CHAPTER 19: CHAPTER 19: CALL 911!

The two women, Liu Xiaocui and Qiu Jiahao, were so terrified by Qiu Yuanshan’s roar that they didn’t dare to breathe.

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed his anger, and couldn’t be bothered to cast another glance at the two of them.

Lighting a cigarette, he got up and went to the balcony, frowning as he pondered a solution.

However, just as he lowered his head to flick the cigarette ash, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly noticed that the corner where the washing machine used to be seemed different from before.

The next second, his pupils suddenly constricted. He took two steps forward and touched the new washing machine his wife had bought, his face full of disbelief.

Immediately, a sound of rage and despair erupted from his throat: "Liu Xiaocui! Get over here immediately!"

Liu Xiaocui and Qiu Jiahao were taken aback by this sudden outburst. The two exchanged glances and hurriedly got up from the sofa.

"Where’s the washing machine? Where’s the original washing machine?"

Liu Xiaocui, not understanding, but seeing his expression wishing he could eat her alive, stammered, "That... that washing machine wasn’t used for several years,

so I... I bought a new one and, having no place to put it, sold the old one to the junkman..."

A few short words were like a thunderbolt on a clear day.

Qiu Yuanshan only felt the world spinning, his legs gave way, and he nearly collapsed to the ground.

He raised his hand, pointing at Liu Xiaocui, glaring at her, the flames of anger in his eyes seemingly wanting to incinerate her completely.

"You... you!" Before he could finish his sentence, he fell straight backward, motionless.

This frightened the remaining two people.

"Dad!" Seeing this, Qiu Jiahao shouted in fear, rushing over anxiously.

Liu Xiaocui also screamed in panic and hurried over to Qiu Yuanshan’s side.

"Old Qiu, what’s wrong with you? Don’t scare me!"

"Quick! Call 120!"

...

"Old Sichuan Hot Pot" was still packed with customers today. As Qi Yun pushed open the door, he saw Xiaohuang was diligently cleaning up the tables.

Qi Yun didn’t greet him, took an apron from the bar, and began to work.

A few hours later, when the customers gradually left, Xiaohuang came up, as if seeking approval, and said, "Brother Qi, did I do okay today?"

Qi Yun patted his shoulder, giving him an encouraging look: "Very good, keep it up tomorrow. You have a big opportunity, I believe in you!"

Upon hearing this, Xiaohuang immediately perked up with spirit. Seeing Wei Yong’s wife mopping the floor, he quickly went over to take the mop from her...

Old Feng, to express his gratitude, prepared a sumptuous dinner for a few of them.

After dinner, Qi Yun sent Wei Yong’s wife into a taxi, and then drove back with Xiaohuang.

Back at the place, Qi Yun lay on the bed, quietly waiting for the information to refresh.

The matter of the USB drive, though still like a thorn pricking at his heart, he didn’t deliberately think about it.

It was his nature to plan ahead, but not to worry excessively and deplete himself.

"23:55"

"23:58"

"00:00"

[Today’s Intelligence (Red): Blizzard conditions will continue for several days, the day after tomorrow the price of fresh produce will skyrocket, with the price of frozen shrimp projected to increase by 60%]

"Hiss~"

Upon seeing that the increase would reach 60%, Qi Yun couldn’t help but draw a breath of cold air.

A business with a profit margin of 30% already attracts countless competitors, but with 60% it’s absolute windfall profits.

In his understanding, the only things comparable to this were luxury goods and the pharmacies that lined the streets everywhere.

This opportunity must be seized, to earn a hefty profit!

"Having sold those two bars of gold today, I still have 170,000 left, but the capital is still a bit insufficient..."

Qi Yun closed his eyes and pondered, gradually forming a plan in his heart.

...

At nine in the morning, before dawn, the largest wholesale market in Jiang Province was already bustling.

All kinds of vehicles for loading and transporting goods lined up in a long queue.

Qi Yun wove through the market, entering a relatively secluded store.

Inside, the shopkeeper held a notebook and was tallying goods.

Seeing Qi Yun enter, he merely looked up once and asked, "What do you need?" before lowering his head to continue working.

Qi Yun wasn’t upset, and after circling the store, his gaze fell on several opened foam cooler boxes containing frozen shrimp, each about five kilograms.

The larger ones were about as big as a palm. These were imported Pacific white shrimp from South America. His daughter particularly liked these; they had firm and bouncing meat.

The slightly smaller ones were about fourteen to fifteen centimeters long, but most of these were domestically farmed rather than imported.

Qi Yun inspected for a moment; the quality was decent, so he asked the shopkeeper: "How are these shrimp sold?"

"220 per box for size 20-30, 180 for size 40-50," the shopkeeper replied without lifting his head.

Qi Yun considered it, the price was not much different from what he had previously bought, so he continued to inquire, "How much stock do you have?"

The shopkeeper heard this, immediately raised his head and gave Qi Yun a suspicious glance.

Putting down the notebook in his hand, he quickly responded, "How much do you need? I just received a shipment this morning."

"I estimate needing one or two thousand cases," Qi Yun said, with a calm face, speaking very calmly.

The shopkeeper’s eyes flashed with delight upon hearing the need for one or two thousand cases. He promptly stood up from his chair, walked over quickly, and offered a cigarette to Qi Yun.

"Do you really need that much? Then I can give you a better price," the shopkeeper said with enthusiasm.

Qi Yun took the cigarette, nodded with a smile, "I came from the Southern Border specifically for supplies, tell me your price, and I’ll listen."

The shopkeeper’s smile grew wider upon hearing that he came specifically from the Southern Border.

Even though his store catered to wholesale, usually only local restaurants and seafood shops came to buy, at most selling dozens of cases at a time.

One or two thousand cases were a big deal for him, an opportunity not to be missed.

"Since you need so much, I’ll give you a bottom price, 200 a case for larger ones, 150 for smaller ones."

"You can ask around other places, and you’ll see I’m just making some tea money," the shopkeeper answered sincerely.

Qi Yun didn’t respond immediately but silently calculated in his mind.

With the current wholesale price of 220 per box, a 60% increase would make the selling price 350 per box.

And the bottom price the shopkeeper offered was 200 per box, so the profit per box sold would be around 150.

Completely a windfall!

He slowly exhaled a smoke ring and said unhurriedly, "I will certainly compare prices with other stores, but how much stock do you have right now?"

The shopkeeper saw that Qi Yun didn’t immediately agree, his heart a bit uneasy, but he still answered truthfully, "There are currently about 500 cases in the warehouse.

But since you need a lot, I can source from others. I can gather 2000 cases by tonight at the latest."

Qi Yun nodded, "Alright, let’s add each other on WeChat first. I’ll check other places, and if the prices are about the same, I will buy from you."

The shopkeeper nodded quickly, took out his phone, and added Qi Yun on WeChat.

"Feel free to ask around, after that, you’ll know my price is really fair.

If you find a cheaper one elsewhere, I’ll give you a bit more profit when you come back." The shopkeeper smiled warmly, trying to win Qi Yun over with sincerity.

Qi Yun responded politely a few times and then left the store.

He checked out a few more places in the wholesale market, and after a round, found that the prices from others were essentially similar.

With a clear idea in mind, he took a taxi back.