Chapter 103 Discussing Cooperation with Uncle Ji
Knowing that Zhong Qiao and Zhong's father were going to the market early in the morning, Zhong's mother prepared a hearty breakfast early. After breakfast, Zhong Siqi went to school as usual, and they rented a small tricycle to transport the goods to the market.
But the space on the small tricycle is limited. In order to make a big profit this time, Mr. Zhong made no less than 10 baby carriages and dozens of woven bamboo baskets, but they could only fit a part of them.
Zhong Qiao fell into deep thought. This was such a waste of efficiency. It seemed that he would have to find a way to cooperate with a large truck.
Having learned from the previous experience, the two of them arrived at the market this time and waited at their original location for a while before being recognized by regular customers from last time. Word spread among them and they sold their products very smoothly.
By the morning, only a few bamboo baskets were left. Fortunately, they were lucky this time and were able to sell a baby carriage at the market.
Mr. Zhong couldn't stop smiling as he held the money in his pocket.
Although this amount of money is less than half of a Hong Kong fortune, the down-to-earth feeling is particularly good. It reminds him of his hard work when he was young, and he gradually feels a sense of accomplishment.
Everything starts from scratch.
Mr. Zhong, however, was deeply relieved. His son had been admitted to university, his daughter had found a husband, he was slowly earning money, and his family was reunited. What could be happier than the present? People should know how to be content.
The weather was clear, unlike the cold weather some time ago. After working for a while, Zhong Qiao had a thin layer of sweat on his back. He saw that Zhong's father was still arguing with others, his mouth dry from the argument.
Zhong Qiao's heart moved, and he said, "Dad, I'll go to the stall next door to buy some food."
Mr. Zhong was already hungry, and his mouth was foaming from arguing with the aunt in front of him. He nodded quickly and said, "Okay."
Zhong Qiao crossed the road and came to the stall opposite.
This is an elderly couple, and their main dish is bubble wontons.
The two men were nearly fifty years old, with white hair, but their hands and feet were very nimble. When they saw Zhong Qiao coming, they immediately smiled.
"Hey, beautiful lady, what do you want to eat?"
They have been setting up stalls here for many years. They are all old brands with regular customers. They are a little curious about Zhong Qiao and others who have just arrived.
After all, they have been coming and going for more than ten years, setting up their stalls on time without fail, and staying in this place, watching the stalls around them change one after another as time goes by.
But this time there were new people, a father and daughter. The daughter was exceptionally beautiful, and the father was skillful, making things that were both rare and exquisite. As they were older, they couldn't help but take a few more glances at the father and daughter.
Unexpectedly, this beautiful girl came to eat their bubble wontons today.
Zhong Qiao smiled brightly: "I want two large portions of bubble wontons, each with a braised egg."
"Okay, okay." The old couple responded and started to work.
One person rolls out the dough, uses chopsticks to lightly pick up the filling and puts it into the dough, while the other person is responsible for cooking the wontons and preparing the soup base.
This is the kind of bubble wonton you should eat in Suzhou. The skin is thin and the meat is small, and the soup base is made with egg skin, chopped green onion, pickled mustard greens and other condiments. The key is to make it fresh.
The old man used a big spoon to put the round wontons into the bowl.
The old woman smiled and said, "Puff wontons are 15 cents a bowl, and the braised egg is 8 cents, a total of 3.16 yuan."
To prevent Mr. Zhong from not eating enough, Zhong Qiao ordered another chicken leg and paid five yuan.
"Are we going to eat here?" the old woman asked, holding the bowl.
Zhong Qiao took one of the bowls and said, "Please help me carry it to the other side. I will return the bowl after I finish eating."
The old woman smiled and said hello.
Zhong Qiao placed the wontons on a makeshift small table and invited Mr. Zhong to come and eat.
Seeing the chicken leg that his daughter had added for him, Mr. Zhong felt very happy. If he was not unfamiliar with the people around him, he would have wanted to take out the chicken leg and show it off.
The two of them ate heartily and completely ignored the figure approaching them.
When Zhong Qiao reacted, he felt a pressure above his head, as if someone was staring at him.
"Zhong Qiao." Someone called her name in a low voice, and the voice was very pleasant.
Zhong Qiao was still chewing wontons when he looked up and saw the second uncle of the Ji family with a heavy face and Ji Hebai with an unclear expression.
Uncle Ji was holding the wooden pony in his hand at the moment, with the corners of his mouth tightly drawn, looking quite scary.
It seems like he is here to call for punishment.
Zhong Qiao stood up and asked, "Uncle, what do you want to talk to me about?"
She couldn't help but glance back. Why did Ji Hebai follow her?
She gave this wooden pony to the child of the Ji family because she thought he was cute. If Uncle Ji hadn't come over suddenly, she would have almost forgotten about it.
There had always been a misunderstanding between her and the Ji family. Zhong Qiao had never figured out how to explain it. She had thought about when the next confrontation with the Ji family would be, but she had never thought it would be at this sudden moment.
She was sweating profusely, standing on a stool while eating wontons.
"This?" Uncle Ji picked up the wooden pony and shook it. "Did you make this?"
Sure enough, he came here to cause trouble.
Zhong Qiao's heart tightened, but he chose not to lie: "Uncle, this was made by my dad, is there something wrong with it?"
She explained: "This is for children to play with. It's free. If you don't like it..."
Uncle Ji interrupted her: "Okay, no need to say so much."
Zhong Qiao and Zhong's father were stunned.
Uncle Ji's expression was not very good, but he revealed a sense of helplessness. After a while, he said something shocking: "How many other carvings of this kind do you have in your family?"
Zhong Qiao and Zhong's father looked at each other, unsure what he meant. Even if he was here to cause trouble, could he just give him a quick death instead of this ambiguous and interrogative approach?
Perhaps sensing the vigilance in the two men's eyes, Ji Hebai sighed, "Don't be nervous. I can't help it. This is a long story."
Ji Hebai said, "My Jianyang really likes the pony you made. He showed it to our factory later. The designer at the top really likes your creativity, but your carving skills need improvement. I wonder if you are interested in selling these things to our factory."
Zhong Qiao's heart was bubbling when he heard this.
From hell to heaven in an instant.
She had encountered so many things during this period, and she was overwhelmed by the strange things she encountered every now and then. She subconsciously thought it was something bad. She had originally prepared for bad luck, but she didn't expect it to be a blessing from heaven.
The Ji family runs a herbal medicine business and also runs a pharmacy. They have been practicing Chinese medicine for generations. Zhong Qiao has heard a little about this, but she really has no idea what factory Uncle Ji is talking about, and it seems no one in the compound has ever mentioned it.
However, the Ji family was wealthy and powerful, and they didn't bother with my aunt and the others about what happened back then, let alone make a special trip to deceive me.
Zhong Qiao's heart was pounding.
In the morning, I was still thinking about renting a truck to transport goods. At noon, Uncle Ji's cooperation came, and my chance was finally here.
Zhong Qiao was not shocked by the news. Instead, his first reaction was to calmly ask, "What is your budget?"
Ji Hebai glanced at her and then gestured a number that made Zhong Qiao gasp.
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