The boy was being deceived by Whitaker Scarlett, and she would comfort him… imagining their relationship developing rapidly, Helen couldn’t help but giggle.
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Whitaker Scarlett was now quite curious about her cheap cousin Whitaker Rosalie.
While getting into university was rare in a place like Larkspur Village, it wasn’t unimaginable. If ‘Maria’ was owned by Whitaker Rosalie’s family, things would be very interesting. Judging by the customer flow, such a snack shop, after deducting various costs, would earn at least four to five hundred Dollars a month, or even more.
Whitaker Rosalie’s parents could earn the annual income of a rural family in a single month—several thousand Dollars a year. How could Whitaker Rosalie possibly spend all that money on university?
But this family was too scheming; despite having money, they still tried to exploit the rest of the Whitaker family.
The stupidest was the original owner’s father, who really emptied his family’s coffers for others.
Without dividing the family property, who wouldn’t hide their own money?
Whitaker Albert and Henry, could they really only contribute over a hundred Dollars?
Even if Maria wasn’t entirely funded by Maria and Whitaker Albert, they were definitely among the owners.
The entry barrier for the snack shop business was low, but to truly succeed, it couldn’t be done in a short time. Rural people starting small businesses, whether it was the Whitaker family or Maria’s family, didn’t have that much capital to open a shop like this… it must have been developed over a period of time. So who came up with the idea initially? Even Whitaker Scarlett, when she was reborn, hadn’t planned to run a snack shop. It was only after she started reselling eggs that her main buyers were the workers of Greenfield County Agricultural Machinery Factory and Meat Joint Factory. Whitaker Scarlett had planned to run a snack shop, intending to get some cheap offal from the Meat Joint Factory.
It was difficult to get cheap meat from the Meat Joint Factory, but they slaughtered so many pigs, cows, and sheep every day; pig offal, mutton offal, and beef offal should be available.
Offal was also meat; after proper preparation, it tasted no worse than meat.
In those days, livestock offal wasn’t as popular as it would be later, and the price wasn’t high—if someone else took this idea, Whitaker Scarlett would only feel a little regret, she wouldn’t care too much, as she knew so many ways to make money, she could just pick another one.
But if Whitaker Rosalie’s family had beaten her to it, Whitaker Scarlett wouldn’t be very comfortable.
She wasn’t a saint; should she congratulate Whitaker Rosalie’s family on their prosperous life?!
The business probably started when Whitaker Rosalie was admitted to County East High School and Maria went to the county city to accompany her. Whitaker Scarlett went to the noodle stall, where she often ate, and ordered a bowl of noodles, casually inquiring about Maria.
They were in the same industry; she thought the noddle seller might know something.
As soon as ‘Maria’ was mentioned, Maggie opened up, her tone full of envy:
“Now their business is booming. In the beginning, they were just street vendors. A rural woman running a small stall alone, within two or three years, she went from a street vendor to owning a large shop, and she even brought her brothers along to make money…”
Maria was Maggie’s goal; she knew everything about Maria.
Whitaker Scarlett ate her noodles with a smile, confirming her guess.
‘the shop’ was opened by Maria, not Whitaker Rosalie’s maternal uncle’s business.
Did Old Lady Whitaker know about this?
It seemed she didn’t.
Or perhaps she did, which would be even more despicable. Maria earned a considerable amount, yet Old Lady Whitaker still squeezed others for profit. Whitaker Rosalie was her own granddaughter, while others were just weeds picked up by the roadside.
Whitaker Scarlett finished her noodles and paid. “Auntie, your noodles are delicious! Have you ever considered expanding your business, turning your noodle stall into a noodle shop?”
Of course, Maggie wanted to!
Maria made a lot of money each day; Maggie’s noodle stall also made some, but it was far less compared to Maria .
Maggie wanted to chat with Whitaker Scarlett, but she swallowed her words, only vaguely saying:
“Opening a shop requires capital, and it’s hard to find a suitable storefront. It’s difficult…”
Whitaker Scarlett understood. Continuing the conversation would be inappropriate given their limited acquaintance. She had an idea, but she hadn’t yet earned enough capital herself. She couldn’t rush into disrupting Maria . Whitaker Scarlett had a feeling that the extreme members of the Whitaker family wouldn’t let her easily embark on a new life. So let’s fight our own battles, and we’ll see who wins!
