Farm Girl's Manor
Chapter 195: Meeting Without Recognizing, Space Upgrades Again (4)_1

Chapter 195: Chapter 195: Meeting Without Recognizing, Space Upgrades Again (4)_1

Therefore, Owner Mu, who originally had an unpleasant expression upon seeing Mo Yan, became very enthusiastic after laying eyes on her. He had someone make a pot of fine tea to entertain her and surprisingly expressed a wish for Mo Yan to offer more suggestions to Mu’s Shop.

"Suggestions are too much to claim. I’ve merely altered it according to my own preferences. Others might not necessarily like this style," Mo Yan said casually.

Just flipping your lips wanting ideas, as if they come that easy.

Upon hearing this, the shopkeeper knew she had good ideas and eagerly said, "Miss Mo, that’s not a problem at all. As long as you’re willing to provide some guidance, we can discount the furniture for your family by twenty percent."

Twenty percent?

Upon hearing this, Mo Yan started calculating inside her head. The furniture needed for the family home was extensive, all made from high-quality materials, amounting to nearly four hundred taels of silver. A twenty percent discount would come to around eighty taels.

Eighty taels was no small amount. An ordinary peasant family worked hard from the beginning to the end of the year and might not even save ten taels of silver. One idea from her was equivalent to seven or eight years of income for them.

However...

"Shopkeeper, you flatter me, but although my family is not excessively wealthy, we’re not in need of that bit of silver," Mo Yan said indifferently, as if she didn’t give those eighty taels a second thought.

The shopkeeper’s expression stiffened and he inwardly chuckled bitterly. Though Miss Mo was young, her thoughts were more perceptive than some who had lived decades.

But no matter whether she truly didn’t care or was pretending not to, as long as it benefitted Mu’s Shop, even paying a little extra was acceptable.

With that thought in mind, the shopkeeper clenched his teeth and said, "As long as the lady is willing to offer good ideas, everything is negotiable."

Now, it was Mo Yan’s turn to be taken aback. She really hadn’t cared about the eighty taels of silver. Even if she gave Mu’s Shop an idea, it wouldn’t bother her; after all, she only wanted to farm well and had no intention of entering the world of commerce. Business, after all, is a headache. If it weren’t so, she wouldn’t have flatly refused to manage a big mall for her family in her previous life.

Now that Owner Mu wanted to collaborate, it seemed like an unintentional success. However, if she could take the silver without having to manage anything, she was quite willing.

Thinking it over, Mo Yan smiled and said, "Since the shopkeeper is so sincere, I won’t beat around the bush. I want thirty percent of the profits from any successful products made by Mu’s Shop using my ideas."

Thirty percent?

The shopkeeper’s lips twitched with pain, but seeing Mo Yan’s serious expression, it was clear there was no room for further negotiation.

Thirty percent it would be, then—not too unreasonable. If he actually made a profit, the lion’s share would still be his. And if Mu’s Shop’s business could grow significantly, future earnings would be even greater. Thus, he said, "We’ll do as the lady wishes."

Seeing the shopkeeper agree so readily, Mo Yan didn’t hesitate either, immediately having him invite a mediator to draft a contract.

Once the contract was established, Mo Yan had the shopkeeper call over a draughtsman, under whose guidance she produced the designs for a set of innovative furniture.

After verifying that no further modifications were needed, Mo Yan nodded in satisfaction. Her previous world had countless varieties of furniture designs, and just a few could dazzle the people of this era—not because they were so outstanding, but simply because they were novel.

Lizhong, who witnessed everything by her side, was dumbfounded. Their young lady was something else, casually taking a stroll and effortlessly making a fortune.

In the following days, Mo Yan continued to wander the streets, keeping an eye out for materials to create a drainage tube.

The surgical knife and trocar were already made, nearly identical to those of her former world, with only the drainage tube missing. As for upgrading the Space, she was still a bit short. She hadn’t felt the urgency before, but now that she desperately needed to upgrade the Space, she realized that virtue wasn’t so easily accumulated.