"Don't listen to her nonsense! It looks like the business is doing well, but the problem is we don't make much money," Yi Xiaolin said helplessly. "If we sell it for too much, no one will buy it. If we sell it too cheaply, we don't make a profit."
What Yi Xiaolin said was true. In the countryside, he wasn't the only one who knew how to brew alcohol. Several households in the surrounding area did the same. You could find at least one distillery every few villages. If you charged just a little more, people would rather walk a bit farther to buy from somewhere else. Rural folk calculated every penny they spent.
"Uncle Anguo, when are you going to take me with you to make a living in Shenzhen?" Yi Xiaolin asked with a smile.
"If you go to Shenzhen with me, what about your family?" Yi Anguo smiled and asked back. "Are you willing to leave your wife and two children at home?"
