Wu Jun ended his chat with Ma Siyu.
He leaned back in his chair, tossed his phone onto the counter, and just crashed in the chair for the night.
「The next morning.」
When Xu Fei woke up, she sat up in bed and looked around the room.
Having been in and out moving bags of rice these past few days, she was more familiar with this place than the room she slept in at her aunt’s house.
’It’s Brother Wu’s room. Brother Wu’s big bed.’ Xu Fei even remembered him saying he’d spent over three thousand yuan on it and got a fire extinguisher and some other stuff for free.
She looked down at the clothes she was wearing. They had been completely changed, from her underwear out. Even the bedsheet beneath her... had been removed.
’Did Brother Wu take advantage of me while I was drunk? Did he... do *that* to me?’
’You can know a person’s face but not their heart. That bastard Wu Jun!’
Xu Fei tugged at her hair, her mind racing with wild thoughts, but she couldn’t remember a single thing that happened after she started drinking.
’No, I can’t keep working here.’
Having made up her mind, Xu Fei got out of bed. She looked around but couldn’t find her own clothes. Giving up the search, she slipped her feet into Wu Jun’s oversized slippers and pulled open the bedroom door.
As soon as she opened the door, she saw that bastard Wu Jun acting like nothing had happened, ringing up a customer.
She used to think Wu Jun had a sunny, warm smile. But looking at it today, it was like the smile of the Big Bad Wolf disguised as Grandma tricking Little Red Riding Hood.
"You’re awake? Go eat in the kitchen first. Some hot porridge will be good for your stomach," Wu Jun said, turning to Xu Fei after the customer paid and left.
Xu Fei’s face tightened. Full of anger, she started walking toward Wu Jun.
Wu Jun looked completely bewildered. ’What did I do to offend her?’
"Welcome," the sensor at the door suddenly chirped.
Mrs. Wang from upstairs came into the shop. Seeing Xu Fei walking toward the entrance, she quickly called out, "Little Xu, grab me a bag of rice on your way out."
Xu Fei’s expression changed in an instant. She smiled sweetly and said, "Of course, Auntie Wang. I’ll go get it for you right now."
With that, she turned around, went to the back to get a bag of rice, and eagerly helped Mrs. Wang carry it out the door.
Wu Jun: "..."
After seeing Mrs. Wang off, Xu Fei came back into the supermarket, stood at the entrance facing Wu Jun, and announced, "Wu Jun, I’m done! I quit!"
This was the first time Wu Jun had ever seen Xu Fei angry. She wasn’t calling him "Brother Wu" anymore; she was using his full name.
Wu Jun held back a laugh and asked, "Still drunk? What nonsense are you talking about?"
Her almond-shaped eyes went wide as she glared at Wu Jun. "Who’s talking nonsense? You bastard, what did you do to me last night! Where are my clothes? Give them to me. I’m going home."
Wu Jun couldn’t help but be amused by her reaction and let out a laugh.
Xu Fei: "You’re still laughing!"
Wu Jun reached into his pocket, pulled out his phone, opened his WeChat history with Ma Siyu, and handed it to Xu Fei.
"What’s this for?" Xu Fei asked, taking the phone subconsciously with a puzzled look.
Wu Jun said, "You’ll know once you look at it."
Looking thoroughly confused, Xu Fei lowered her head to look at the phone. She read through the chat history between him and Ma Siyu and looked at the picture Ma Siyu had sent Wu Jun.
Then, she looked down at the pajamas she was wearing. Weren’t they the exact same as the ones the woman in the picture was wearing?
Only then did she realize she had wrongly accused Wu Jun. Remembering what she had just said to him, she wished she could find a hole to crawl into.
"Brother Wu, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry! I think my head’s still a little dizzy, I’m not sober yet. I’m just going to go wash my face and clear my head!" Xu Fei tapped her head, turned, and scurried toward the restroom.
In the restroom, she saw her dirty clothes on the floor, which hadn’t been cleaned up yet, and the soiled bedsheet piled in the corner.
Xu Fei buried her face in her hands and rubbed it hard. ’So embarrassing, this is so mortifying.’
After washing up, Xu Fei came out of the restroom, said a quick word to Wu Jun, pulled her keys from the pocket of the apron she wore during the day, and rushed out the door, her face beet red.
She went upstairs to her aunt’s place, changed her clothes, and came back down. Xu Fei started working again, making no mention of quitting.
After a busy morning, Xu Fei and Wu Jun fell back into their usual dynamic. They both had a tacit understanding not to bring up what happened last night or this morning.
