Chapter 115: No Help
Zhu Jingchen knew that the opportunity was right in front of him, and if he missed it once, he would never get it back.
Chen Yan asked Zhu Jingchen: "Brother Wei Qing, how much goods are you planning to sell this time?"
As she spoke, she observed his expression, trying to see if he had any confidence.
Zhu Jingchen said calmly: "One thousand pieces."
His tone was steady, without any hesitation.
"So you're only planning to spend 12,000 yuan on the goods?"
She continued to ask, a hint of doubt in her voice.
Zhu Jingchen nodded, "Yes."
In his opinion, this budget is already the limit. He can't take more and can't afford the risk.
The payment for the goods alone would cost 11,000 yuan, plus Song Xiaochen's investment of 2,000 yuan, so the two of them only had a maximum of 3,000 yuan in liquid funds.
This financial arrangement seemed just right to him, but in Shen Yan's eyes, there were obvious loopholes.
Shen Yan thought seriously for a while and said, “Brother Wei Qing, if you sell it the way Wei Wei and I do, as long as there are many people, a thousand pieces will not be enough.”
Her tone began to become excited as she realized that they were facing a huge business opportunity.
"Besides, you're importing from Shanghai, so the shipping costs are high. You have to sell it for thirty-eight yuan each, not a penny less."
Her eyes became firm, as if she had already seen the hot-selling scene.
"It's rare for you to go out to the stall, so you must time it right."
As she spoke, she gestured, "By the time others realize we can make money, we must have already finished our stalls and returned home with the profits."
“Before others react and try to imitate you, you’ve already sold out.”
Her speech became faster and faster, and it was obvious that she had already imagined various scenarios.
"Just throw all the 20,000 you have into it!"
Her tone was firm, as if she had made some kind of decision, and even had a hint of command in it.
"I'll give you an extra 30,000 yuan!"
As soon as she finished speaking, the room fell into a brief silence. Zhu Jingchen was stunned for a moment, and when he looked at her, a complex emotion of shock and emotion flashed in his eyes.
"A thousand pieces are too few. Why don't you just sell 5,000 pieces?"
Zhu Jingchen smiled, a gentle smile on his face, and asked in a leisurely tone: "You trust me so much? What if you lose? How will you end up?"
Shen Yan took a deep breath, with complicated emotions surging in her heart. She knew that this decision was not only about money, but also a trust in a person's character.
She thought silently in her heart: If I lose, it means I bet on the wrong person and made the wrong bet.
But even so, she didn't waver at all, and her lips maintained a firm expression, "I believe you can do it! Even if you lose, it's just my mistake. I won't regret it!"
“But I also want a return on this investment.”
She continued, her tone calm.
"This 30,000 yuan buys 3,000 pairs of jeans. I make 20 yuan on each pair, for a total profit of 60,000 yuan. Divide it into three parts, and I want 20,000 yuan in return."
Zhu Jingchen smiled slightly after hearing this and nodded in response: "Okay, I will do my best and will never let you down."
This sentence was said sincerely and firmly.
Hearing these words, Shen Yan's heart was stirred again, and her heartbeat quickened, as if at this moment, all her worries and anxieties were suppressed by an indescribable confidence.
After the two of them got the money that day, Zhu Jingchen immediately started to pack his luggage. His expression was solemn but also motivated. He walked out of the dormitory building without hesitation.
After get off work in the afternoon, before the sun had completely set, Song Weiwei happily ran from the factory to find Chen Yan. Her steps were brisk, and her face was filled with unconcealed joy. "Chen Yan, I've convinced my family! We're going to look at houses tonight! We can finally get our own little house!"
Song Weiwei's face was glowing and her eyes were as bright as stars. The long-awaited happiness was almost within reach, and her eyes were full of fantasies and longings for her future new home.
However, Shen Yan lowered her head, her eyes wandering, and her voice became light but heavy, "Weiwei, I can't look at houses during this period."
Song Weiwei was stunned, her smile froze on her face. Then her eyes widened and she asked anxiously, "What? Why?"
Shen Yan slowly raised her head, looked directly into her friend's eyes, and spoke in a low but clear voice: "I will give you all the money...
I've put all my money into selling clothes to Brother Wei Qing, risking everything."
Upon hearing this, Song Weiwei's eyes immediately turned red, her expression changed, and tears welled up as if she was overwhelmed by emotion. "You spent 30,000 yuan! 30,000 yuan! We can almost buy a house!"
"That little house we'd been picking out for so long—it's gone! It's completely gone!"
Her voice was trembling and choked with incredible anger and heartache, and every word was like a needle piercing her heart.
Song Weiwei threw herself on the bed, tears falling like beads from a fallen string, rolling onto the pillow one by one.
She sobbed and sobbed non-stop, her shoulders trembling slightly, and she mumbled intermittently: "The house flew away... Wuwu... It was almost finished, and in the end it was gone... The money I saved with great difficulty is gone, and Wei Qing is gone too... Everything is ruined..."
Zhao Xiaolan pushed open the door and walked in. After taking a quick look at the situation inside, she said with a hint of impatience, "Aren't you going to take orders and do some business tonight? If you don't make money, where will the tuition fees and the rest of the tuition come from?"
There was a hint of blame in her tone, and she was obviously a little anxious about the current situation.
Shen Yan immediately took Song Weiwei's hand and said, her voice soft but firm: "Yes, Weiwei, let's go sell goods together today. As long as we work hard, we will definitely be able to do it."
"I think it won't be long before we can make another 30,000."
Shen Yan added with a smile.
Hearing this, Song Weiwei immediately jumped up from the bed!
That’s right!
The 30,000 yuan has been handed over, and Wei Qing has left the city. The money cannot be recovered no matter what.
No matter how much regret or pain you feel now, it will be of no use.
In this case, instead of dwelling on loss and frustration, it is better to focus on the next stage's goals as soon as possible. This is the most important thing!
Without hesitation, she reached out and grabbed Shen Yan's arm, "Let's go find customers and sell goods now! Time is precious, we can't waste a moment!"
However, along the way, Song Weiwei didn't say a word to Shen Yan.
Her brows were furrowed, and the scene of the 30,000 yuan being wasted kept appearing in her mind. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She felt a nameless anger in her chest and was very unhappy.
Such a big decision, but Shen Yan didn't even inform her in advance and made the decision without telling her?
Realizing this, her mood became even more complicated.
Sensing that the atmosphere was not right, Shen Yan had no choice but to explain with an awkward smile on her face, "I'm sorry, I really didn't think it through this time and didn't tell you the details."
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