Entrepreneurship in a different world

From the 15 yuan eyebrow powder, Wen Rong picked out ten pieces of similar size and thickness, wrapped them in kraft paper, and included two cotton swabs instead of brushes in each package as a new product this time.

The remaining six pieces were slightly worse in quality, so he picked the biggest one and prepared to give it to Ms. Xia Lan, and kept the others as samples and small gifts for emergencies.

"Brother Wen, do you want to sell this?" Ah He has already realized Wen Rong's intentions in doing this.

"Do you think someone will buy it?" Wen Rong asked him.

"Yes!" Ah He nodded firmly, "Women in the city will like it, they lack these. Drawing eyebrows will make them look better, as long as they can look better, women will pay for it, this is what Aunt Xia Lan said of."

"Then give it a try. Although there is no packaging, most of the things here are in such a simple and rough packaging. I guess not many people will care." According to Wen Rong's idea, these eyebrow powders should be packed in A small exquisite box with a small eyebrow brush is perfect, but he clearly knows that there are too few people here who have actually seen regular cosmetics, and his 'wild style' cosmetics may be in line with their hearts Imagine cosmetics.

After all, for the people here, if they have never seen something before, they will take what they see at first sight as the standard.

The consumers of his "wild cosmetics" have never been ladies and rich people who can afford branded products with dozens of points, but the majority of middle-, low- and poor-class consumers who love beauty.

Besides, there is no light industry here, and the raw materials may not be found. Even if he wants to make the outer packaging perfect, there is no way to do it at present. He can only slowly explore while actively looking for alternative raw materials and materials. Appropriate packaging materials, one step at a time.

"Hey! The workshop has already started up so quickly!" Xia Lan's lazy voice came from the door of the 'Datong Room'.

Some news from them spread very quickly, especially the news that Cork, who just made a lot of extra money, rented out a yard in District N today after he got the money, spread. For example, she got wind of it immediately, and gave up the time of beauty sleep during the day, and came to take a look for herself.

"Ms. Xia Lan!" Wen Rong was still talking about her just now, and it happened that she came, and she could give her the eyebrow powder, "Please come in, I just made some eyebrow powder, and I chose the biggest one for you." "Oh? You know how to make eyebrow powder?" Xia Lan was very interested in these things.After taking the small piece of black cake wrapped in kraft paper from Wen Rong, he naturally picked up one of the bonus ones in front of him. After taking the powder, he wanted to apply it on his face, but realized that there was no mirror to look at it. When she didn't arrive, she handed the cotton swab to Wen Rong, "Come and help me apply it."

Wen Rong didn't refuse, and according to his experience of drawing A Miao's eyebrows just now, he followed Ms. Xia Lan's eyebrow shape to the brow bone and brought a neat tail of eyebrow slightly down.He vaguely remembered that the beauty blogger he had seen by accident painted like this, so he boldly tried it.

Cotton swabs can't show the slenderness of the end of the eyebrows. When the drawing is thick, he wipes it with his fingers to modify the shape.

Fortunately, Ms. Xia Lan has the habit of removing messy eyebrows, so the raised eyebrows drawn in this way are also in line with her temperament

Several children were curious because of Xia Lan's arrival and Wen Rong's thrush for her, so they came to watch.

The girls are the most supportive, and they don't want to miss this scene with unfinished things in their hands.

Brother Wen is really amazing, the eyebrows he made are so beautiful, especially the eyebrows painted for Ms. Xia Lan, which are more beautiful and delicate than A Miao's.

It turns out that the tail part of the thrush should be drawn thinner, and should a neat little hook be drawn down?The girls pondered in their hearts while watching, and they also started to draw in their minds.

"Aunt Xia Lan, you are so pretty!" Ah Mai kept staring at Xia Lan's face enviously.With painted eyebrows and dyed red lips, Aunt Xia Lan is quite different from what she remembered.Although this lady manages a lot of people in their place, and there are some beautiful elder sisters among them, but the elder sister Cong Hua who is recognized as the most beautiful by the people here is not as good-looking as the current Aunt Xia Lan.

Xia Lan raised her eyebrows triumphantly, "Little girl can talk."

"I want to be like Aunt Xia Lan in the future..." Ah Mai lost his mind for a moment and muttered to himself.

