??Chapter 71: Chapter 71 He Has a Wicked Ability_1
Chapter 71: Chapter 71 He Has a Wicked Ability_1
At Old Man Ji’s ho, Ji Xinyi brought Song Yunuan so egg cakes and six cans of yellow peach, many of which were in abundance at Old Mr.
Ji’s ho, mostly given out of respect by Hospital Director Zhuang and also brought by Lin Qing and Su Junze.
Asheng, who had been crying, stopped imdiately upon seeing the food.
Xia Guilan had just returned from the fields.
Consequently, she called Lian Xiang over.
This ti, they brought thirty satchels and two hundred head flowers.
Song Yunuan poured all the money from the satchels onto the kang bed all at once.
The three won’s eyes instantly widened.
Lian Xiang was about to reach out and touch it but was unceremoniously slapped on the back of the hand by Old Mrs.
Song, who scolded her, “Hold on, ugly truths should be spoken upfront…”
Lian Xiang quickly responded, “Mom, no need to say more, I understand.
The capital is Little Nuan’s, and the ideas and concepts are Little Nuan’s as well.
However you want to handle it is fine by , I really have no other thoughts.”
Old Mrs.
Song glanced at Lian Xiang, curled her lip, then said, “You see that bicycle over there, right?
That’s Little Nuan’s, and no one else should set their sights on it.”
Lian Xiang still felt sowhat uncomfortable inside.
The old lady was biased, spending twenty yuan just for a bicycle voucher.
But rembering the items they had been making these past days, she imdiately suppressed the thought, “Mom, I’m not coveting it.”
Old Mrs.
Song said, “Sun Jinrong doesn’t know yet.
Let’s wait until things settle down on her end before discussing it, and don’t you go blabbering, got it?”
Lian Xiang nodded hastily, sure she wouldn’t ntion it, but if Sun Jinrong found out, she would certainly be jealous.
However, the matter was under Old Mrs.
Song’s control, so Lian Xiang didn’t get involved.
Old Mrs.
Song said, “Take out Little Nuan’s capital, and the money for the bicycle bought for Little Nuan too, all from here.”
Lian Xiang instinctively startled, blurting out, “Then what’s left over?”
Old Mrs.
Song glared at her, Xia Guilan furrowed her brows, and as Lian Xiang gasped at the sight of the large pile of money, she hurriedly corrected herself, “Whatever you say goes, mom, you make the call.”
Old Mrs.
Song ignored her, then commanded, “Count the money!”
Counting money sure was joyful.
They sorted the various denominations, stacking them up, and then counted together.
The thirty satchels sold for eighty yuan, one hundred large head flowers for fifty-five yuan, and one hundred small head flowers for twenty-nine yuan.
Included were so given away and those exchanged for hawthorn berries.
In total, they made one hundred sixty-four yuan.
Gazing at the large pile of money, it felt like it wouldn’t be short, but no one had expected it to be this much.
Everyone’s eyes were wide, shocked.
Everyone except Song Yunuan.
Song Yunuan pointed to the room where Song Ting lived, “This is just the beginning, there’s more over there.”
Old Mrs.
Song briskly got down off the kang.
Xia Guilan and Lian Xiang quickly followed, but Song Yunuan sat still on the kang.
She had counted the inventory earlier, hadn’t she?
Since yesterday, they had not been producing due to lack of raw materials, and indeed, they had made quite a lot.
Currently, there were four hundred sixty satchels left, and six thousand seven hundred head flowers remained.
These were the results of three people’s round-the-clock efforts.
Almost a week’s work.
Song Yunuan sat silently on the kang, waiting for them to have a look before coming out.
Old Mrs.
Song had a slightly floating gait, and with a trembling voice, she asked Song Yunuan, “Little Nuan, can we sell all of these?”
“We should be able to.”
Xia Guilan, however, ca to a realization, “Even if we can’t sell them, it’s no problem.
As long as they’re stored properly and not nibbled by rats, they don’t consu grass or feed, so there’s no loss.”
