The next day was bright and sunny. The wind had stopped, and the temperature had warmed up slightly.
Good weather brought good moods.
Feeling cheerful, Shen Lu made an extra egg pancake for breakfast. After eating her fill, she went to find her previous suppliers.
She hadn’t gone out of her way to ask about the Commerce Association, but Ma Laosan had come by for meals the past couple of days and would always excitedly give her an earful. So, she had a general idea of the situation.
After Boss Jin’s death, the Commerce Association fell into chaos. All the various factions wanted a piece of his assets.
But no one had made any major moves. It was mostly just verbal sparring or orchestrating minor, insignificant disruptions.
There hadn’t been any significant progress.
The most talked-about candidates right now were President Pan and Mr. Sun.
Mr. Sun was the one who ran the restaurant business with General Manager Chen. Besides the Xiangmantian Chain Restaurant, he also owned several high-end restaurants and a hotel.
The hotel was in the Upper City District. Business was neither good nor bad, turning a small profit.
President Pan was in manufacturing. He owned two factories and had several thousand employees under him.
The two of them were at each other’s throats. One day, you’d send people to put bugs in my restaurant’s food; the next, I’d have someone take a dump at your factory’s main gate.
They fought like a pair of brawling roosters.
Shen Lu was rather stunned when she heard this.
’So this is what real business warfare is like,’ she thought. ’So simple, so unadorned... and so disgusting.’
Shen Lu arrived at the storefront of the vegetable merchant, Boss He. All sorts of vegetables were piled up like mountains, and about ten employees were bustling about.
"Boss He," Shen Lu greeted with a smile. "Long time no see."
Boss He tucked an unlit cigarette he had just taken out behind his ear, sizing Shen Lu up.
He remembered this young woman.
"Boss Shen?"
"That’s me," Shen Lu nodded. "I paid a deposit here before. I was wondering if you have my vegetables today."
Boss He raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Your restaurant is still open?"
He was just a vegetable merchant earning a hard-won living. He spent nearly every day immersed in his shop and rarely paid attention to outside affairs.
Ever since he received Boss Jin’s order not to supply Shen Lu, he had naturally assumed her restaurant must have gone out of business.
For someone in the food service industry, if you cut off their supply chain, what could they possibly cook to sell to customers?
"It is. It’s been open this whole time." Shen Lu didn’t hide it. Sometimes, giving others a little shock made things more convenient for her.
Boss He’s expression changed in an instant.
He didn’t know what methods Shen Lu had used to keep her restaurant open despite Boss Jin’s pressure.
But one thing was certain: this young woman was far from simple.
Boss He was silent for a moment, then turned to pull Shen Lu’s old order form from a drawer. "Is it still this list?"
"Yes."
Boss He waved his hand, ordering someone to bring out the vegetables on the list.
"I’ll have someone deliver them to your restaurant."
’You had to be polite and thoughtful with an impressive young woman like her.’
"From now on, Boss Shen, you don’t need to come every day. I’ll have the vegetables delivered. Just message me directly with what you need for the next day."
Shen Lu didn’t refuse. It would save her the trouble.
After they added each other on their Light Brains, Shen Lu went to the meat and seafood shops. The process was largely the same: first, they expressed surprise that her restaurant was still open, then she successfully secured her previous orders and was likewise offered the new home delivery service.
Everything went exceptionally smoothly. On her way back, Shen Lu even had time to buy a few thick sets of clothes and some shoes.
Some for her, and some for Fu Cheng.

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