Jenna Roland stared at her phone screen and suddenly burst out laughing.

This netizen's startup advice was refreshingly practical.

"Is being strong considered an advantage?" she typed quickly and hit send.

The message showed "read" instantly.

The other person was clearly glued to their phone.

A reply popped up: "Street vending is much simpler than opening a store. You only need twenty to thirty grand in startup capital, and you don't even need a business license."

Before Jenna could respond, two more messages followed.

"Have you decided what to sell?"

"If it's accessories, I can recommend my regular wholesale market. The owner is super nice."

Jenna deleted her draft and typed: "I want to sell clothes. Accessories have too many varieties—I'm afraid I'll mix up the prices."

"What a coincidence! The wholesale market I go to has a women's clothing section right next door."

"How's the pricing?"

"Ten to thirty bucks per piece, with bulk discounts. Mainly targeting girls aged 15 to 25."

"Where is it?"

"The Garment Wholesale Center. They have everything there."

Jenna's eyes lit up as her fingers flew across the screen: "Perfect! Can you take me there tomorrow? Oh, by the way, I'm Jenna."

"I'm Hannah! Just call me Hannah!"

They agreed to meet at the Garment Wholesale Center entrance at nine the next morning.

After exiting the chat app, Jenna flopped onto the couch, giggling uncontrollably.

She'd always thought about working a regular job to support herself and her brother. Becoming her own boss had never crossed her mind.

Just the thought of running her own street stall made her heart race with excitement.

She'd already mapped it out in her head: if the street vending business took off, she'd open a clothing boutique someday.

Taking a deep breath, she felt invigorated.

Youth was her greatest asset. Maybe this could really change her fate.

If she could earn enough, she and her brother might finally have a brighter future.

Lost in her dreams of prosperity, her phone vibrated against her stomach.

The caller ID read "Grandma Blanche."

"Grandma," Jenna answered promptly.

"Jenna, dear, what are you up to?" The elderly woman's kind voice came through.

Jenna sat up straight. "Just finished washing the bedsheets. Did you need something?"

"It's this Saturday—have you checked the menu? Can you come by at six in the morning?"

Back when she worked at the club, she could never wake up that early.

But things were different now.

"No problem. I'll be there at six sharp," Jenna agreed cheerfully.