"Hmm, sweet. Peaches are everywhere now and not worth much, but your peaches are really good. I'll give you a dollar a pound."

In the 1990s, in Xiantao City, where fruit was plentiful, one yuan per kilogram was indeed a high price.

"Sis, I live far away and I'm in a hurry to get back. Look, I don't have much here. Weigh it for me first and then pay the bill. It's dark and the roads are hard to walk on."

Mingjing's pretty face showed sincerity, and her voice was soft and sweet.

The saleswoman glanced at the long line behind her, all of whom had driven there. Judging by their appearance, each person weighed several hundred pounds. If it were Mingjing's turn, it would probably be tomorrow.

"Alright, step on the scale. Since you helped me out, next time if you have something good, I'll give you special treatment." After saying that, she immediately called out to the back, "This young lady lives far away, everyone make way for her!"

Since Mingjing had just helped them out of that predicament, no one said anything.

The saleswoman was generous; with a wave of her hand, Huang Daguang carried the peaches onto the scale, secretly giving Mingjing a second look of admiration.

The scale is a floor scale. You lift five baskets of peaches directly onto the scale and keep adding weights until the two sides are balanced.

The weight of the bamboo baskets plus the peaches minus the weight of the two bamboo baskets equals 621.8 jin.

The saleswoman took out a wad of bills from her wallet, counted them twice, and handed them to Mingjing. "It's 621.08 cents in total. Count it yourself."

"I won't count anymore. I trust you. I'll come back to you next time." Mingjing took the money, put it in her pocket, and turned to leave.

When the sales clerk was counting the money, she counted it twice along with her, so she couldn't possibly make a mistake.

"My name is Wenqi. If you need anything in the future, just let me know," Wenqi said with a smile, feeling quite satisfied with Mingjing.

Mingjing nodded, got into Huang Daguang's car, and left the factory.

"That's pretty good, little girl," Huang Daguang grinned.

Mingjing looked up at the window, then, as if remembering something, took out twenty yuan from her purse. "Uncle Huang, here's twenty for you to have a drink. Could you take me to the city center for a stroll?"

Huang Daguang glanced at the twenty yuan note, slammed on the brakes, and said, "Only twenty? I can barely afford a bottle of wine. It's getting dark soon. Where are you going?"

"Mingjing, you're not a child anymore. Stop thinking about playing all the time. Your dad works hard to earn money."

"Uncle Huang, it's just a few hundred yuan, what can I do with it? You should go now, it'll get dark soon."

Mingjing rolled her eyes, speechless, and took out another fifty yuan to hand over, "Seventy, take me to the city, I'll be right back."

Huang Daguang didn't say anything more because of the seventy yuan, and immediately drove to the city.

"Mingjing, you were really something just now. Aren't you afraid the factory manager will actually come out? And you've ruined his reputation. Aren't you afraid he'll come after you?"

"What are you afraid of? I'm helping her. Her blaming me shows she lacks perspective. Besides, if you encounter a mother like that, you'd rather stay far away than go out into the world. Wouldn't that just be asking for trouble?"

"She really is a rich girl. The children raised by the wealthy are different. Hey, what's it like inland? I heard they're all very shrewd."

"Yes, the livestock in the inland areas all study the Four Books and Five Classics, and can recite 300 Tang poems from birth."

Huang Daguang laughed heartily and continued driving.

When they arrived in the city center, it was rush hour, so Mingjing went to the police station to get an ID card.

He originally wanted to open a bank account, but then he thought that there were no banks on the island, and he would have to go to the city to deposit money every time. Moreover, there was no smartphone, which was inconvenient, so he gave up.

After leaving the police station, Mingjing went directly to the stock exchange.

“Mingjing, what are you doing here? This is gambling.” Huang Daguang began to feel afraid.

He had seen colleagues lose everything playing the stock market, including their wives and children. He thought, "What would happen if someone got involved like that?"

"Uncle Huang, calm down, wait for me for five minutes."

Mingjing closed the car door and walked towards the stock market.

The trading hall had exactly five minutes left before closing time, something Mingjing had planned on her way there.

Currently, Moutai, Bitcoin, and Montblanc are not listed in China, so she cannot buy them. The only thing she can buy is real estate.

The real estate industry is gradually emerging and will soon experience a full-scale boom, especially in coastal areas.

