V1: Chapter 52: New Business Ideas

Seeing Liang Di fall silent, seemingly deep in thought, Liang Lin sneered and pulled her back into the restroom, hiding in a stall.

“A person should have integrity. You said you'd get it off after class was over, so help me take off my collar.” Liang Lin pulled down her collar, revealing the collar around her own neck.

Liang Di’s eyes were somewhat vacant, her thoughts unreadable, but she still removed the collar from Liang Lin’s neck and stuffed it back into her pocket.

Click~

Liang Lin opened the stall door.

“I’m going to lunch, don’t follow me.”

With that, she slammed the door shut without looking back at Liang Di.

In Liang Lin’s heart, Liang Di was no longer the innocent, cute, and soft-spoken child she once was. Now, she was a little devil who took pleasure in bullying and tormenting her, devoid of any empathy.

In reality, Liang Di wasn't pondering any profound questions. Her mind was solely focused on one thing: being disliked by Liang Lin was painful, and she didn't know what to do.

However, Liang Di wasn't thinking about how to resolve Liang Lin's dislike; she was thinking about whether Liang Lin, if she disliked her so much, would fall for someone else or leave her.

What methods could she use to keep Liang Lin by her side forever?

The more she thought about it, the more frustrated she became. Liang Di wanted to punch the wall beside her.

"The school desserts are getting worse and worse..."

A sentence drifted into Liang Di's ears. While she was still thinking about Liang Lin, she keenly sensed a business opportunity, and her mind instantly cleared.

"Miss, excuse me, where is the dessert shop in the academy?" Liang Di called out to the student that had just spoken those words.

The girl said, "Ah, it's near some of the cafeterias on campus, but... don't go to that shop with the pink sign. Their desserts are so sweet they hurt our throats. The other shops are a bit better."

If she remembered correctly, Liang Lin had complained to her before that the desserts were too sweet and not tasty at all; she didn't like the desserts.

If it was just Liang Lin who said the desserts were too sweet and she didn't like them, it could be that she just couldn't get used to them. But if many people kept saying they were too sweet, then it must be a problem with the desserts.

Liang Di, however, went to that particular dessert shop.

When the pink macaron entered her mouth, Liang Di was clearly taken aback. She was a big fan of sweets, and she seemed to be able to accept this sweetness, even finding it okay.

So, it wasn't a problem with the dessert shop...

Liang Di roughly understood.

Frankly speaking, you can't please everyone.

Therefore, she couldn't solve the problem of the dessert shop's poor profits by simply changing the flavor of the desserts.

Some people like very sweet things, some don't; that's perfectly normal. It was just that she hadn't considered things carefully enough.

She remembered Edwin saying something about changing the flavor of the desserts. He probably tasted them himself and found them too sweet, so he toned them down. Essentially, this didn't solve anything; it just changed the customer base.

Liang Di finished her dessert, rested her chin on her hand, and stared blankly at the distant scenery.

Strong men carrying bamboo baskets filled with various kinds of vegetables, still covered in fresh soil, filed in through the restaurant's back door—they were delivering goods.

Liang Di watched their busy figures, like ants carrying food, some coming in, some going out. Her eyes were vacant; she stared at everything, feeling nothing.

Suddenly, as if her brain had snapped back to reality, she slapped her hand.

That's right!

Innovation is the key.

Don't always think about changing things.

She can observe what can be changed, and others will too.

Only by innovating something others haven't thought of will you create a fatal attraction.

These commoners delivering goods to the noble academy are convenient for the academy because they don't have to go through the trouble of carrying heavy vegetables from the commoner's area.

The commoners pack the goods into bamboo baskets and deliver them to the academy's dining hall. Similarly, the commoners are the ones who profit; all their labor and transportation costs are included in the silver coins the academy pays for their vegetables.

So, you can think about it from a different perspective.

Liang Di tapped the table rhythmically with her fingers, nodding slightly.

The dessert section is mostly located in the bustling noble district, and the nobles' homes all have their own pastry chefs. So, they can simply stay in their mansions and have a maid or the kitchen staff announce their arrival to enjoy freshly baked, soft, and delicious cakes. There's no need to change into a dress, dress up, leave the mansion, take a carriage, and go to the shops to buy desserts.

And what about the commoners?

Most wouldn't venture into the noble district. After all, many nobles looked down on commoners, casting them disdainful glances—a sense of innate superiority inherited from the nobility.

Therefore, the villagers wouldn't risk offending them by going to the noble district. Besides, most commoners couldn't afford the things there.

Desserts…were originally meant for the "upper class," the nobles.

So, Liang Di wouldn't make desserts exclusively for commoners.

First, she feared incurring the nobles' displeasure, wondering what right commoners had to enjoy the same delicacies as them.

Second, making desserts was incredibly time-consuming and labor-intensive; lowering prices to cater to commoners' purchasing power would be a losing proposition, potentially even incurring a significant loss of silver coins.

However…

This idea could be used to mislead Miranda and Edwin.

Later, someone could whisper in those two fools' ears, letting them do such a foolish thing.

However, on another note…

Liang Di narrowed her eyes, stroking her chin.

What if the noble ladies and gentlemen didn't have to ride in carriages to such distant districts to buy desserts?

She could hire some commoners to deliver them. For just five Vitcoins, they could bring the desserts to her door. She could pay the commoners two Vitcoins per order, keeping three for herself—she'd be a conscientious merchant.

Five Vitcoins were nothing to the nobles; they wouldn't even bother picking them up if they fell on the ground. But, as the saying goes, every little bit counts.

“Okay.”

Liang Di made up her mind, slapped the table, and stood up.

The specific plan would have to be written down at her desk at home with a quill pen. Right now, the plan was just a rough outline in her mind, with many loopholes waiting to be filled in.