Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder's Record of Counterattacks

Ning Shu parked the car in front of a restaurant and went inside to eat with Mother Ding.

Looking out the window, she saw the black car drive off and stop at the intersection.

Ning Shu was now certain they were being followed.

The steak arrived, and Ning Shu and Mother Ding ate slowly.

Ning Shu was thinking about the situation. So far, there had been no real progress.

After leaving the restaurant, Ning Shu took Mother Ding to the mall.

Mother Ding hadn’t been in the mood to shop earlier, but once they got to the mall, she immediately started browsing through things.

They shopped around and bought a lot.

This really made it tough on the people tailing them. Ning Shu quietly told Mother Ding that they were being followed.

Ning Shu figured the ones tailing them were probably Bai Hanmo’s men. The situation with Ding Ningdie’s leg wasn’t something that could just be ignored.

During the board meeting, Ning Shu noticed Ding Ningdie’s discomfort.

Ding Ningdie’s leg clearly bothered her. She kept shifting her weight, especially since she was wearing high heels.

Ding Ningdie’s face looked tired, her brows furrowed like she was enduring something.

And everything that went down during the meeting surely made Ding Yan furious.

Mother Ding wanted to check out the people following them, but Ning Shu said, “Don’t look.”

Mother Ding dragged Ning Shu all around the mall, up and down floors, making the people following them almost collapse.

Finally, they left the mall, got in the car, and drove off, while the people tailing them were still searching inside.

“Who are those people?” Mother Ding asked Ning Shu.

“Ding Ningdie has after-effects from her leg injury, so Bai Hanmo won’t let us off so easily. Those men must be his. Be more careful when you go out, and try to stay home if you can,” Ning Shu said.

Mother Ding nodded.

After that, Ning Shu’s days got busier, as some people started placing orders with her.

Earlier, Ning Shu had sent out a batch of products. Some people used them, while others threw them away.

Those who tried them had good results and contacted Ning Shu.

Ning Shu asked for a deposit upfront, and these wealthy ladies paid without complaint.

Ning Shu planned to open a small shop just for these products.

There was no need for a grand opening; she wanted to keep it low-key and mysterious.

After making the products, Ning Shu had them tested and packaged nicely.

She spent almost every day in her shop preparing them.

Once a batch was ready, she delivered them to the customers.

Ning Shu used only the best ingredients, so her products were pricier than regular cosmetics.

As orders kept coming in, she told everyone that there was limited stock and they’d have to wait in line.

She ran her business calmly, without rushing or panicking.

Many tried to pull strings to get large amounts of the product, but Ning Shu flatly refused.

She wasn’t even worried about her formula getting leaked.

With traditional Chinese medicine, the effects varied based on the specific amounts used.

Ning Shu didn’t want too many of her products flooding the market. Otherwise, she’d get too busy, and the products would lose their value.

This was scarcity marketing, a strategy to maximize profits.

Seeing that Ning Shu could make money with her products, Mother Ding let her continue with it and would occasionally lend a hand.

Most of the time, though, she was focused on collecting shares of the Ding family’s company.

The events of the last board meeting had left a strange atmosphere hanging over the company.