Hearing that Uncle Biao was selling goods in the village, Lin Chen went to find him:

"I never imagined that Master Biao was so resourceful, managing to procure so much Dacron fabric. I wonder if we can continue our cooperation?"

Jiang Ning was wearing a floral shirt and sunglasses today, her slicked-back hair shiny. She smiled and said:

"You're quick too. I've been waiting for you to come to me. I have 15,000 feet of cloth left. You can have it all. Give me two dollars as the purchase price."

They got 20,000 feet of fabric from the factory, which cost them 24,000 yuan, their savings.

By going through Director Zhang's hands, I earned six cents per foot, which is equivalent to 12,000 yuan.

Lin Chen buys the goods for two yuan and resells them to Er Laizi and his gang, making another 50 cents per foot. For 15,000 feet, that's 7,500 yuan.

They can earn nearly 20,000 yuan from this deal with Dacron.

After selling all the goods, Lin Chen's money almost doubled, accumulating to more than 50,000 yuan.

"Without He Xiao this time, we definitely wouldn't have gotten the goods. We must go and thank them properly next time."

That evening, Lin Chen took stock of the family's assets and spoke with great sincerity.

Jiang Ning nodded in agreement. Although it didn't matter who she sold the fabric to, she gave her 20,000 feet each, entirely out of respect for Song Jia.

I wonder how Song Jia is doing?

Just as the two were figuring out what to buy as a thank-you gift, Song Jia was finally discharged from the hospital.

Her memory has not fully recovered; she only has a vague impression of what happened at the time.

He Xiao said that someone was trying every means to harm her and advised her not to go to work.

Song Jia suddenly became stubborn.

"Didn't you tell your colleagues that I have amnesia? I'm going back to find the person who framed me!"

Don't worry, this is actually the safest time; no one would be foolish enough to expose themselves immediately.

He Xiao thought she made sense, so he stopped stopping her. Instead, he told her that she couldn't eat anything in the office anymore, she should be more careful about anything she came into contact with, she shouldn't act alone, and she should be vigilant but not overly suspicious of anyone who approached her...

Song Jia cupped his face in her hands, her smile radiant:

"Look how nervous you are. Maybe the mastermind behind this is after you."

"Don't talk nonsense. I'm completely devoted to you."

"But that won't stop others from eyeing you!"

The two hugged each other, reluctant to part. The gloom had temporarily passed, and their lives returned to normal. How wonderful.

Song Jia returned to the finance office and nodded to everyone in greeting.

Everyone gathered around her, asking her how she was doing.

When they heard that she had been poisoned, everyone was very nervous at first, and everyone felt like they were being harmed. For a time, no one dared to drink water in the office.

Later, when we heard that she admitted that she had eaten the wrong thing, we all relaxed.

Liu Jun was especially attentive; before she even reached her workstation, he had already pulled out a chair for her.

"Song Jia, you've just recovered from a serious illness, please sit down and rest for a while."

Song Jia paused for a moment, but still smiled and walked over. Just as she was about to sit down, a colleague next to her said:

"Liu Jun, are you out of your mind? Song Jia is the one next to you."

Liu Jun slapped his forehead, feigning sudden realization:

"Look at my memory. Song Jia hasn't been here for many days, so I've gotten this wrong."

Song Jia sat down in her seat and gave an apologetic smile:

"I'm sorry, my memory is really bad. I'll have to trouble you all to bear with me at work."

Her heart skipped a beat. Had Liu Jun truly forgotten? Or was he deliberately testing her to see if she had amnesia?

She suddenly remembered that when she went to the bank to deposit money, he made an excuse to leave, which led to her being robbed.

Jiang Ning had advised her to be careful of this person, but she hadn't taken it seriously.

Liu Jun is the prime suspect.

Why does he hate himself so much?

The personnel department quickly gave her an answer.

Next month, our company will have an opportunity to go to the city for training. One person from the finance department can go. The personnel department has already clarified the selection method, and will try to give preference to young employees with strong business skills.

Among the young people in the finance department, only she and Liu Jun have relatively strong business skills.

Is it really worth risking your life for a single study spot?

She still couldn't figure it out.

......

Local black market.

Lin Tao slipped five cents to the man with the broad face and walked into the back alley.

With guards on duty this time, I'm sure I won't get caught by those wearing red armbands again.

Erlaizi saw him, leaned closer, and whispered:

"Top-quality wood ear mushrooms, and some polyester fiber, how about that?"

Lin Tao nodded: "How much?"

Seeing that he was a stranger and didn't know much about the trade, Er Laizi decided to rip him off.

"Black fungus is 2.5 yuan per jin, and Dacron is 2.8 yuan per foot. I'll give you a discount, and I can give you a smaller discount if you buy more."

Lin Tao touched his pocket, where he found a hundred yuan he had stolen from Yu Xiaofeng. He swallowed hard, thinking to himself, "Is business really this difficult these days?"

Damn it, with that little money, he could only buy forty pounds of dried black fungus.

"Do you want me or not? If not, I'll find someone else!"

Erlaizi made a move to leave.

Lin Tao quickly stopped him: "Don't rush, how much do you want to buy to get a discount?"

“Five hundred catties or five hundred feet.” Erlaizi held out a hand.

Lin Tao's face turned ashen on the spot. Where would he get so much money?!

Just as he was hesitating, Yama also entered the black market and approached Er Laizi.

"How much Dacron do you have left? I'll take it all."

When Erlaizi saw that a wealthy man had arrived, he smiled and told him that he had two thousand feet of cloth, and if he wanted it all, he could take it for two dollars and sixty cents.

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