Chapter 550: Chapter 1185: The ’80s Drama Queen is Forced to Do Business and Becomes a Top Student (20), Part 2

The shaped cotton candy was a novel idea, and almost every customer bought one for their child, letting them be the coolest kid around.

Shaped cotton candy only took a little more effort to make, but the cost was about the same as the regular kind.

So, the old lady’s net profit for the day was nineteen yuan. While it was just a fraction of Sheng Leyun’s earnings, it was an impressive figure among the various market stalls!

When the old lady worked as a cleaner, she only made thirty yuan a month.

Most importantly, this was a sustainable business. Even outside of festivals and holidays, selling just a few would be enough to cover daily expenses for her and her grandchild.

Meanwhile, the other kids were completely floored, clutching their money. They giggled and chuckled, staring at the bills and turning them over and over in their hands like country bumpkins who had never seen so much money.

Pretty much every stall had earned a three-figure profit for the day!

Sheng Leyun chuckled and said,

"See? This is the power of knowledge at work."

"If we hadn’t paid close attention to the details, our profits wouldn’t be nearly this high."

Everyone nodded vigorously in agreement.

’It was true. If they hadn’t paid attention to the details, they couldn’t have increased the games’ difficulty. Forget making a profit; they might have ended up losing the shirts off their backs!’

"Now that we’ve made so much money all at once, we need to plan what to do with it." Sheng Leyun said, as Yunyun’s Little Classroom was now in session.

You can’t be too obvious about things in life. For example, she was willing to bet that everyone was so excited right now, they couldn’t wait to find someone and tell them every last detail about their day—how much they made in revenue, how much was profit, and the secret to their success.

All perfect things to brag about!

And of course, their families—especially their parents, brothers, and sisters—would be the primary audience for this grand performance.

And what would be the result?

No matter how open-minded, no parent would be comfortable with their kids having that much cash. For one, they’d worry the kids would develop reckless spending habits. For another, they’d be afraid it would make them a target for bad people.

Other people might just copy their setup exactly. To compete for customers, they’d probably end up in a protracted price war.

Sheng Leyun broke all of this down for them, going into painstaking detail.

They were young, but they understood the basic logic.

What’s more, Sheng Leyun shot them a look one might give a country bumpkin. "It’s only the first day, and look at you all, acting so giddy."

"Do you even know how to get home? Do you remember your own names?"

"We still have more than twenty days to go. Besides, our money-making plan has just gotten started; there’s plenty more to come. The money in your hands will go from three figures to four, then five... maybe even ten or eleven!"

"By then, you’ll probably think of money as just a bunch of meaningless numbers."

"So, if you want to be rich, you have to broaden your horizons. Don’t act like you’ve never seen money before, or you’ll scare it away..."

Everyone couldn’t help but smile in embarrassment.

’But Sister Yun had to be exaggerating.’ They’d only ever heard of "ten-thousand-yuan households," and they didn’t even know anyone who was one. They looked down, silently counting on their fingers: ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, ten thousands...

They hadn’t heard of any family with a six-figure sum, let alone seven, eight, nine, or ten figures!

’As expected of Sister Yun. Her ambitions are incredible!’

Sheng Leyun went on to tell them that having money was just the first step. The next was learning how to manage it, how to make their money make more money, and how to develop a healthy relationship with wealth...

The kids listened, completely mesmerized. Even Gong Zicheng found himself staring at her. ’What on earth is going on inside that little head of hers?’

’She was always so quiet when she studied. So this is what she was thinking about all that time? She must really, really like money, huh?’

Gong Zicheng nodded thoughtfully.

By the time the meeting broke up, their excitement had died down considerably. Sheng Leyun had successfully suppressed their overwhelming urge to brag.

Their thoughts began to shift. How could they maintain their sales over the next twenty-some days? And how should they manage this money to make it grow, all while keeping it safe?

Back at home, Sheng Leyun first gave her grandmother a full-body massage to relax her muscles, then shooed her off to bed. She, on the other hand, went right back to the sewing machine.

Gong Zicheng had spent the entire day writing couplets without a break. Since not many players had won them, he probably wouldn’t need to make any more for the next three to five days.

This freed him up for his next task: buying fabric scraps, flawed cloth, and various accessories.

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