The day Wang Jiali returned to Liangxi to inherit the incense shop, a transfer sign was hung at the door, creditors blocked the door, and her peers laughed.
Everyone felt that this dilapidated old shop could not survive three days.
Even Li Wei, the heir to the Li Family Medicine Hall, reminded him coldly: "It's still too late to let go now."
Wang Jiali was delisted on the spot.
"In three days, I sold out two hundred old sachets."
From the fight against plagiarism of old copper seals, to the explosion of "Nanqiao Rain" out of the circle, to the national style flash mob to overpower her peers, Wang Jiali relied on incense, aesthetics, and brains to save the nearly bankrupt Liangxi Incense Shop step by step.
But the shop is on fire, and trouble is coming.
Peers collided, capital took notice, old partners surfaced, the team was poached, and even the tough-talking Mr. Li began to take care of her ingredients, processes and risks.
Wang Jiali sneered: "Are you here to help, or are you here to take care of me?"
Li Wei was silent for a long time: "I'm just afraid that you can carry it alone."
Later, everyone knew.
Liangxi Incense Shop cannot be transferred.
Wang Jiali cannot be messed with.
And Mr. Li, it's really delicious.