Song Yunuan replied, “Right, if we can’t sell them in the county town, we can go to the provincial city.
Besides, our county town is quite big, with hundreds of thousands of people, so these items are unlikely to not sell.”
Old Mrs.
Song took a deep breath, then told Little Nuan, “First, I’ll give you your capital back.”
She counted out one hundred and twenty yuan and handed it to Song Yunuan.
Song Yunuan took it, and since it was for investnt, she originally thought it would take so effort, but with the Song family being so united, it saved both ti and effort.
But the initial capital is just that, getting it back is normal.
There was still forty-four yuan left.
Well, actually, that was a substantial amount too.
All the money was in Old Mrs.
Song’s hands, and they had agreed on the next ti to sell the crossbody bags and hair ornants; Lian Xiang was both excited and anxious.
Old Mrs.
Song gently asked Song Yunuan, “Little Nuan, do you want to save your money?”
A little girl with so much money in her hands would surely feel nervous and scared.
Song Yunuan said she was fine for now.
She would save it next ti she went.
anwhile, Qin Siqi, who was sitting in the car, was in a bad mood.
They had been driving around the north of the city, and now they were heading in the direction of the guesthouse.
Qin Siqi’s mind was preoccupied with Old Mrs.
Song’s hesitant deanor.
It was Lin Qing who had called her.
If Lin Qing hadn’t called her, would that old lady have co to talk to her?
What would she have said?
It wouldn’t be about borrowing money, would it?
Looking at the patched clothes she was still wearing, only Song Yunuan was dressed nicely, and that was also taken from the Qin family.
Qin Siqi was irritated, completely irritated; she shouldn’t have co.
Before leaving, her mother had given her one hundred yuan to spend as she pleased, and besides, staying and eating at the guesthouse didn’t cost anything, since Zheng Dong was covering it.
Anyway, she was not going to lend them any money.
Lin Qing was sitting beside her, discussing old artifacts with Su Junze, ntioning that her grandfather wanted to buy them at a high price but was worried about getting cheated.
After all, finding a bargain at Beidu Old Street Garden was not easy; there were always more fakes than genuine articles, and so people specialized in fakes that made you think you had found a treasure.
In any case, Su Junze had to handle it well.
Money was not an issue, of course, but he could not break the rules or cause trouble for the Su family.
The two chatted sporadically.
Soon after, Qin Siqi realized that Lin Qing, who seed stubborn and temperantal, actually knew when to be gentle.
For example, when talking to Su Junze, her eyes would smile, and her voice carried a cheerful tone, making people feel like they were basking in spring.
Not only Su Junze, but Qin Siqi herself enjoyed listening to her talk.
In fact, Lin Qing and Su Junze had a very good relationship.
Suddenly, Qin Siqi rembered sothing.
She shifted uncomfortably in her seat.
Asheng, the brother she once had, had an extraordinary sense for old objects, which was why soone had imprisoned him in her dream.
It was to have him identify genuine and counterfeit items, as well as their age.
Suddenly, Qin Siqi clutched her forehead as an unexpected sharp pain hit her, and her vision blurred for a mont; the complete image suddenly shattered into pieces.
She cried out in pain, and Lin Qing quickly showed concern, asking what was wrong.
Qin Siqi looked pale and said it was nothing, she might be a little carsick since she wasn’t used to riding in cars.
Lin Qing said sympathetically, “Ah, if only you hadn’t been switched at birth, things would be so much better.”
Qin Siqi felt uncomfortable at the thought.
Now that the Song family was doing well, would they pester her for money in the future?
It was truly annoying.
If they had all died like in her coma dream, it actually would have been a relief.
Suddenly, she spoke up, “Sister Lin, I want to tell you sothing, but I don’t know if you’ll believe ?”
Lin Qing looked at her with a smile, her voice soft, “You’re making it so mysterious, co on, tell .”
Qin Siqi said, “The youngest child in the Song family, the one nad Song Mingsheng, is a bit odd.”
“In what way is he odd?” Lin Qing asked with interest.
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