"Amai!" Hongye, who was older and calmer beside him, yelled at her, "Don't talk nonsense."

Many of their girls who were born in big oil tanks have already gone to Xia Lan's place, but Grandma Joan taught them since they were young-"No matter how difficult it is, you can't go to that kind of place."

"I, I didn't mean that, I wanted to say, I also want to...be as good-looking as Auntie." A Mai reacted eagerly and explained.

"Go to work quickly, don't forget, we are working now!" Hongye trained the other children who came to watch the fun.

Brother Wen treats them well and doesn't say anything about them.This kind of behavior would have been scolded by the foreman long ago if he worked in a real manor, and he would never have a second chance to be hired temporarily in the future.

The children returned to their posts obediently.

Xia Lan didn't care about what the boys said just now, she just wanted to go back quickly and look in the mirror, to appreciate what kind of eyebrows these little girls praised as "good-looking" in the movies.

"Your yard is well chosen. However, if you work in it, do you have to have someone guarding the gate? Although no one will disturb you in the short term, but... how long will it take? Yes, have you ever thought about what to do at night? There will be more tools and materials in the future, and someone needs to take care of them." Ms. Xia Lan saw Wen Rong's appearance, and knew that he hadn't considered some trivial matters.

Wen Rong looked guilty.He really didn't notice these things.

"I stay here at night to watch things." Ah He took the initiative to stand up and take responsibility.

"We can stay here too." Daguan said boldly, "Just sleep here, it's much more spacious than a big oil barrel. Brother Wen, don't worry about these, and no one can come in and steal our things .”

Wen Rong thought about it, and pointed to the remaining hut in the backyard, "Actually, I was considering choosing this place. Apart from having a yard here, I just liked the few small houses in the backyard. If you think it's okay, you don't need to live in Dayou In the barrel, choose two huts to live in, boys live in one and girls live in one, it's... the staff dormitory provided by the boss."

He can't do anything more for the children in the big oil barrels, he just hopes to help as much as possible, and hopes that they can live a better life than before.

"Really? Brother Wen! Can we...can live here?" Several team leaders were extremely excited.The children of them were divided into five large oil barrels in District K, and they lived separately.It would be great if we could have a place where we could all live together without having to pay rent.

Besides, the environment here is almost heavenly compared to the cramped environment in the larger oil barrels.

"I'll ask Grandma Joan. Brother Wen, I am willing! We will protect this place and clean it up every day, cherishing it as our home." A Mai was the first to actively Express your position.

Xia Lan watched this scene and shook her head slowly.She didn't say much, just said goodbye and left.

It's been a long time since I met someone like Wen Rong. Sometimes there are too many numb and ruthless people around her, and she herself becomes a lot colder. Seeing this rare warm scene, she still feels uncomfortable.

A place like 'Ghost Cave' needs to be injected with fresh blood like Wen Rong who is positive, optimistic, and has the brains to understand development.As far as she knew, the outside world was already changing.

The only constant is their place.

The people here are like a deliberately forgotten and isolated group. After several generations of cruel reality, they have long forgotten that they are individuals.

She has lived here for a long time, and sometimes she wants to help them change something.It's just that her strength is too weak, and her courage... was also buried with that little figure buried in the ground more than ten years ago.

"Mayor Bithlow, your long-awaited successor may...appear." After going out, Xia Lan murmured to the empty street.

Grandma Qiong and the others happily agreed to Wen Rong's proposal.The big oil barrel is the living environment provided to them free of charge by the town, and that place will always be their home, but now they have a new home—their staff quarters.

"Those manors also provide accommodation, which are for the foremen in the city. Ordinary workers don't have it. But we have, and our workshop provides staff dormitories." The children talked while doing things, and they all thought it was a Their unique benefits are unmatched by others.

"That's right! I've heard adults say that it's hard to find such a job in the city. It's called..."

"Food and lodging included!" Wen Rong answered for him.

"Yes, it's food and housing!" The children learned a new 'noun', and they just thought 'food and housing' was really great.

In the afternoon, Ah Tu and his party who went to pick flowers and weeds came back. After learning all this, the 16-year-old boy ran outside and hid secretly crying.

