After some thought, everyone felt that Zhao Guihua's advice made sense. Although she might not have firsthand experience, she was the only one among them who had run a stall and made money. Moreover, her third son Zhuang Zhixi had been to Guangzhou and had already gathered information for them.
Having already done the legwork for them, they naturally agreed to follow her advice.
"Zhuang Zhixi has always been sharp and doesn't let himself get taken advantage of. What he says must be right."
"Exactly, exactly."
Curiosity got the better of Aunt Zhou, and she asked, "Guihua, how much stock are you planning to buy?"
Zhao Guihua had initially intended not to say anything, afraid of appearing too wealthy, but since everyone had been forthright, she decided to be honest.
"Twenty-five thousand."
"What the...!"
"Are you crazy?!"
"You... Your family is so rich!"
Everyone was stunned.
