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Chapter 106: Business Strategies Chapter 106: Business Strategies She finally understood his situation.

He needed help, and now she was ready to offer it.

With a deep breath, Nnenna walked up to him and gently tapped him on the shoulder.

The old man looked up, his face still buried in his hands.

He blinked, confusion crossing his features, then surprise flickered in his eyes.

“Aren’t you that strangely dressed girl I almost hit earlier?

The one standing in the middle of the road?” He squinted, his gaze falling on her.

Nnenna “…” She was still wearing the same sunglasses, clothes, and scarf, which he seemed to remember quite clearly.

“Yes, I’m the one,” Nnenna replied sheepishly, her eyes avoiding his.

The man blinked, still confused.

“Do you need anything?” he asked, his curiosity piqued.

He wondered why she had tapped him, and more importantly, how she knew where he was.

Was she following him?

“She must be following me,” he muttered to himself, realizing with a start that, yes, she had indeed been following him.

“Why are you following me?” “I just want to help,” Nnenna answered, her voice soft but determined.

The man raised an eyebrow in surprise.

“Why would you want to help me?

Don’t you have somewhere to be?

Aren’t you supposed to be in school?” Nnenna hesitated for a moment, then replied, “I do have somewhere to be, but I think helping you right now is more important.” She paused again, thinking over her words carefully.

The old man stared at her for a long moment, sadness flickering in his eyes as he noticed his competitors selling well.

It seemed he had no choice but to allow her to speak.

“You said you have a way to help me?” he asked, not forgetting the one phrase that had struck him more than anything else “I want to help.” “Yes, sir.

Can we talk on the side?” she asked, her tone polite but firm.

The man raised a brow but nodded.

“Okay.” He stepped aside with her, curiosity creeping into his expression.

Standing at the edge of the road, Nnenna wasted no time.

“I noticed you’re selling ready made food, which is great for people who want to grab a quick meal at work.

But here’s the thing, your competitors are offering more.

Many of them sell snacks, small side dishes, even drinks beyond just water.

But all you have is food.

Not even a variety, just the basics.” The man frowned, his arms crossing over his chest.

Was she just here to point out his flaws?

What was the point of this conversation?

His voice carried a tinge of irritation.

“Little girl, what exactly are you trying to say?

I would love to expand, but this business started with limited capital.

Do you think I don’t know these things?

I just don’t have the money yet.

My plan was to reinvest profits and grow gradually, but it takes time.” “Is this what you meant?” he asked, about to leave.

“No, no, sir!

I’m just stating what puts you at a disadvantage.

Hear me out completely,” she said, starting to feel annoyed.

The old man paused after sensing her annoyance.

Why was he getting frustrated when she was the one using her time to help him?

He wondered that himself.

“Okay then, how do I do better than my competitors if I don’t have the money they do?” he asked, crossing his arms.

“Easy,” she replied with a confident smile.

“There’s one thing that barely any of your competitors do.

They don’t show customers how their food is being prepared, nor do they provide a comfortable space for customers who don’t have an office or a proper place to eat.

What you need to do is set up your materials in a shaded spot, like under that huge tree over there.

See how open and inviting that space is?

You could turn it into something special.” “Cook the food in front of them, then they can eat under the shade.

They can even sit on those tree trunks, since the tree is huge and its roots are thick like seats,” she suggested.

The man fell into deep thought.

“I didn’t think of that,” he admitted, rubbing his chin.

“But I didn’t carry all my cooking materials with me.

I only bring enough to top up my goods when they run low.” “That’s okay,” she said with a reassuring smile.

“We just need a few ingredients.” Ten minutes later, Nnenna had already moved the mobile food vendor under the shade, helping him set up his cooking station.

The scent of spices soon filled the air, drawing curious gazes from nearby people.

Just as he was about to start cooking, he glanced at the little girl standing nearby.

“Why are you still covering yourself up?” he asked, his eyes narrowing slightly.

“Are you hiding your face for some reason?” “Yes, Grandpa, I have to cover my face for some reasons.

I hope you don’t mind?” Nnenna asked cautiously, making sure to get his approval.

The old man shook his head with a gentle smile.

“No, no, I don’t mind at all.

It’s your choice.” Then his eyes lit up as he added, “Have you had lunch yet?

I have some food here.” She waved her hand dismissively.

“No, I’m not hungry.” His face fell slightly, but he quickly masked it.

“Okay, but… can you at least taste my food?

Tell me if there’s anything missing?” Nnenna tilted her head, noticing the desperation in his eyes.

That’s when it hit her.

He wasn’t just asking for an opinion, he was asking for hope.

Business must have been slow, and he was probably worried that something was wrong with his cooking.

Her heart ached a little.

Without hesitation, she picked up a clean spoon and scooped up a bite.

As soon as it neared her nose, a rich, mouthwatering aroma hit her senses.

Her stomach rumbled in betrayal.

She put it into her mouth, and, oh.

OH.

Her eyes widened in surprise.

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