CHAPTER 112: CHAPTER 112: PHONE NUMBER

At first, Jiang Xin was just afraid of causing trouble for herself, so she only dared to sell a little bit.

Now, with Lin Ye helping her set up the stall, Jiang Xin’s concerns have lessened a lot.

Moreover, even if she brought out so much rice, Lin Ye would not ask about the origin of the rice.

These past few days, it has always been Lin Ye setting up the stall here, so the goods Jiang Xin brought, Lin Ye didn’t pry too much about where Jiang Xin got them from.

He merely asked Jiang Xin about the selling price of these goods, and then proceeded to sell them, which Jiang Xin found very satisfying.

At the very least, she now has someone reliable by her side.

With Lin Ye around, even if she sells a lot of goods, she doesn’t have to worry about others seeing it and getting jealous or envious.

She no longer needs to be concerned about any of that now.

Because having a helper like Lin Ye, if someone saw her buying rice at her stall and saw it was a man running it, they wouldn’t say much.

After all, Lin Ye doesn’t seem like someone easy to bully.

So, after listening to the old man’s words, Jiang Xin decisively decided to sell more rice to him.

Consider it an apology for those missed agreements in recent days.

When Jiang Xin asked the old man how much rice he needed, her tone was unusually straightforward.

After hearing Jiang Xin’s words, the old man’s eyes lit up instantly. After all, rice is a scarce commodity in these times, a high-end product that can’t be bought even if you have the money.

In this area, most people eat mixed rice, a combination of two kinds of rice.

Those who eat pure rice directly are few and far between.

Originally, he thought of coming to the market to buy rice as just trying his luck, to see if he could find Jiang Xin again.

But Jiang Xin directly asked him how much rice he wanted, which clearly meant there was plenty in stock at home; otherwise, she wouldn’t dare ask that.

The old man thought for a bit, then tentatively asked Jiang Xin:

"How much rice do you have?

"I need quite a lot. That day when I bought rice back, it coincidentally was for a family gathering. After my relatives ate your rice, they all said it tasted a hundred times better than what they had at home, so they all want to buy some."

"I calculated before, and I need about eight hundred pounds."

"I just don’t know if you have that much stock. Naturally, the more, the better if you do..."

As the old man finished speaking, his voice grew smaller and smaller, losing confidence.

After all, asking for eight hundred pounds of such a rare commodity like rice is indeed a bit outrageous.

If that’s not possible, compromising is certainly an option.

Four hundred pounds would suffice, then the family can split it, which, though less, at least is enough for a while.

Better to have that than none at all.

After he finished speaking, it was Jiang Xin’s turn to be shocked.

Jiang Xin truly did not expect that this seemingly humble old man would ask for eight hundred pounds of rice all at once, which could last a really long time!

But on second thought, it made sense.

If there are enough people at home, and sharing with relatives, it would indeed require so much rice.

Jiang Xin appeared calm on the surface, but inside she was calculating how to bring out these eight hundred pounds of rice from the storage and get it to the market.

This indeed was a bit challenging for Jiang Xin.

Perhaps she could wait until she rented a warehouse, move the rice there from her storage, and then have them come over to pick it up.

This way, it would save her and Lin Ye from moving it.

Moreover, not to mention, even if she and Lin Ye could move these eight hundred pounds of rice, it would still require a lot of effort.

It would be better to have them move it from the warehouse; she would just collect the money and wouldn’t bother with the rest.

Jiang Xin thought it over, took a detour, and then said:

"Let’s do it this way. I didn’t expect you to need so much rice. I do have it, but it requires some time."

"Why don’t you first leave me your phone number, and then when the rice arrives, I’ll call you to come pick it up."

After Jiang Xin finished speaking.

She suddenly froze, unsure if the old man had a landline at home; without one, where would she get the phone number?

But unexpectedly, the old man quickly gave her a string of numbers after hearing her request for his number.

After speaking, fearing Jiang Xin might not remember, he took out paper and pen from his pocket, swiftly wrote down the numbers, and handed it to Jiang Xin.

He had already planned what to do if Jiang Xin said she didn’t have that much rice.

But unexpectedly, Jiang Xin agreed right away, only needing some time.

What harm would it do to wait a few days?

As the saying goes, good things are worth the wait, and Jiang Xin’s rice is many times better than what’s available from the supply and marketing cooperative.

He was just testing to see if it was possible.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Xin actually had so much rice, so naturally, he hurried to provide his phone number.

When Jiang Xin received the phone number, she was a bit dazed, but upon thinking further, this old man, though plainly dressed, appeared quite spirited, not to mention the glasses on his eyes clearly marked him as a cultured person.

He probably is a retired teacher.

The aura about him is undoubtedly strong.

Jiang Xin speculated internally, affirming that this old man’s family conditions must be unusual; otherwise, he wouldn’t ask to buy eight hundred pounds of rice—it’s not a small amount.

Even though rice is cheap now, eight hundred pounds is expensive collectively. Ordinary families wouldn’t stockpile that much rice at once.

So it’s not surprising they have a phone at home, given the conditions allow for it.

Jiang Xin carefully put away the paper in her pocket.