CHAPTER 7: CHAPTER 7: MONEY IN HAND

Qi Yun threw himself into the meal, enjoying it to the fullest.

On the other hand, Little Blondie seemed absent-minded ever since he saw Wei Yong’s daughter, as if his soul had been whisked away.

Wei Yong’s sister-in-law didn’t eat much either, and her gaze kept drifting intentionally or unintentionally toward Qi Yun.

Considering they still had to pack apples later, no one drank alcohol, and after the meal, they went back to the warehouse to wait.

On the way out, Wei Yong specifically looked for a black plastic bag and put the unopened bottle of Moutai inside.

On the way back to the warehouse, while Qi Yun wasn’t paying attention, he quietly placed the bag in the basket of his electric scooter, covering it with a helmet.

Soon after they arrived at the warehouse, a box truck loaded with customized boxes arrived.

Qi Yun’s customized gift box design was clever, with two clips—just put the apple inside and softly clip it shut.

Everyone worked together, busily until past four in the morning, and finally, more than two thousand boxes of apples were packed; there wasn’t much left in the warehouse, roughly half a ton remaining.

"Then we’ll head back first. Tomorrow I’ll get a truck to load the goods, Old Wei, you come with me."

Qi Yun said goodbye to Wei Yong and his crew, hopped on his electric scooter, and rode back with Little Blondie.

On the road, Qi Yun, with a cigarette in his mouth, turned his head to Little Blondie, laughingly asking: "How about it?"

Little Blondie understood his meaning instantly, stammering out: "Not... not much, just added a WeChat."

Initially awkward, later in the night, he proactively approached the little girl for conversation.

Qi Yun couldn’t help but sigh, indeed, youth is wonderful.

"I’ll settle your wages tomorrow."

"Brother Qi, I don’t want wages, could you take me out to play?"

Qi Yun turned his head to look at him: "Where do you want to go?"

Little Blondie blushed, somewhat shyly said: "I want... I want to go for a foot massage..."

"..."

Back at his place, Qi Yun parked the electric scooter in the courtyard, just about to charge it when he discovered the black plastic bag in the basket.

By the moonlight, he saw clearly what was inside, couldn’t help but show a wry smile.

"Old Wei, this guy..."

After a quick wash, it was nearly five in the morning by the time he lay down on the bed.

Despite being physically exhausted, his mind was still very excited; with a thought, a blue screen appeared again.

[Today’s Intelligence (White): An angler named Old Zhao by Qingshui River caught an extremely rare golden carp,

such carp is valuable in the ornamental fish market. Old Zhao doesn’t understand the market, planning to sell it cheaply.]

White intelligence...

After these days of exploring, Qi Yun had roughly guessed.

White likely corresponds to those kinds of intelligence with limited value, but guaranteed to make money.

While red intelligence is somewhat special, whether one makes money, how much more or less, all depends on how you operate.

"Tomorrow morning, first deliver the goods, then go take a look by the river."

Having made up his mind, Qi Yun’s spirit instantly relaxed, and within minutes, the room echoed with steady snores.

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The next day.

Qi Yun contacted the driver of the truck that delivered the boxes last night, asking him to bring two more trucks to Wei Yong’s warehouse to load the goods.

After about an hour, they loaded all the goods onto the trucks, then Qi Yun and Wei Yong each got on a truck headed to Nanhua Textile Factory.

On the road, Qi Yun messaged Manager Sun, informing him they were delivering the goods.

Upon reaching the factory gate, he waved to the security guard, who opened the gate, directing the trucks to a warehouse.

Qi Yun jumped off the truck, walked over to Manager Sun, who was already waiting: "Manager Sun, the goods have been delivered, please inspect them."

Manager Sun replied with a smile: "Mr. Qi, thank you for your hard work."

As they talked, the two walked side by side to the truck, where the textile factory workers had started unloading the goods orderly.

Manager Sun randomly picked a few gift boxes, checked them, then nodded satisfactorily: "Mr. Qi, the quality of the items is very good, I can tell you put a lot of effort."

"Haha, it’s what we should do, as long as you’re satisfied."

Soon, workers finished unloading all the apples from the three trucks.

A worker approached to report to Manager Sun: "Manager, a total of 2250 pieces."

Upon hearing the number, Manager Sun looked at Qi Yun puzzled: "Weren’t we supposed to have 2200 pieces?"

Qi Yun smiled and explained: "The extra 50 pieces are a gift to the factory."

Manager Sun was slightly taken aback, then chuckled, adjusted his glasses, saying: "Since it’s Mr. Qi’s goodwill, I’ll accept it on behalf of the staff."

"Come to my office, I’ll ask the finance department to transfer the payment right away," he said, gesturing invitingly.

"Alright," Qi Yun responded, then signaled Wei Yong to come along.

Wei Yong shook his head slightly, saying hesitantly: "Old Qi, I’ll skip that, I’ll wait outside."

Qi Yun nodded, didn’t insist, and followed Manager Sun to the office.

The two had tea, within half an hour, Qi Yun’s phone received a transfer notification.

He glanced at it, then got up to bid farewell: "Manager Sun, I won’t disturb you any longer, let’s chat next time."

Manager Sun also stood, shaking hands with Qi Yun: "Alright, keep in touch, hoping for more collaborative opportunities."

Walking out of the office, Qi Yun saw Wei Yong standing by the truck, smoking.

Seeing Qi Yun coming out, Wei Yong quickly stubbed out the cigarette, hastening over: "Old Qi, it’s done?"

"Yeah, let’s talk back at home."

The two rode the same truck back, while the other two trucks had already left after delivering the goods.

Once off the truck, Qi Yun paid the driver 1200 yuan for the transport, 400 yuan per truck, and also gave him a pack of cigarettes.

The driver grinned widely, quickly bowed to thank him: "Thank you, Boss Qi, if you ever need me, just call."

Qi Yun waved his hand smilingly, watching the driver leave.

Inside the warehouse, Wei Yong hurried to bring Qi Yun a chair, smiling broadly.

Qi Yun chuckled, started explaining the accounts to him: "I’ll be straight with you, sold to the textile factory at 80 yuan per box, total received 176,000 yuan."

"Based on your saying 11 yuan per kilogram purchasing price, your cost is about 125,000 yuan."

"Total expenses for transport and invoicing were 6600, the cost for customizing gift boxes was 18400, so the profit from this trip is 26000, we split it half each, how about it?"

Upon hearing this, Wei Yong stood up from his chair instantly.

Waved his hands quickly: "Old Qi, what are you saying! If it wasn’t for you helping, this batch of apples would have been stuck with me, no telling how much loss I’d take.

You made money because you’re capable and have connections, the money is rightfully yours.

Just stick to what we originally agreed, I’m satisfied if I break even, I don’t want any extra money; otherwise, I’d feel bad."

Qi Yun patted his arm, signaling him to sit down.

Then took out a cigarette to give him one, he also lit one, taking a deep puff, slowly exhaled the smoke ring before seriously saying to Wei Yong: "Old Wei, don’t be a stranger, we’re friends.

I used to have a principle in business, that is must be win-win, only then business can last."

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