion."

Sheng Mumu: "Don't sell flowers?"

She lowered her eyes, thinking about his words.

His eyes inadvertently fell on the cup of steaming scented tea, and he suddenly understood something, and said:

"The physical store operates scented tea and afternoon tea. If the number of customers increases, we can also open flower arrangement classes or art salons."

She thought of the rich wives she had seen on TV in the past.

When the material conditions are rich, people often want to cultivate some elegant hobbies.

Qi Mo didn't expect that Sheng Mumu could not only understand a little bit, but also draw inferences from one instance, so the corners of his lips twitched in approval.

"Great idea, worth a try."

Before chatting with Qi Mo, the flower shop project was just a prototype in Sheng Mumu's heart.

After chatting, I feel that it can be carried out directly, and it can be made into a chain brand and promoted in various high-end communities.

Sheng Mumu was excited, and suddenly sank again.

Opening a brick-and-mortar store is great, but it will cost more.

Qi Mo has been in the business field for many years, seeing through her micro-expression at a glance, put down his teacup, and said slowly:

"I'll give you the estimated initial investment."

"No need." Sheng Mumu refused without even thinking about it, and then said in a low voice that only the two of them could hear: "In order to avoid troublesome divorce, too much involvement."

Qi Mo was taken aback when he heard the words, and narrowed his eyes, "..."

He didn't think of this layer.

I never thought that giving Qian Sheng Mumu would get a part of the shares.

Qi Mo looked at Sheng Mumu with a hint of incomprehension.

Obviously a while ago, she still wanted to have a real show with him.

Why can she talk about divorce so calmly now.

And he said it very sincerely, without the slightest intention of retreating as an advance and playing hard to get.

He has always been good at logical analysis and insight into people's hearts.

For the first time, I felt like I couldn't see through a person.

Sheng Mumu pondered for a while, and finally thought of a way.

Be able to start working on flower shop projects quickly without losing money.

She looked straight at Qi Mo, blinked her bright pupils, and laughed.

"That... the initial capital needs to be about 200 million. Can I advance four months' salary in advance? When I ask you to borrow it, the interest rate is the same as that of the bank, is that okay?"

After the words fell, the man's hand holding the teacup silently tightened.

salary?

Is it referring to the 50 monthly living expenses mentioned in the prenuptial agreement?

The word "salary" was too cold, and the warm atmosphere just now was instantly extinguished.

Qi Mo lowered his gaze, and inadvertently burst out curiosity and inquiry from his closed eyes.

She frowned slightly, anxiously waiting for his reply.

After a long while, he slowly raised his eyes, looked at her inexplicably, and said with great interest:

"can."

After the words fell, Sheng Mumu seemed to hear the "Your funds have arrived" notification sound in his ears.

He clenched his fists and cheered in his heart.

yes!It's done!

With the strong support of the benefactor's father, Sheng Mumu is full of energy.

After saying hello to Qi Mo, he bounced upstairs, intending to record all the things that the flower shop needs to prepare.

Walking to the second floor and turning the corner, she saw Qi Mo walking to the sofa with the laptop left behind by Qi Shaobai out of the corner of her eye.

Sheng Mumu slowed down and looked around.

Qi Mo turned on the computer, and on the screen was the background code interface of the shopping program written by Qi Shaobai.

He slowly swipe the page and read the code carefully from beginning to end.

The lines of the cold and tough side face are sometimes tense and sometimes soft.

Sheng Mumu stood on tiptoe a little. She walked very lightly on the way from the stairs on the second floor to the master bedroom, but the suspicion in her heart rose to the highest point the moment the door was closed.

It turns out that it's not that Qi Mo doesn't care about Qi Shaobai.

Why didn't he express it face to face?