Rebirth: Inheriting Millions In The Eighties-Chapter 25 - The Taste of Happiness_1

Chapter 25: Chapter 25 The Taste of Happiness_1

Chapter 25 -25 The Taste of Happiness_1

Xia Ningxing opened the cap of one of the perfumes, and as soon as she did, a rich fragrance immediately rushed to her nose.

Top notes: The light scent of jasmine, bright and sparkling.

Middle notes: Peach, grapefruit, a fresh fruity aroma.

Base notes: White musk, smooth texture, happiness and good fortune.

Inhaling the scent, she closed her eyes slightly, and it was as if she could taste the sweetest part of a watermelon, sweetness reaching her heart; and the sweet and sour orange soda from the little store, chilled and refreshing; wrapped in a blanket in bed without a care in the world, the cool breeze of an air-conditioned room, the lazy ten minutes between classes…

So many wonderful scenes appeared in her mind.

It was a scent that could make one feel happy.

Upon smelling it, she couldn’t help but want to smile, feeling life was all sweetness.

Even though Xia Ningxing had made countless bottles of this perfume, every time she smelled this scent, she couldn’t help but feel incredibly happy.

What’s there to fear in transmigration!

So what if she lost the title of movie queen?

Who cares if the two billion in the bank in the real world is gone!

This babe can still make waves in the late eighties!

And… there’s a billion-dollar inheritance, a childhood friend, and a big shot waiting for her in the future.

Everything’s perfect!

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Xia Ningxing, an old hand, was intoxicated by the fragrance, not to mention the five brothers who were smelling it for the first time; at this moment, each of their faces appeared to bloom with flowers.

“It smells so good! I feel so happy right now!”

“I feel like I just ate a chicken leg.”

“I feel like I’ve eaten a Manhan banquet!”

“Pah, I feel like I’ve found gold!”

Xia Ningxing was pulled back to reality by their voices and saw they were comparing with each other, her watery eyes filled with laughter and tears, she couldn’t help but interrupt them, “Brothers, stop joking around, let’s get these bottled up.”

Perfume is a volatile substance and cannot be left open for too long.

“Alright!”

When it was time for serious work, the brothers stopped messing around and carefully funneled the perfume into the bottles.

The bottles had been sterilized at high temperatures.

The shelf life of the perfume was three years.

The durability was also very high; if sprayed in the morning, it would still be fragrant by midnight, just with a varying intensity.

Most importantly, no one could imitate the perfume she had crafted by hand!

After filling five hundred bottles of perfume, the eldest brother wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at Xia Ningxing, “Sister, how do we sell these perfumes?”

The other four brothers also looked at her with wide eyes.

Though Xia Ningxing was young, the calmness and wisdom she exhibited often made people overlook her real age, naturally making them seek her advice when confronted with problems.

Xia Ningxing pondered for a moment.

In fact, she had also been thinking about the issue of selling routes these days.

Opening a store was not an option without money.

And pitching to department stores, not to mention the rent for space and booths was expensive, but also like cosmetics, to get into department stores, it was necessary to have a brand and a quality inspection report; otherwise, if customers bought your products and caused problems, the stores would be in trouble too. However, getting a quality inspection report and registering a brand would cost at least three to five thousand yuan, and they still didn’t have the money.

So, it might be better to set up a street stall.

She had visited the city when she had been shooting on location downtown and noticed that this city was much poorer and more backward than the late eighties in reality. On a street with department stores and supermarkets, there were hardly a few people selling things.

It must be because the author didn’t do much research when writing and made the late eighties sound more like the mid-eighties!

After that, Xia Ningxing told her brothers about the decision to set up a street stall.

Everyone is poor now, so even if it’s street stall goods, the vast majority of people won’t disdain it.

After earning money, they would then create their own brand and pursue a high-end route.