Mingjing looked up and saw Vanke's stock price scrolling on the big screen, at 20.36 yuan per share. He bought fifty shares directly, spending over a thousand yuan.

When it comes to stocks, Mingjing believes that real estate has a stronger upward momentum than Moutai.

In the 1990s, housing prices in coastal areas remained high, ranging from a few hundred to a few thousand, and then to tens of millions. She dared not imagine it.

She remembered that in her previous life, her mentor was an indigenous person from the coastal area. His family owned two sea-view villas, which were rebuilt after the old houses were demolished, and were worth hundreds of millions.

The current price is around 20 yuan per share, and it will be 4,000 or 5,000 yuan per share later, fulfilling the dreams of many people.

Unfortunately, she doesn't have much money right now. If she had more, she would like to just leave it there and sell it when the real estate market is fully booming.

She had just placed her order when the exchange bell rang, announcing the market's closure. Stepping out of the exchange, Mingjing got straight into the car. "To the gold shop."

"No, Mingjing, do you have enough money to buy a gold chain?" Huang Daguang asked doubtfully, then his eyes lit up. "You made a profit?"

"No, drive quickly."

Mingjing fastened his seatbelt and urged him on.

Upon hearing this, Huang Daguang became curious. He had just heard the closing bell of the stock exchange, and in five minutes, it was impossible to even recover the principal. He was quite curious.

Ten minutes later, the car stopped in front of the hardware store, and Mingjing got out and went inside.

The shop was simply decorated, with gleaming gold lying in the counter.

"Young lady, would you like to buy gold?" asked the saleswoman, a round-faced woman with big eyes.

Mingjing nodded, glanced around the counter, and went to a corner to whisper, "Let me see those two."

She deliberately chose a spot where Huang Daguang couldn't see her, because she didn't want others to know that she had bought gold; flaunting wealth was a major taboo.

The girl with big eyes took out two gold chains from the counter. They were as thick as chopsticks, had a simple design, and were priced at one hundred.

Mingjing weighed the two together and found they weighed about half a pound each. In later times, they would be worth seven or eight thousand.

"Good, wrap it up."

The price of gold is low now, only 90 yuan per gram, and the people are honest and straightforward, without any fraudulent practices. Mingjing originally wanted to buy two more to stock up, but she needed to keep some money in reserve.

I was thinking of buying more next time I made more money.

You have to understand that the price of gold in later generations had risen to 650 yuan per gram. If she hoarded a mountain of gold, wouldn't she be able to sit back and count her money?

The girl with big eyes was surprised. Most of the people who came to her shop were big bosses, and it was rare to see a young girl so generous. She must be a rich heiress.

She looked up and saw Huang Daguang driving by the door. Her mind became even more certain. She quickly wrapped the gold chain in a red cloth and handed it to Mingjing.

"Two hundred yuan!" Mingjing said readily after receiving the item, pulling out two red bills and handing them over.

After leaving the gold shop, Mingjing got into the car. Huang Daguang was extremely curious. "Mingjing, you bought gold? That stuff isn't cheap. Did you really make money?"

Mingjing smiled and made an excuse, "No, I'm just looking. I'll buy one for my mom when I have the money."

"Oh," Huang Daguang said, still somewhat skeptical. He felt that this girl was no ordinary person, but he didn't say it outright. Instead, he changed the subject, "Where to now?"

"Uncle Huang, thank you so much for today. I'll buy a few chickens to treat you."

Upon hearing that there was chicken to eat, Huang Daguang didn't complain and drove Mingjing to the live poultry market.

As dusk fell, the once bustling poultry market was now nearly deserted, and the air was thick with the stench of manure. Mingjing held her breath.

Several stalls were still packing up by the roadside. Mingjing tiptoed over and said, "Sir, I want one hen, two roosters, ten chicks, and five ducklings."

The old man, who was about to close up shop, heard this request and his eyes lit up. He readily agreed and grabbed two baskets of chickens and ducks as requested, and even gave her two large cages as a gift.

"One hundred and twenty yuan!" the old man said in a loud voice.

Mingjing readily took out the money, turned to Huang Daguang, and said, "Uncle Huang, here you go, we should head back now."

"Huh?" Huang Daguang was stunned when two chicken baskets were stuffed into his hands.

In an instant, he realized that this girl had bought him as a laborer for seventy yuan.