The door was opened by a young man with delicate features and a tall stature, his voice as refreshing as a spring breeze, "May I ask, whom are you seeking?"
Little Taotie looked at him with puzzlement, "Are you Qiaoqiao’s dad?"
The young man narrowed his eyes, his smile unwavering, "I am the butler here, Miss Qiaoqiao’s father is not at home."
Little Taotie asked in a babyish voice, "Are Qiaoqiao’s grandparents here?"
"They’re not here either."
"You’re lying!" Little Fatty angrily pointed at the shoes on the carpet, "Those are outdoor shoes, not slippers, which means the owners are at home!"
The young man turned his face and body to block the view of the shoes, shaking his head, "They’re not here."
"We want to go in!" Little Fatty charged in like a little bull calf and really managed to push past the young man, rushing straight inside.
Hearing the commotion outside, the middle-aged man sitting on the sofa frowned, "Why is it taking so long, haven’t you driven them away yet?"
Actually, there were surveillance cameras at the entrance of the villa, and the footage of the children unable to reach the doorbell was entirely captured.
The middle-aged man had attended a Parents’ Meeting once and had the fortune to glimpse the Little Star of his daughter’s class.
Back then, he had thought that since the child was a classmate of his daughter’s and they sat near each other, they were fated, and having heard she was dubbed the "Little God of Wealth" in the industry, whose endorsement could make products sell like hotcakes, he planned to take advantage of being close by to strike up a rapport and discuss a partnership.
Who would have thought that Little Star’s parent (Cheng Guodong) would be so indifferent and told him to send a proposal to the company’s email to see if a partnership could be established, after which the company would make an assessment.
He was infuriated but still sent the email.
Who knew it would be like a stone sunk in the sea, with no response whatsoever.
Latterly, he had sent the proposal several more times before finally receiving a reply stating that their product did not meet the standards.
How could his product not meet the standards!
He was born in the countryside, later got into university, but tuition was too expensive; after paying the tuition, his family no longer gave him living expenses, so he worked many jobs in university. He then discovered that city folk liked to eat pickles and chili sauces, especially those from the countryside that were considered cheap, but to them, these had an authentic flavor.
Thus, he went back to his hometown one summer vacation and started tinkering with the pickle business.
In the countryside, nearly every household’s women could make pickled vegetables and sauces, and their skills, passed down from mother to daughter, were authentic in taste.
So, he bought pickles at a very low price, naturally higher than the trading price in the village; otherwise, they wouldn’t have sold all their pickles to him.
He returned to university with the pickles, got some people to design the packaging, applied for many certifications, and eventually talked some supermarkets into placing them on their shelves for sale.
The deal was, within three months, for every bottle sold, the supermarket got a third of the profits, and if the sales were below fifty percent in three months, the product would be pulled from the shelves.
Fortune seemed to smile upon him, and in just three weeks, the pickles were sold out.
Seeing the huge business opportunity, many supermarkets partnered with him to put his pickles on sale.
His business grew larger and larger because of this.
His family’s pickle business was already renowned; he just wanted "Little God of Wealth" to help boost the sales to take the business to the next level, yet he was rejected. That’s why he had a deep impression of the little girl and even developed a sense of loathing.
Because the news of Little Taotie’s rejection of the partnership was leaked to the competitors, his business suffered a noticeable decline.
Many blindly believed in Little Taotie’s judgment, thinking that if Little Taotie found something tasty, it must be truly delicious, and if Little Taotie refused to partner with a product, there must be a problem with it.
As a result, he maliciously intended to make these children take a wasted trip.
No matter whom they were looking for, he instructed the butler to say they weren’t there.
Seeing Little Fatty barge in, the middle-aged man’s face darkened as he turned to the butler who hurriedly followed, his voice cold, "Useless!"
The butler lowered his eyes, a murky gleam in their depths. A man unable to satisfy his own woman was the real useless one, wasn’t he?
A woman descended from upstairs, dressed in a white silk nightgown, her fluffy hair disheveled, exuding a lazy and decadent vibe, "What’s happened, all this noise and commotion?"