After chatting with Wu Guangkun for a bit, Wu Jun left him a thousand yuan for spending money and got up to leave the small house.
After Wu Jun left, Wu Guangkun finished his breakfast, wiped his mouth with a tissue from the bedside, and cheerfully lifted the black bag on the bed.
When he saw what was inside the bag, Wu Guangkun was shocked. Zhonghua cigarettes and Maotai liquor!
Although he couldn’t read, as a veteran smoker and drinker, he knew his tobacco and spirits well. He immediately pulled out his phone and called Wu Jun.
"Jun, what’s gotten into you? Are you trying to go broke? How could your uncle possibly enjoy something this fancy? Hurry up and take it back to the supermarket to sell." Although Wu Guangkun smoked and drank, and enjoyed fine tobacco and liquor, he was more concerned about Wu Jun selling them to make more money. He wanted him to buy a car and a house, find a wife, and give him a big, healthy grandson.
"Second Uncle, don’t worry about it. Just smoke it and drink it. When you run out, I’ll bring you more. We’re not hurting for that kind of money anymore." Even though Wu Jun was nearly two million yuan in debt, he spoke with confidence.
"What? Did you strike it rich?" Wu Guangkun asked, looking perplexed. "Win five million? Then you should hurry up, get married, and have a kid! Save these fine smokes and liquor to impress your future father-in-law."
"Impressing you is just as important. Second Uncle, don’t overthink it. I’ve got something to take care of, so I’m hanging up now." Wu Jun saw a call coming in from Wang Qidong and ended his conversation with Wu Guangkun.
Wang Qidong was calling to say that he had assembled the men and the trucks. With a big job like this lined up for the day, none of them could be bothered to go out and hustle for other fares; they were all just waiting for Wu Jun’s command.
Wu Jun told him to wait for his call and head over as soon as he got it. Wang Qidong had been to the warehouse yesterday, so he just needed to lead the convoy.
Wu Jun’s phone was ringing off the hook all morning. He had just hung up with Wang Qidong when another call came in from Luo Zhengang, asking when the deliveries would start. Luo Zhengang said he had already given the purchasing department a heads-up.
Wu Jun reassured him that the deliveries would begin around ten o’clock and that they would definitely finish the entire shipment today.
After his call with Luo Zhengang, Wu Jun stayed at the small supermarket until about 9:40. He said a quick word to Xu Fei, then headed out again, driving the rented pickup truck straight to the warehouse over in Xiao’anshe.
He pushed open the door to the warehouse. It was already a few minutes past ten in the morning. After tallying the in-game production for a bit, he had another 19 tons of stock.
Added to the 106 tons from last night, that made for a perfect 125 tons. He aimed his phone’s camera at the warehouse floor and transferred the 19 tons of stock out of the game.
He summoned 38 Farmers to stack everything neatly, then left Xiaohong and No. 2 behind to help with the loading, recalling the rest back into the game.
Once everything was ready at the warehouse, Wu Jun called Wang Qidong and told him to bring the men and trucks over.
Less than twenty minutes after he hung up, a convoy of medium-sized container trucks rolled up majestically to the warehouse entrance.
The crew Wang Qidong had brought along had the same reaction he’d had the day before upon seeing Xiaohong and No. 2.
Hulking men over two meters tall and covered in knotted muscles were just too much of a visual shock.
When Xiaohong and No. 2 started helping load the trucks, each of them working as efficiently as ten men, the crew was stunned all over again.
The bank closed at five, and the shipment had to be delivered before then. Time was tight, so Wu Jun cut the small talk. After a quick greeting, everyone got busy.
They worked nonstop from 10:30 in the morning until four in the afternoon. Time was so tight they didn’t even stop for lunch. They finally managed to deliver all 125 tons of rice just before the bank closed.
Luo Zhengang had personally signed off on this order. With his influence as the bank president, the finance department settled the payment quickly. After reconciling the accounts with a procurement director, Wu Jun smoothly received a check for 1.25 million yuan.
Wu Jun immediately cashed the check right there at the bank. He opened a new bank account at the counter, deposited the 1.25 million, and then withdrew 20,000 yuan in cash.
