Reborn Troops

"Wanwan, I brought you something good." Qianqian put her bag on the table and took out a black box from it.

Zhou Wanwan leaned over curiously: "What is this?"

"Smart cleaner." Qianqian smiled. "I asked someone to make it last night. It's not high-tech, but it should work."

Zhou Wanwan was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "Qianqian, you are really..."

"Stop talking nonsense and try it." Qianqian interrupted her and handed her the box.

Zhou Wanwan took the box and opened it carefully. Inside was a small device that looked like a miniature sprayer.

"How do I use this thing?" Zhou Wanwan asked.

"It's very simple. You put it on the jewelry box and press a button. It will automatically spray out detergent to clean the box." Qianqian explained.

Zhou Wanwan nodded, and followed Qianqian's instructions to install the device on the jewelry box.

She pressed a button and the device emitted a slight hum, followed by a puff of light mist.

"How is it?" Qianqian asked.

Zhou Wanwan looked at the box carefully and found that the dust on it had indeed been cleaned away, and even the intricate patterns became clear.

"It's amazing!" Zhou Wanwan exclaimed excitedly.

Qianqian smiled and patted her shoulder: "Okay, don't get excited, quickly install this thing on other boxes and see the effect."

Zhou Wanwan frowned and tapped the table lightly with her fingers.

Thinking about how to make this smart cleaner both practical and not so intimidating to customers.

She looked up at Qianqian with a hint of hesitation in her eyes: "Qianqian, is the cost of this thing too high? Will the customers think it is too expensive?"

Qianqian raised her eyebrows and said in a relaxed tone: "Why are you worried about this?

Today’s customers value quality and service; as long as the product is good, price is not an issue.”

Zhou Wanwan shook her head, her tone somewhat helpless: "But most of the customers in our store are ordinary working class people, they may not be willing to spend too much money on these small items."

Qianqian sighed, walked to her side and patted her shoulder:

"Wanwan, you are always so cautious. This won't work. You have to trust your own vision and also trust the judgment of your customers."

Zhou Wanwan was silent for a while, and finally nodded: "Okay, I'll try it."

Just then, the shop door was pushed open again and a gust of cold wind blew in.

Zhou Wanwan looked up and saw a middle-aged woman holding a shopping bag with a hint of fatigue on her face.

"Welcome, how can I help you?" Zhou Wanwan immediately stood up and greeted him with a smile.

The woman looked around and her eyes fell on the jewelry box on the counter: "Let me see the jewelry box."

Zhou Wanwan was delighted and quickly handed over the jewelry box containing the smart cleaner:

“Look at this, it’s a new model in our store, with a smart cleaning function.”

The woman took the box, looked at it carefully, and frowned slightly: "Smart cleaning? What does this mean?"

Zhou Wanwan quickly explained: "This box is equipped with a smart cleaner. You press a button and it will automatically clean the box and keep it clean and tidy."

After hearing this, the woman showed a hint of surprise on her face: "So magical?"

Zhou Wanwan nodded and pressed the button. The box immediately sprayed out a light mist, and all the dust on the box was cleaned away.

Zhou Wanwan's heart tightened, and she was about to explain, but Qianqian spoke first:

"Just think about it, this box can not only hold jewelry, but it can also clean itself, saving you a lot of trouble."

"Moreover, our box is made of high-quality wood. It is of very good quality and can be used for ten years without any problems."

After listening to this, the hesitation on the woman's face gradually disappeared and she nodded: "What you said makes sense. I'll take this one then."