He is 16 years old. It is reasonable for a boy at his age to leave the big oil barrel and live independently.The town has also issued an ultimatum to him many times, at most he is only allowed to live until the summer and must move out.

This is different from what is required of women.Women don't have to be forced to be independent as a household, it depends on personal choice.The women who stay in the big oil tanks are usually also able to help with the young children, and = once they are of age they are most likely to live with other men, forcing them to live alone is not practical.

This measure of forcing adult boys with big oil barrels to live alone is not only to protect the ordinary housing rental market here, but also to maintain the order of big oil barrels.

The unwritten rule in the 'Ghost Cave': If a man doesn't want to work hard to survive, build a family and reproduce...then go to Ms. Xia Lan as soon as possible.

Ah Tu is not afraid of living independently, what he is worried about is that he is gone, how will the younger brothers and sisters below support themselves?His legs are fast, and he was occasionally hired to run errands outside the big manor, earning wheat cakes to barely support so many mouths.

Many children in big oil barrels died before they could grow up, and he didn't want those younger brothers and sisters to follow this path.

Now, he doesn't have to worry.They have staff quarters and can still live together.He can take care of them openly, and he also has a place to live.

When Wen Rong found him in the alley next to the building, the young man just wiped away his tears and was about to go in and work hard.

"Brother Wen..." Ah Tu turned around and saw Wen Rong, his face was a little red.Have you been seen crying?He's not usually this vulnerable.

"It's okay to rest for a while, Ah Tu, you have picked a lot of flowers today." Wen Rong walked up to him with his hands behind his back, and said softly.

"Me, I'm going to clean the dormitory." He couldn't stop.He has to prove his worth.

"Let's clean it after work." Wen Rong said, taking out his hands behind his back, and handing a pair of second-hand rubber-soled sneakers to Atu, "This is a gift for you, thank you Take care of me yesterday and today."

Ah Tu was stunned for a moment, flattered, but flustered.

"Brother Wen...I, I didn't do anything, besides, I'm your employee..."

"It wasn't when you helped me yesterday and this morning. This is the reward." Wen Rong took out his usual persuasive words.

"no no!"

"You deserve it." Wen Rong stuffed the pair of shoes that he originally bought for himself into his arms, "Ah Tu, what is your ability?"

Atu stammered, "I, I am diligent, neat, and not talkative..."

"No! Your ability is your feet." Wen Rong looked down at his feet, "Your speed! I need your speed to do things for me. I will take you into the city the day after tomorrow, it is very long For a while, I want you to run with all your strength to see how long it will take you to go to 'Nishia City'."

"Me? Can I go to 'Nishia City'? Brother Wen, I can do it. I run the fastest, and no one can match me." When it comes to speed, this young man has unprecedented self-confidence.

"So, you need a pair of shoes that can run. A pair of shoes that can protect your feet from injury. Know that once you are injured, you lose your strongest ability. So you should pay more attention to protection than others Your legs, your ability." Wen Rong carefully taught him what it means to 'seek advantages and avoid disadvantages'.

The young Atu seems to understand but not understand.

"Put on your new shoes!" Wen Rong patted him on the shoulder after finishing speaking, "Your old shoes should have been thrown away long ago."

"It can still be repaired..." Ah Tu tried to explain a few more words about the shoes on his feet.

"The soles of the shoes are worn out, and they've already opened their mouths, so they can't be repaired." He discovered this yesterday, when the child was running too fast, and he hadn't had time to think of giving him a pair of shoes.

Ah Tu hastily hid his feet back... he couldn't hide.

He pursed his lips shyly, bent down, took off the two pairs of worn-out shoes on his feet, and put on the new pair of shoes with great care.

As soon as he put on the rubber-soled shoes, the soft touch made him feel that the shoes were so comfortable for the first time.

He stomped on the soles of the shoes a little dullly, and he was amazed by the unprecedented soft bounce experience.He was not used to it.

He picked up Atu's worn-out shoes and sent them all the way to the kitchen, and stuffed them into the fire pit.If you don't, the ripped-off shoe could end up on the soles of other kids' feet.

"Brother Wen, I can leave this supplement to others..."

"No! Burn it because you don't want it to be passed down from generation to generation. Some things can be passed down one by one, and that's a good thing. Some things shouldn't be passed on and can't be passed on."

Poverty is not property.