She snorted, carefully put the money away, and wiped away her tears, lost in her own daydream: "When we go to the port city, we'll buy a big house and eat seafood every day..."
However, the bustling port city in her dreams was now a complete nightmare for Meng Zihan.
In an abandoned warehouse by the dock, the air was filled with the salty smell of seawater and the sour smell of rust.
A dim light bulb swayed overhead, casting long, distorted shadows of the two people.
Meng Zihan stared intently at the several wooden crates that had been pried open, her face even more grim than the cement floor of the warehouse.
The box was filled with so-called "imported parts," but they were pitted, rusty, and some were even broken in two, looking like scrap iron dug out of a garbage dump.
"Meng Xuejun!" She turned around abruptly and screamed, "You're telling me this is the good stuff you got through connections?"
Meng Xuejun shrank back, still trying to argue, "I...I asked around! That person said it's leftover stock from a big factory, cheap! It'll definitely work..."
"Cheap?!" Meng Zihan laughed out of anger.
She grabbed a rusty bearing from the box and slammed it down at Meng Xuejun's feet.
"Clang!"
"Open your eyes and look! Is this cheap stuff or scrap metal? We finally got the money we needed from Auntie, and you used it to buy this pile of junk? The buyer is coming to see the goods this afternoon, what am I supposed to show them?"
She yelled until her voice was hoarse, and she was trembling with anger.
She was a reborn woman who thought she could easily win by relying on her prophecy, but she didn't expect to stumble at the first step by her own incompetent father!
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