"Look at this color, it's so yellow, how can you make rouge with it?" The rouge shop's owner shook her head repeatedly, her face full of worry, as if she had already seen the bad luck that would befall the shop because of this batch of sugar. "Young girls are very picky about the color of rouge, and they are all very discerning. If they saw rouge of this color, they would probably smash my shop on the spot. We business owners can't afford such a risk."
Jiang Xiaocai was stunned. He had never imagined that the candy he had so carefully selected and so eagerly awaited would be of inferior quality. He felt his head spin, as if the world had collapsed. Flustered and anxious, he immediately rushed to the place where he had made the deal with Boss Wang. However, when he arrived, the place was completely deserted, leaving only an empty space, as if mercilessly mocking his naivety and foolishness.
Jiang Xiaocai stamped his feet in anger, clenching his fists until his knuckles turned white from the exertion. He cursed through gritted teeth, "Damn it! How dare this liar lie to me! I won't let him go! I'll make him pay for what he did!"
But what good would it do to just get angry? Jiang Xiaocai refused to give in and watch his dreams crumble. He thought that perhaps processing the sugar would improve the situation. If he could find a solution, perhaps he could salvage the situation. So, he searched everywhere, pursuing every possible clue, and finally found a small workshop where he could boil the sugar into syrup and see if he could sell it.
He waited by the workshop with great anticipation, his eyes fixed on the sucrose boiling in the pot, as if it was his last hope. He imagined that the syrup would be attractive in color and fragrant, and that it could be sold smoothly, helping him to get out of his predicament. However, the moment the syrup was boiled out, Jiang Xiaocai's heart sank to the bottom of the valley, and he was completely disappointed. The syrup was black in color, like ink, and it also emitted a pungent smell that made people want to vomit. He mustered up the courage to taste it, and the bitter taste instantly spread in his mouth, almost making him vomit. It was completely unusable and was a pile of waste.
"It's over, it's all gone! I've lost everything!" Jiang Xiaocai stared at the pile of syrup that looked like waste, feeling like tears welling up in his eyes. He felt as if he had fallen into a bottomless abyss, a darkness enveloping him, making it impossible to escape. Not only had he lost all his money—his long-accumulated savings—but he also owed the workshop owner a large debt for processing fees. At this moment, he was filled with despair and helplessness, as if the whole world had abandoned him.
"Xiaocai, what's wrong with you? Why do you look so dejected?" Mo Chen happened to pass by at this moment and saw Jiang Xiaocai's distraught look. He couldn't help but ask with concern. Mo Chen was now the owner of Jiang Xiaohuang's steamed bun shop and had heard about Jiang Xiaocai's ambitious "grand plan".
When Jiang Xiaocai saw Mo Chen, it was as if he saw a ray of light in the darkness. He grabbed a life-saving straw and said anxiously: "Brother Mo Chen, I have been cheated! Those candies are all inferior products. Now there is nothing I can do. They are all in my hands! What should I do?" As he spoke, his eyes became red again, and tears welled up in his eyes, and they could roll down at any time.
Mo Chen sighed and said earnestly, "I told you you're too impatient. Business isn't a simple matter. How can it be as easy as you think? There are so many tricks involved." He thought for a moment and then said, "How about this? Sell the sugar at a low price. Any profit you can get is a little. Although you may not be able to recover much of the loss, it's better than just letting it go to waste."
Jiang Xiaocai shook his head helplessly and said dejectedly, "Brother Mochen, I tried, but no one wants it! As soon as everyone saw the candy and smelled it, they all shook their heads and refused."
Mo Chen pondered for a while and said, "Then I'll ask the bun shop for you to see if I can use this sugar to make caramel buns. Maybe it will have a different effect. Maybe we can find a use for it in a different way."
However, the results were still disappointing. The shop's caramel buns were not only unpopular, but also met with complaints from some customers, who complained that the buns tasted strange and were simply inedible. Jiang Xiaocai was completely despairing, feeling he had reached a dead end. Not only had he lost all his savings, he was also deeply in debt, and even his mother's beloved jade bracelet was beyond redemption. That bracelet, a symbol of his mother's love, was now threatened with loss due to his impulsive behavior, leaving him filled with remorse and regret.
"Wow... my money... my bracelet..." Jiang Xiaocai, alone in a corner of the warehouse, finally burst into tears. His sobs were heartbreaking, tears pouring out like a flood. As he wept, he muttered to himself, "They talk about a sugar monopoly? I think it's a monopoly on tears..." At this moment, he was filled with grievance and regret. The more he thought about it, the more he felt he shouldn't have been so impulsive, trusting that hateful Boss Wang. He hated his own ignorance and greed, which had led him into this predicament.
After crying for a long time, Jiang Xiaocai suddenly stood up and wiped his tears with his sleeve. He had only one thought in his mind: find grandma! In his heart, grandma was the person who loved him the most in the world. No matter what difficulties he encountered, grandma could always comfort him gently, give him strength, and help him solve problems. Grandma was like a warm harbor. No matter how many storms he experienced outside, he could always find shelter there. So, he ran out of the warehouse crying and ran towards the direction of the prime minister's residence. His steps were hurried but firm...
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