Reborn in the 80s: The Smart Wife with a Secret Space Chapter 1081: Don’t Let Them Get Away

Plans for Chongyang Mountain Villa remain in the planning stage for the moment, since construction won’t commence until at least the end of next month.

Xinyan thus turned her attention straight to Ling Tianze.

Ling Tianze flipped open his notebook: "The second courtyard project kicks off in a few days, and I’ve already passed on all the diagrams you handed me last year to the appropriate contacts. Completion is expected by the end of next month.

As for staffing needs, I’ve posted small ads in key spots across the commercial street, with sign-ups beginning tomorrow. We’ll pick the top talents, and all requirements are spelled out clearly."

Xinyan praised Ling Tianze’s swift handling: "Perfect, you take charge of it. I’ll carve out time to drop by for hands-on training when the moment’s right."

In her past life, beauty care wasn’t her profession, yet she knew the field well thanks to the club’s beauty services and her close friends in the business—she dropped in regularly.

She’d heard those friends spill plenty on the industry’s secrets.

Though she never tried the treatments herself, she’d observed enough to grasp the techniques and products thoroughly.

Beauty salons will soon grace the second courtyard, while the east wing crafts the essential products. No rivals can duplicate items infused with Space Stream Water.

Hires must sign strict confidentiality agreements to remain on board.

The skincare workshop, of course, operates on assembly lines, ensuring no one masters the full production secrets.

On the consignment shop, Gao Fu’e hesitated: "Manager Ling wants to add a few racks outside the store this year; we’ll stock seasonal fruits too when they arrive."

Xinyan saw no problem—the shop’s compact size meant extra goods would boost sales in the residential zone, where business stays steady.

Xinyan grinned at her: "That works. If it helps, turn that window into a door for easier access."

Ling Tianze nodded approvingly: "Great suggestion—it lets them step right out from the counter, cutting down on a lot of trouble."

Xinyan shifted her gaze to the clothing store last, where manager Fang Runmei cleared her throat: "Young Master, Sister Chen advised against sourcing from the garment factory before. What’s our plan now?"

Xinyan smiled reassuringly: "Start by showcasing our own stock. Should the factory cut supplies, we’ll source directly from the south—plenty more styles there."

Fang Runmei breathed easier: "That’s reassuring."

Everyone then turned to Mao Jiangpeng, the tea shop overseer, who spoke up: "The shop’s teas already boast loyal patrons. This year, we aim to actively seek out more customers.

Secure bulk orders from factories and offices. Success could skyrocket sales several-fold, even dozens of times over."

Xinyan chuckled: "Outstanding plan. Need extra hands? Turn to Manager Ling for recruitment help."

Mao Jiangpeng, thrilled by the Young Master’s backing: "Young Master, count on me—I’ll pour everything into growing and elevating our tea shop’s operations."

Xinyan flashed a thumbs-up: "Love the initiative. Keep pushing forward."

With tasks assigned, Xinyan didn’t linger, urgent home matters awaiting: "Tianze, treat the team to dinner tonight—it celebrates our grand launch.

Family obligations keep me away, so I’ll skip. Eat heartily, drink freely. New year brings fresh opportunities—let’s aim for even greater success. You’ve got this!"

Once beyond the shop district, Xinyan hadn’t gone far before sensing a tail. She mused inwardly: I’ve been expecting you.

Yet Xinyan refused them an easy shot, dragging them in loops until twilight fell.

Noticing their endurance fraying, she at last granted them their chance.

The pursuers traded glances, eyes flashing eagerly: The long tail hadn’t been futile—patience had nearly snapped.

They then hemmed Xinyan into a narrow alley, their leader leering wickedly: "Looks the part alright, but wits are dull—we’ve pinned you down at last; mission accomplished. Lads, take her—no slipping away."