After Xia Heping returned home, he told Xia Qingqing about it and then said somewhat nervously, "Qingqing, if it's too much trouble, then forget it. It's okay if the others don't wear these clothes."

"No trouble at all. I'll go to the county in a couple of days to buy them for Uncle Shengli and the others," Xia Qingqing said with a smile. She also needed to deliver goods to Xiao Hui anyway, so it would save her two trips.

How could it be troublesome? These clothes were sold by her, and she has several thousand more in her system warehouse.

"Oh, thank you for your hard work, daughter," Xia Heping said, having already reflected deeply on his actions and vowing never to go out and show off again.

"What's so hard about it? It's just bringing a few clothes," Xia Qingqing said, not caring at all.

The day she had agreed upon with Xiao Hui arrived quickly, and Xia Qingqing rode her bicycle to the agreed location ahead of time.

After checking the surrounding area and finding no one, he found a big tree and took out 2,000 sailor shirts from the system warehouse.

She waited under the shade of the tree for more than half an hour before Xiao Hui arrived with two of his underlings on a tricycle.

"Over here!" Xia Qingqing waved to Xiao Hui and the others from the main road, afraid they wouldn't see her.

Xiao Hui saw a pile of clothes under the shade of a tree and raised an eyebrow, saying, "Why are you here so early? I even set off ahead of time."

"The delivery arrived early," Xia Qingqing said casually, and then told Xiao Hui to quickly load the items onto the tricycle.

Xiao Hui glanced at his two underlings, who immediately began moving things.

Xia Qingqing glanced at Xiao Hui with some envy. Being the boss must be so comfortable; you don't even have to lift a finger.

Unfortunately, she had too many secrets, so she had to honestly fight alone.

Xiao Hui happened to be looking at Xia Qingqing as well. The two exchanged glances and immediately understood what she was thinking, finding it amusing.

Being a leader is not a simple matter. You need to have the ability to convince people and also find ways to make the people below you live a good life. Otherwise, why would anyone follow you?

Thoughts flashed through his mind, and Xiao Hui took out ten stacks of ten-yuan bills from his bag: "Here is exactly ten thousand yuan, please count it to see if it's correct."

"No need, I trust you," Xia Qingqing said, putting the money directly into her bag.

Xiao Hui wasn't surprised. When they traded money before, Xia Qingqing never counted the money; she would just put whatever amount she gave her into her bag.

But the necessary procedures still need to be followed. He can't assume that just because Xia Qingqing didn't count money before, there's no need to count it in the future.

Seeing that her two underlings had loaded all the things onto the tricycle, Xia Qingqing looked at Xiao Hui and said, "If there's nothing else, I'll be leaving now."

"Let's go to the state-run restaurant for a meal, it's on me," Xiao Hui said enthusiastically, after all, the person in front of him was their cash cow.

"Next time, I just want to go back and rest in this heat," Xia Qingqing said, wiping the fine sweat from her forehead.

Xiao Hui had been thinking it was fine, but after she said that, he suddenly felt the air get hotter. Helplessly, he waved his hand at Xia Qingqing and said, "Okay, I'll treat you next time."

Xia Qingqing nodded to him, then rode off on her bicycle in a flash.

Xiao Hui gave his underlings a few instructions and then rode back on his tricycle. The two underlings he left behind were forced to take turns pedaling the tricycle.

After riding a short distance, Xia Qingqing looked around and, finding no one nearby, immediately took out an ice pop from her system inventory and enjoyed eating it.

Eating a cool popsicle in this kind of hot weather is an absolute delight.

"Dad, these are sailor shirts for Uncle Shengli and the others. Give them to them," Xia Qingqing said, taking three sailor shirts out of her bag and handing them to Xia Heping.

Xia Heping smiled and took the sailor shirt: "Qingqing, you still haven't told me how much it costs."

Xia Qingqing awkwardly touched her nose. Every time she bought something, her parents would nag her for wasting money, and Zhang Hongyan would always try to reimburse her. Over time, she stopped liking to tell them the prices.

"I bought this dress from a friend. It was 5.5 yuan a piece without any cloth coupons, which is a friend's price. He would definitely have charged more if he sold it himself."

Xia Heping agreed and said, "The price isn't expensive without the cloth coupons. I'll send it to Shengli and the others later."

It was still working hours, and Zhang Shengli and the others were working in the fields. Xia Heping couldn't just deliver the supplies directly to them; that would be too conspicuous.

Of course, more importantly, Xia Heping didn't want anyone else to ask his daughter to buy sailor shirts, because that would be a waste of his daughter's favors.

After lunch, Xia Heping immediately took the sailor shirt and went to Zhang Shengli's house.

"Victory, I've bought the clothes for you. Take a look and see if they fit."

Zhang Shengli looked at the sailor shirt in his hand with surprise: "Heping, remember to thank Qingqing for me. I'll give you the price of this shirt."

"I don't need the 5.5 yuan cloth coupons," Xia Heping replied honestly, not intending to earn a single penny from his friend.

"Really only 5.5 yuan? I heard before that the sailor shirts at the supply and marketing cooperative cost 6 yuan each, and you even need cloth coupons," said Ge Chunhua, Zhang Shengli's wife, her face showing undisguised surprise.

There was a time when Zhang Shengli really wanted a sailor shirt. Ge Chunhua would ask about it every time she went to the supply and marketing cooperative, so she knew the price of sailor shirts.

“He Ping, you’re not going to pay me out of pocket, are you? That won’t do. It has to be exactly what it is,” Zhang Shengli said seriously.

Xia Heping smiled helplessly: "No, Qingqing bought this from her friend at a friend's price."

Zhang Shengli breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this, and without asking any further questions, he turned and told his wife to go inside and get the money.

A moment later, Ge Chunhua came out of the room with a handful of loose change: "Here, Heping, count it, isn't it 5 yuan and 5 mao?"

Xia Heping took the money with a smile and said, "No need to count it. Do you think I don't trust you? I still have to deliver clothes to Dazhu and the others, so I'll be going now."

"Hey, come over for a chat tonight," Zhang Shengli called out to Xia Heping's retreating figure.

"Okay."

After everyone left, Ge Chunhua tugged at her husband's sleeve and said, "Do you think we could ask Qingqing to buy a few more of these clothes?"

It costs 5.5 yuan per piece. You can make at least 50 cents, or even 1 yuan, by reselling it.

How could one not be tempted by tangible benefits?

Zhang Shengli knew that his wife's old problem had relapsed:

"What are you thinking? We were able to buy these clothes at this price because of Qingqing's connection. All these favors are attributed to Qingqing. Why would she sell the clothes to you without making a profit?"

His wife is good in every way; she's kind, hardworking, and has a kind nature, but she's a bit of a money-grubber.