Xu Wenwan stood at the doorway for a moment to compose herself, then stepped inside. Once she was in the room, she finally got a clear look at Mr. Jiu.
Mr. Jiu looked to be in his thirties, with small eyes and a fleshy, brutish face. When he wasn't smiling, he gave off a sinister, ruthless vibe.
Xu Wenwan, however, wasn't the least bit afraid and spoke with great confidence.
"I'm the one who made it."
Mr. Jiu glanced at his underling, and the underling nodded.
Mr. Jiu was very satisfied.
"Alright then. I'll take these facial soaps. From now on, you deliver them here, and I'll pay you fifty cents a bar."
Xu Wenwan immediately frowned.
"Fifty cents a bar? Don't these sell for one-twenty?"
The price she had in mind was a dollar.
Mr. Jiu gave Xu Wenwan a longer look.
He'd dealt with people for years and was naturally a good judge of character. Someone like Xu Wenwan, who wore all her thoughts on her face, was the easiest kind of person to handle.
