Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart-Chapter 66 - 65 In One’s Lifetime
66: Chapter 65: In One’s Lifetime
66 -65: In One’s Lifetime
Qian Guozhu had always felt that his eldest sister was clever and unlikely to be taken advantage of outside.
But now, he just wanted to turn back to the town to find a machete to place under his eldest sister’s pillow.
Wang Shumei used all her skills to convince Qian Guozhu that she would not suffer any losses and sent him away.
She roughly looked through the things Qian Guozhu brought again.
Rice, flour, snacks, plus snow cream and soap.
As soon as she saw the soap, Wang Shumei thought of Lin Nianhe.
The soap she used at her place that evening seemed to smell better than this one…
“Hmm?
Soap?”
Lin Nianhe blinked and nonchalantly replied, “I brought it from home.”
After a pause, she curiously said, “Are there different kinds of soap?
Let me see!”
With that, she grabbed the soap from Wang Shumei like a curious baby and sniffed it hard.
Seeing this, Wang Shumei didn’t suspect anything and truly believed that the particularly fragrant soap had been brought from Beijing.
Well, there must be plenty of good stuff in Beijing.
Wen Lan, seeing Lin Nianhe behaving this way, couldn’t understand, “How do you usually live?
How come you’ve only seen one type of soap?
The Cooperative Society in Beijing must be huge, right?
You must go there often.”
Lin Nianhe looked innocent, “Even if I went, I wouldn’t specifically look for soap.
Those are all bought by my mom, I don’t deal with it.”
What could she say?
She hadn’t considered the soap issue when she came; the soap in her room was from her storage, and the ‘ShuX Jia’ brand had been rubbed off with hot water by her.
Lin Nianhe hadn’t cared too much about the soap issue before; after all, she didn’t use soap for face washing, and purchasing one specifically for show seemed unnecessary.
Life, after all, requires saving here, spending there.
Faced with Wen Lan’s disdainful look, Lin Nianhe shrugged it off, leaning on the edge of the table.
Wang Shumei laughed and took out two red hair bands, giving one to each of them, “My brother brought these especially for you, saying thank you for taking care of me.”
Wen Lan, “Looks nice!”
Lin Nianhe, “Th-Thank you.” Yet another assault by straight male aesthetics!
After thanking her and taking the hair band, Lin Nianhe tied it on right away.
She went back to make lunch, and Wang Shumei followed shortly after.
Lin Nianhe was peeling potatoes by the stove and asked her, “What’s up?”
Wang Shumei placed 50 cents on the stove top, lowering her voice, “The extra money, I brought it over for you.”
“Ah?” Lin Nianhe was a bit surprised, “That much extra?”
The fruit farmers were really honest!
“Yeah, they weighed it when they sold it.” Wang Shumei didn’t mention she had added a few cents more herself, crouching next to Lin Nianhe, she softly asked, “Will there be more next time?”
“If sales go well, then continue,” Lin Nianhe answered easily, “Anytime for me, just let me know three days before your brother comes, I’ll arrange everything.”
Wang Shumei examined her, somewhat hesitant, “Do you have other channels?”
Lin Nianhe smiled with her eyes, “Can’t say, can’t say.”
She had to give Wang Shumei this illusion; she deliberately led her to believe her source was from abroad.
After all this trouble, it couldn’t just be for two thousand catties of apples, could it?
Having such a grand setup, they couldn’t possibly have just one sales channel, could they?
It wasn’t that she was unreliable, it was simply out of necessity.
Wang Shumei didn’t ask further, only saying, “Next time, could you give me a bit more?”
Lin Nianhe straightforwardly asked, “How much can you handle?”
Wang Shumei thought about what Qian Guozhu had said, and held up a finger to Lin Nianhe, “For now, six thousand catties of apples at a time.”
Six thousand catties, three tons.
Including the goods used for cover, it was the maximum capacity that Qian Guozhu’s truck could handle.
Apples sell well in the provincial city; the black market told Qian Guozhu, any amount is welcome.
Lin Nianhe thought for a moment and nodded: “Okay.”
She was feeling melancholic now—she felt that she would never be able to sell all her twenty thousand tons of apples in her lifetime.
Wang Shumei added, “We can take more grain, even double or triple the amount.
If the vehicle doesn’t fit, we can find a way to make a few more trips.”
Grain sells well and doesn’t spoil easily.
Every time the word “grain” was mentioned, Lin Nianhe’s heart ached.
She shook her head in pain: “Really, there isn’t.”
Wang Shumei was somewhat puzzled: “Why?
It sells well.”
Lin Nianhe: “The profit is too low.”
At the Cooperative Society, rice is 12 cents per half kilogram, and it requires coupons.
The black market does not need coupons, and can be sold for 15 to 18 cents.
But that’s not a matter of profit.
The main problem is the huge difference in quality, and the grain bags still have manufacturing dates starting with ‘2’ printed on them!
Lin Nianhe really didn’t have the leisure to trade and repack thousands of these bags of rice and flour to resell them.
Besides, massive amounts of grain entering the market would inevitably cause market fluctuations, and if it really attracted attention and led to an investigation…
So, she’d better just stick to selling apples, simple and safe.
Wang Shumei pondered for a while and also understood Lin Nianhe’s point.
She nodded, no longer dwelling on the grain issue, and only said: “Alright, next time six thousand jin.”
“Mhm.”
Wang Shumei left, and Lin Nianhe hadn’t finished peeling her potatoes yet.
She held a potato, deep in thought.
Six thousand jin of apples, forty cents per jin, that would be two thousand four hundred yuan.
Based on the current prices, that could buy a courtyard house in Beijing, right?
You know, the apples she is selling now, were bought for one yuan twenty cents per jin at the time.
That’s like buying a courtyard house for seven thousand two hundred yuan.
Although it’s not possible to buy and sell houses now, this business, it’s worth it.
It’s just a pity for her grains…
Lin Nianhe painfully clutched her chest.
What she lost was not just grain, but one courtyard house after another.
For her own health and peace of mind, Lin Nianhe quickly put the idea of the courtyard house out of her mind and started cooking.
The second visit from Qian Guozhu came faster than expected; a week later, Wang Shumei received a telegram with a date on it.
She hurriedly went to find Lin Nianhe, but there was an awkward issue—
“Well, Nianhe, how about we take less this time, I suddenly remembered, my brother probably doesn’t have that much money.”
She was also confused, forgetting how much money was needed for six thousand jin of apples.
Lin Nianhe waved her hand slightly: “Then let’s settle the payment when he returns, no rush.”
Wang Shumei was surprised: “Aren’t you afraid we won’t pay?”
Lin Nianhe sized her up: “Your residence registration is at Ten Miles Team, where could you run?”
Wang Shumei: “That’s also true.”
Three days later when delivering the goods, Lin Nianhe still went out after dinner for a while, placed the apples in the cave and lingered around, only returning around nine o’clock.
It wasn’t long before Wang Shumei also went out.
The wall in the backyard, in recent times, had been climbed over more times than in the past few years combined.
As a wall, its dignity had long been trampled beyond recognition.
Three days later, Qian Guozhu came to Ten Miles Team again, still bringing things for Wang Shumei and gifts for her two friends.
After he left, Wang Shumei sneakily brought Lin Nianhe two thousand four hundred and thirty yuan.
“Sister Shumei, this money, did you round it up for me?”
Lin Nianhe looked at the neatly stacked stacks of banknotes, frowning.