The total cost for the day—transport fees for fifteen trucks plus unloading fees—came to 15,800 yuan. Wu Jun counted out 17,000 yuan and handed it directly to Wang Qidong.
"It’s too much, too much," Wang Qidong said as he took the money and counted it. He pulled out twelve bills to hand back. "Little Wu, this is twelve hundred yuan extra."
Wu Jun said, "You guys worked hard all day and didn’t even get to eat lunch. Brother Wang, use that money to take the guys out for a good meal. I won’t be joining you."
"I couldn’t possibly," Wang Qidong said, and he meant it. His crew of truck drivers had each made a little over a thousand yuan today. That one day’s pay was more than what they usually made in several days combined.
"There’s nothing to feel bad about. It’s settled. Brother Wang, you can handle the arrangements." With that, Wu Jun turned and walked away, not giving Wang Qidong a chance to refuse.
Watching Wu Jun’s retreating figure, Wang Qidong was completely won over by this young boss, who was several years his junior. ’He’s so generous and straightforward. Working for someone like that, you know you’ll never be treated unfairly.’
With 1.25 million yuan in hand, he had finally fulfilled the Industrial and Commercial Bank order without a hitch.
Back at the small supermarket, Wu Jun went into his room and immediately transferred money to Luo Weimin, paying back the 870,000 yuan he had borrowed.
After receiving the transfer notification, Luo Weimin called to ask what was going on. He couldn’t believe Wu Jun had paid him back after only a couple of days and told him there was no rush, even offering to send the money back.
Wu Jun insisted that prompt repayment makes for easy borrowing in the future and that his cash flow had freed up. This finally dissuaded Luo Weimin from sending the money back.
As for the nearly 900,000 yuan he owed Ma Siyu, Wu Jun wasn’t in a hurry to pay her back. He didn’t have enough on hand even if he wanted to. Besides, counting the 170,000 she had fronted for his dad’s surgery, he owed her over a million yuan in total.
After ending his call with Luo Weimin, Wu Jun got up and went out of the room.
"Xu Fei, you’re on your own for dinner tonight. I’m heading to the hospital."
After he spoke, Wu Jun started pulling a few bags off a shelf.
"Let me, Brother Wu. You’ve been busy all day, you should rest." Xu Fei took the bags from Wu Jun, turned to the shelves, and started filling them. She packed food and drinks, then moved over to the daily necessities aisle to grab some other items.
Having been at the store for a few days, Xu Fei had learned about Wu Jun’s father’s hospitalization during casual conversation. Knowing he was going to visit his parents, she picked out all the best, most expensive items, making no effort to save him money.
Xu Fei packed three or four bags. Wu Jun took them, went outside, got into the pickup parked in front of the building, and drove straight to City First Hospital.
「City First Hospital, Room 1512.」
The moment Wu Jun walked in, he saw Ma Siyu sitting by the hospital bed, chatting and laughing happily with his mom and dad.
Ma Dongmei turned to see him. "Jun, what are you doing here? You could have at least called first."
"Jun, your mom tells me you’re very busy. It’s good to be busy when you’re young. Don’t feel like you have to keep running over here. Your dad’s doing great," Wu Guangqiang said with a chuckle, his spirits high after several days of recovery.
"Oh, am I interrupting your little family of three...?" Wu Jun said, feeling rather unwelcome. He was at a loss for words.
Ma Dongmei scolded him with a laugh, "You brat, what nonsense are you talking?"
Ma Siyu grinned. "That’s right, you’re interrupting our family of three. At least you’re self-aware. Leave the stuff, and you can get lost."
"You’re the one who should get lost, Ma Simai." Wu Jun set the bags down, strode forward, and swept Ma Siyu into his arms, princess-style, along with the small stool she was sitting on. He turned toward the door. "Let’s see if I don’t toss you right out."
"Hey! What are you doing? Let go! This is assault! Sis, get your boy under control!" Ma Siyu struggled, pinching and pulling Wu Jun’s face into different shapes with both hands as she pleaded with Ma Dongmei for help.
Ma Dongmei put a hand to her forehead, completely exasperated. "I give up on you two. You’re grown-ups now, but you still act like you did as kids, fighting the second you see each other."