Chapter 543: Chapter 54: A Windfall from the Sky (Part 2)
"It’s not the Black Wisteria Mat, as the Southern Dynasty and North Korea have been squabbling lately, with shells flying back and forth, making border control very strict. It’ll be some time before we can get any Black Wisteria. However, Boss Qiu, taking into account how you’ve been nagging about our mats for so many days, I have a better mat right here that’s just been woven, so I brought it straight over for you." Mao Dazhu pulled Boss Qiu into the back storehouse, while Xiao Xian helped the shop assistants organize the mats in the store.
Soon after, Boss Qiu and Mao Dazhu came out from the back, arm in arm, with the mat already in Boss Qiu’s hands. "Brother, if you ever get such good mats again, you must notify me first."
"Of course, Brother Qiu, you have a keen eye and you know your stuff. It’s our first deal, and it’s been a pleasure." Mao Dazhu’s face was flushed with delight, his mouth stretched to his ears.
In no time at all, the two of them had crossed the gap of age and were calling each other ’brother’.
After everyone left, Xiao Xian went up to Mao Dazhu, "Sold it so quickly? For how much?"
Mao Dazhu’s face changed faster than a Beijing Opera actor, his grin drooping immediately, "Ah, it’s a pity that it’s the end of August now, the price of the mats isn’t high, just five thousand yuan. The mat woven with such effort is only worth as much as a water buffalo hide mat. Let’s calculate, I spent a thousand yuan to airship the bamboo from Zhejiang, five hundred yuan for a red envelope for the Baoshan Temple gatekeeping novice monk, and..."
"Don’t cheat me, I heard it, you sold it for fifteen thousand yuan exactly. After deducting the cost of the airfare and red envelopes, that leaves thirteen thousand five hundred yuan. Remember to subtract it from the accounts." In such a small place, where there’s barely room for an extra butt to squat, she didn’t expect to keep her sharp ears hidden.
Mao Dazhu dug at his ear. He couldn’t have heard wrong, could he? How could Xiao Xian have heard the price he whispered so softly? It’s so weird, it’s just like his former junior fellow Mei Xiang, who could hear every bit of gossip, no matter how quietly it was spoken.
Mao Dazhu was hoping to fleece her for a bit more, to get Xiao Xian to weave more mats. But now, it seemed he wouldn’t be able to hide anything from her in the future. Thinking this, Mao Dazhu became displeased, grumbling to himself.
"Not happy, eh? If you’re not happy, then find someone else to help you weave," Xiaoxian faced someone like Mao Dazhu with a fierce and merciless attitude, thinking of the millions of debt she carried, she was filled with determination.
Under her tyranny, Mao Dazhu could only obediently make the subtraction in the accounts.
Xiao Xian returned to the Zeng Family well satisfied. Xuerou had been complaining about the hot weather and hadn’t left the house for days, staying in the air-conditioned room all the time. After hearing about Xiao Xian’s squeezing of money from Mao Dazhu, she asked a question: "Are you very short on money?"
"Short, yes. The money my grandfather gave me was all used up on buying cables last time, and now I owe quite a bit to the Mei Family and Mr. Mao," Xiao Xian’s eyes sparkled when it came to money.
The batch of cables wasn’t sent out directly, but instead, Mrs. Zeng made arrangements with someone to contact a local cable dealer and sold them to Ge Village at a very low price including cables used for laying telephone lines.
Half a year later, every household in Ge Village had a telephone. Whenever Xiao Xian wanted to contact Zhu Shijun, she no longer needed to go through the village’s guesthouse, she could just call directly to his home.
"The pharmaceutical factory has been doing well in sales lately, how about I allocate some funds for you first? And what about the money from the last underground street racing?" Xuerou mentioned a few numbers.
"The pharmaceutical factory has always been managed by your aunt, and I heard they need to expand the scale and introduce new equipment to sell hangover medicine abroad. I’ve always been just taking money without contributing much lately, so let’s keep that money for turnover," Xiao Xian refused, having lived at the Zeng Family’s home for so long, she felt quite embarrassed and couldn’t just take the money without contributing.
As for the last underground race, she and Xuerou did indeed make a lot of money. The total prize money, combined with previous bets, accumulated to over a million yuan.
At that time, they had made a deal to give all the money to Uncle Li’s family. Using that money now would be improper.
"Then what about developing some new products? Aside from hangover medicine, what other formulas can you mix?" The Xu Family members were still active in Beijing, and Xuerou dared not participate in street racing again. Otherwise, with her current skills, she could make a lot of money from just one underground race.
As the two were chatting excitedly, Mrs. Zeng knocked on the door and came in. She had just returned from outside, bringing a few boxes of Häagen-Dazs ice cream, and hearing the two girls’ conversation, she came up and tossed each a box.
Xiao Xian and Xuerou each took a box, chocolate-flavored ice cream sprinkled with a layer of almond on top, tasting the rich milk flavor, which was utterly delightful.
"Mom, what else are you holding in your hand?" Mrs. Zeng was carrying the ice cream when she came up, and also had something that looked like an invitation in her hand.
"Oh, it’s from a boss I know who is auctioning art collections. We’re looking to buy a large number of art pieces for several of our newly decorated houses," Mrs. Zeng often received similar invitations. Her real estate company was recently launching several new decorated housing projects.
The so-called decorated houses are those that have been delicately furnished, with everything from house design to the placement of interior furniture all managed by the real estate company.
The decorated house project was a new venture Mrs. Zeng had recently taken on and was the flagship project of Zeng Real Estate for this year.
Seeing the beautifully crafted invitation, Xuerou took it over and looked at the name of the art company printed on it. "Xiao Xian, who did you say Mr. Mao sold the mats to?"
"A company called Global Art, huh?" Xiao Xian saw on the freshly printed invitation, one of the photos displayed below the cover was none other than the Purple Bamboo Mat that she had just let go of this morning. The speed at which it appeared was a bit too fast.
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