CHAPTER 632: EVEN IF YOU BEG, MY BOSS WON’T CARE

What... what’s happening? Can this worker change faces? One second he was so serious, and now it’s like he’s changed into a completely different person without any warning!

Liu gave a slight, formal cough and stepped forward like a bodyguard, saying, "The red worm cakes, worth 3.6 million Virtual Coins, are in the parking lot outside. Our people are already waiting there to coordinate. Please hurry; after all, this is a big project."

Insect Cakes aren’t valuable individually, so there’s a large quantity of them.

"Okay, okay, I’ll call someone to handle the collection right now. You all rest here for a bit. Wang Hong! Tell them not to be so strict. Just do a rough count; we’re in a hurry here. Besides, these large quantities of Insect Cakes are exactly what we need right now. Miss Jing, you’re truly too kind! You’ve just solved our most pressing problem. If you have more Insect Cakes, would you be able to sell us some more?"

Not only was the worker enthusiastic, but he was overdoing it, even showing hints of fawning. This absolutely stunned Jing Shu’s university classmates behind her.

Jing Shu herself was surprised. She repaid her debt to the Township Government with Insect Cakes every month. She asked, "I thought we had a partnership with the Township Government?"

The worker gave an embarrassed smile. "We’re part of Administration, Enforcement, and Logistics. Your partnership is likely directly with the higher-ups. We’re in different departments. Although the higher-ups allocate some supplies to us, it’s becoming difficult to distribute food to our staff these days."

"So this transaction, is it for your department’s benefit, or...?" Jing Shu asked again.

The worker replied honestly, "As long as we pay off the original debts from bankruptcies and business closures, the rest of the profit belongs entirely to our department. The higher-ups only want the previous debts settled; no matter how much is left over, it’s all ours."

Jing Shu nodded in understanding. "Liu, see how many red earthworms are left."

After a flurry of keystrokes on his device, Liu said, "Boss, there’s still over 2 million Virtual Coins worth of stock, which converts to roughly two hundred tons of red worm cake."

Tons and tons? Damn, in the apocalypse, they’re still measuring food by the ton...

The group behind her seemed dumbfounded. Although they usually didn’t eat this kind of basic food, they knew that one Insect Cake cost 1.5 Virtual Coins, making it very cheap. But several hundred tons... Is this terrifying number actually real?

Now, everyone looked at Jing Shu in a new light. Young Master Lan’s body seemed to stiffen for a moment; he lowered his head, his expression dark as he pondered something.

"Several hundred tons of red worm cake... how much is that?"

"Isn’t Jing Shu from the Medicine Association? How did she get into the Insect Cake business?"

"Yeah, don’t tell me she’s monopolized all the Insect Cakes in Wu City?"

While these classmates were still reeling from the shock, the worker on the other side was blinking, gazing at Jing Shu with star-struck eyes. She truly lives up to her reputation as a big shot! If it were rice, he would have been lamenting his inability to afford it. But this kind of cheap, filling food was truly scarce and desperately needed right now.

Jing Shu nodded. "Regarding these additional cakes: if my total spending here today is high enough to cover their value, you can count the revenue from them as your department’s profit. If my spending doesn’t cover their value, I’ll sell the remainder to you at the standard Virtual Coin price."

In any case, she wasn’t planning on taking any of the Insect Cakes she brought today back with her.

"Really? That’s wonderful! Thank you, thank you so much! Wang Hong, hurry and get those bastards ready to unload! Have they finished counting? Good, I understand. Miss Jing, your initial transaction is complete on our end. We’ll report it right away... Oh, right, my name is Wang Miao. If Miss Jing ever needs help with administration or logistics in the future, please feel free to call on me anytime... You lot, so clueless! Hurry up and get a stove heated for Miss Jing!"

In the blink of an eye, a few more people rushed in, carrying a small stove. They placed it near Jing Shu’s feet and added some coal.

"Miss Jing, please rest for now. They’ve finished the inventory over there. Later, just give Wang Hong the villa’s address; he’ll be in charge of transporting your items there. If you have any other needs, feel free to ask Wang Hong. I’ve assigned him to assist you. Now, I’ll go handle the relevant paperwork for you."

Wang Miao left, but a man specifically assigned to serve Jing Shu remained. The crowd was left staring agape. People could operate like this? This was just too slick!

Now, Jing Shu was even better equipped: a small stove, tea and snacks, and a comfortable chair. The only thing missing was someone to give her a massage.

"Boss! Boss, you’ve really been keeping a low profile! I never imagined that the economical and affordable red worm cakes I eat every day are from your business! Boss, seeing as we’re classmates, could you give us a bit of a discount? Food’s been tight at home lately, and I’d like to buy some Insect Cakes wholesale," Jiang Changke piped up excitedly, stepping forward.

"Bah! Jiang Changke, what shady business haven’t you been up to these past few years? You expect us to believe you eat Insect Cakes? I bet you just want to resell them! Shameless! Sucking up to anyone with an advantage. You’re mad for money!"

"Yeah, Jiang Changke! Pay back your debts!"

Jiang Changke waved his hand dismissively. "Get lost, all of you! I’m talking to the Boss. What’s it got to do with any of you? You didn’t recognize the situation sooner, and now it’s too late for you to even try sucking up!"

At this moment, Young Master Lan stood up and cleared his throat lightly. "Jing Shu, so you’re the one behind the red worm cakes, eh? That’s quite impressive. It seems we’ve misjudged you all along. I would like to formally apologize to you now. Due to my oversight these past few days, you’ve been subjected to some unfair treatment. I am truly sorry for that, really, and I hope you can forgive me. I will also explain this matter in the group chat. Furthermore, as compensation, I’d like to give your family 500 units of electricity. From now on, if you need anything, I’ll do my best to make it happen."

"Wow, Young Master Lan is so generous!"

"Electricity is so expensive these days. Half an hour a day isn’t even enough time to charge our devices."

Jing Shu closed her eyes to rest. She was somewhat surprised; these people were much more yielding than she had imagined. Still, it was understandable. If she dealt in something other than Insect Cakes, Young Master Lan probably wouldn’t have humbled himself like this. It was precisely because she controlled a large supply of this cheap food that he was likely hoping to acquire some from her at a very low price. After all, even the Township Government was struggling to feed its people, let alone how he could sustain his power grid.

Liu stepped forward, blocking Young Master Lan’s view, and said firmly, "Your apology comes too late. It might have meant something if you had apologized when we first faced that injustice earlier today. Our Boss does not accept your apology. Please return to your seat and do not disturb our Boss while she rests. And don’t get any ideas about our business. The red worm cake operation has a fixed contract with the Township Government; it’s not open to external parties right now. So, even if you beg our Boss, it will be useless."

These few sentences cut off all his avenues, shattering Young Master Lan’s plan to apologize, offer some gifts, and then secure some food in return. Insect Cakes were so cheap, whereas rice was far too expensive and completely unsuitable for distributing as wages.

In all his years, Young Master Lan had never been humiliated like this, let alone by a university classmate’s lackey.

For a moment, Young Master Lan’s face turned livid, veins bulging on his temples. "You... you’re not Jing Shu! Since when do you have the right to speak?"