Five stones totaled 7.5 million, Jiang Xiaoxiao didn’t hesitate at all, she only spent 50 yuan as capital.
The money was split into three parts, 2.5 million each. This amount wasn’t a big deal for her.
Her Youthful Appearance Pills could probably sell for more, but one must be reasonable.
Brother Jin got 2.5 million, Fan Jinkui 2.5 million, Jiang Xiaoxiao transferred the money to them and then turned away.
The dicinal market needed more of her browsing.
Fan Jinkui directly transferred 188,000 to Brother Jin, clearing his old debt.
From now on, he wouldn’t need to worry about being chased by loan sharks.
He watched Jiang Xiaoxiao’s determined departing figure.
He instructed his two lackeys, then headed ho where his brother-in-law awaited.
He needed to take care of his own matters.
He couldn’t continue living this muddled life; he had to live with dignity, like a man.
Brother Jin had his lackey collect the money, not caring about Fan Jinkui.
His eyes and mind were focused on Jiang Xiaoxiao in front, his sister was indeed formidable.
He probably misjudged her earlier; she played the pig to eat the tiger.
Jiang Xiaoxiao bought quite a bit of dicinal herbs, followed by soone carrying bags.
Brother Jin, with his rogue look, seed like a bully harassing virtuous won, with a grinning face so bright that many steered clear upon seeing this.
Receiving sympathetic glances from onlookers, Jiang Xiaoxiao could only beat a retreat.
"Brother Jin, I understand your intentions. How about this, co to this address tomorrow and talk to . We can discuss cooperation."
Jiang Xiaoxiao needed people.
She couldn’t scatter her personnel everywhere for everything, those protecting her couldn’t leave her side.
On one hand, they needed to protect her; on the other, they needed to protect the old lady of the Hao family.
Having them do more would be too exhausting; a person can’t be split into many parts.
While people like Hao Zhigang were trustworthy, dealing with all aspects locally required more than just a few from Hao Zhigang, lacking soone like Brother Jin.
Her goal wasn’t to earn money; wealth, being external, if it paves the way, it’s worth giving anyone the opportunity to earn.
Upon hearing this, Brother Jin’s eyes squinted with joy.
"Sister, don’t worry, I’ll be there tomorrow."
He wanted to send Jiang Xiaoxiao ho, to find out more, but she resolutely refused.
Not that Brother Jin couldn’t find out, but he knew better than to provoke her.
This was his future financial path.
Watching Jiang Xiaoxiao leave, his lackey followed, but he instructed them clearly that if they couldn’t keep up, they mustn’t let her notice, better not to follow than to give Brother Jin a bad reputation.
Brother Jin sashayed back with his lackey.
With drinks and dishes ready, Brother Jin and his group toasted away, dreaming of upgrading from rags to riches.
Doing high-interest loans in West City wasn’t easy money, encounter a couple of well-backed rich kids, and one could lose the shirt off their back.
Who wouldn’t want to run a legitimate business, alas, no talent.
Though their family historically dealt with dicine.
Sadly, the family declined long ago, even the secret recipes were lost.
Lacking talent and born with insufficient spiritual power, dreaming of becoming a healer was just that—a dream.
No one looked up to him.
Thus, he gave up that thought and delved into the underworld trades, one must earn to live.
But this business was hard.
Now things were different.
Brother Jin, with his sharp mind, realized from carrying the bags that all these herbs were undoubtedly for refining elixirs.
Though the concocted elixir might not be anything special.
For authentic secret recipes were fiercely guarded by families, none would trade them away even at the cost of one’s life.
Yet this person had such fortune that simply picking a few dicinal stones yielded herbs aged ten thousand years.
With such luck, not following would be a disservice to oneself.
"Boss, we lost her, couldn’t keep up."
Soon enough, the person he assigned to tail Jiang Xiaoxiao ca back.
Her driver was too clever, spun around a few tis till they were completely disoriented.
This was the difference between the untrained and the professional.
Brother Jin’s people were re street thugs, not professionally trained.
Compared to Jin Dachuan’s, they were worlds apart.
"Alright! No big deal if you lost track, co now, sit down and eat."
The expectation was a scolding from their boss for failing a simple task. Yet, their boss was unexpectedly lenient, leaving them baffled.
"Boss, how about I stake out the dicinal market for a few days? I estimate that girl will return, then I’ll capture her for you and uncover her background."
Da Hei offered boastfully, patting his chest in assurance to Brother Jin.
Brother Jin gave his forehead a smack.
"What nonsense are you on about? Who told you to do that? If you dare offend my sister, I’ll personally drag you bound to apologize, I’m telling you, ss with her and block our path to fortune, I’ll show no rcy, I’ll break your legs and toss you back ho to fend for yourself."
Those words were heavy.
Da Hei shrank in fright.
Brother Jin usually treated his n kindly and gently, never harsh. This was his first ti showing such anger, with eyes that seed murderous.
"Boss, is there sothing special about the girl you t today? Is she a descendant from a dicinal family in West City?"
Da Hei voiced the curiosity of his peers, seeing their boss’s obsequiousness seed beneath him.
"Whether she’s from a dicinal family in West City, we’ll find out tomorrow. What are you anxious about? If we truly latch on this ti, we could soar, no longer the lowly underdogs.
Do you wish to do high-interest loans your whole life? Keep at it till you’re worn out at fifty, risking life and limb?"
Da Hei’s eyes lit up at these words, no one wanted to do this forever. Those who take up high-interest loan jobs in West City had no other path.
If one had any skill, they’d all want ties to the dicine trade to earn a tidy sum.
There’s a chance!
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