After the morning rush, Xu Fei began cleaning the store, taking inventory, and wiping down the shelves.
Wu Jun sat in his boss’s chair, thinking about his meeting with Luo Zhengang last night.
’The more I think about it, the more I feel like it wasn’t worth it.’
’My rice is clearly better than Meng Zalang’s in every way, and it’s less than half the price.’
’If Luo Zhengang’s bank bought my rice, not only would they get a higher quality product, but they would also save a huge amount on their event budget. It’s a win-win with no downsides.’
’The way I handled it was like a parent telling their child, "I’m doing this for your own good."’
’And the child just goes, "I’m not listening, I’m not listening."’
’Then after a spanking, they’re all, "Oh, this is actually great."’
’I was just dazzled by that huge sum of over a million yuan. After all, I’ve never seen that much money in my entire life.’
’With the [Resource Tycoon] system in hand, there will be ten, twenty, a hundred million-yuan deals waiting for me to make in the future. To get so flustered over this one million, and even get Xu Fei drunk... It just wasn’t worth it.’
Just as Wu Jun was lost in thought, the phone in his pocket rang. He pulled it out and saw it was a call from his cousin, Chen Xingyang.
’My cousin and his wife have been busy looking for a warehouse for the bag-making machine these past two days. I wonder how it’s going.’
"What’s up, cuz? How’s the search for the factory going?" Wu Jun asked as he answered the call.
"Little Jun, your sister-in-law and I made a decision on our own last night. I’ve been thinking it over, and I feel I should tell you about it," Chen Xingyang’s apologetic voice came from the other end.
Wu Jun was taken aback. "What is it, cuz? There’s nothing we can’t talk about."
"It’s about the factory," Chen Xingyang said. "Your sister-in-law and I looked at a lot of places these past two days but couldn’t find anything suitable. Then we remembered the factory belonging to that guy, Wang, who sold us the equipment. His place is just sitting empty, right?"
Wu Jun couldn’t help but chuckle. He never expected to get involved with Wang Hongliang again. ’My relationship with Wang Hongliang really is a tangled mess.’
"So, you and sister-in-law went and rented his place?" Wu Jun laughed. "What’s the big deal? As long as the price is right, renting is renting. My trademark, your equipment—didn’t we buy them all from him? What’s one more warehouse?"
"Hearing you say that puts my mind at ease, cuz." Chen Xingyang’s tone lightened considerably at Wu Jun’s reply. He laughed and said, "Let me tell you, this guy Wang is seriously strapped for cash. Yesterday, he said there was over half a year of rent left on the factory lease and asked for 80,000 yuan from me and your sister-in-law. She took a page right out of your book and immediately cut the price in half."
Wu Jun burst out laughing. "Sister-in-law is ruthless! Did Wang agree?"
Chen Xingyang chuckled. "He didn’t agree at first, so your sister-in-law and I just turned and walked away. Then he called last night and said yes. Your sister-in-law is signing the transfer contract with him right now. I stepped out to give you a call. If you have any second thoughts, I’ll just grab her and we’ll leave."
Wu Jun quickly said, "No, no, no! We finally found a factory, and for such a cheap price. Let’s go with it. Sister-in-law did a great job."
"By the way, cuz," Wu Jun asked, "when can the factory start production? I have an order for 5,000 bags of rice on my end for Monday. It would be best if you guys could make them, save me the trouble of finding someone else."
"Five thousand bags! That’s a huge order! Congratulations, Little Jun." Chen Xingyang thought for a few seconds, then said, "Today, your sister-in-law and I will clean up the factory, calibrate the equipment, and get the materials ready. We’ll work some overtime tomorrow. We can definitely have them done before 9 p.m."
"I’ll leave it to you and sister-in-law, then. Thanks for the hard work." After confirming the packaging bag situation and chatting for a bit, Chen Xingyang hung up, needing to hurry back to calibrate the equipment.
The problem of the 5,000 bags was basically solved, but there was another important issue.
The order was for a total of 125 tons of goods. Even if he cleared out all the shelves in his small supermarket, he wouldn’t have enough space to store it all.
And he couldn’t just go to the bank, whip out his phone in front of Luo Zhengang, and conjure up the rice like a magic trick.
Before signing the contract, he had to find a place to ship the goods from—a warehouse.
That way, he could first transfer the inventory from the game to the warehouse, and then have someone pick up the goods from there. It would be foolproof.
Time was tight. He still had to help Old Luo deliver some clothes to Auntie Xu in the afternoon.
Wu Jun said a quick word to Xu Fei and headed out the door.