In the dimly lit warehouse, Jiang Xiaocai stood quietly, his gaze fixed on the mountain of sugarcane. To him, the sugarcane was like a volcano of wealth about to erupt, spewing forth a steady stream of golden light, leading him toward a glorious and desirable future. Jiang Xiaocai had carefully calculated countless times beforehand: if the sugar were properly processed and then resold to small workshops, the profit would be at least tenfold. Such a lucrative return involuntarily conjured up a magnificent picture in his mind. Even the expenditure of this wealth had been meticulously planned, meticulously organized.
He first planned to buy a hundred exquisitely crafted sugar paintings of various shapes. He imagined the lifelike paintings, resembling graceful birds or delicate flowers, each embodying the exquisite craftsmanship of folk artists. He could fully savor the sweetness spreading across his tongue, as if the entire world were enveloped in sweetness. Then, he thought of his beloved grandmother. She was always so kind and caring, and she loved him with unwavering care. He wanted to find her the largest and most magnificent rouge box in the capital, one inlaid with dazzling gems and intricately carved. Every morning, when she opened the box to put on her makeup, she would feel his deep love, and every day she would be beautiful and smiling. Then, many beautiful ideas flashed through his mind like stars.
"Xiaocai, you were hiding here!" A bell-like shout shattered the silence of the warehouse. Young Marquis Su, carrying his signature toy sword, stormed in like a gust of wind. His face was filled with anxiety, his brows knitted together like a deep "chuan" (a character for "川") as he shouted, "Your mother has been looking for you for ages. I heard you pawned her jade bracelet again?"
Jiang Xiaocai was lost in his beautiful fantasy when the sudden sound, like a thunderclap, startled him so much that he spun around like a startled rabbit. His eyes instantly became panicked, and he avoided looking at his uncle. He quickly waved his hands and explained, "Uncle, that's... that's just a temporary loan! You know, I'm doing this for big things! When I make a fortune, I'll redeem it immediately, without wasting a penny!"
Young Marquis Su's eyes widened, a look that seemed to see through everything, filled with suspicion and reproach. He shouted, "Borrowing money? What are you up to now, kid? Are you thinking of reselling some weird stuff again? I still remember that incident with 'Death Barbie Pink'! Even now, those rouges are still hanging on the fence, like silent warning bells. Why don't you learn your lesson?"
Seeing his uncle's face full of distrust, Jiang Xiaocai felt extremely anxious. He hurried forward and mysteriously tugged at Young Marquis Su's sleeve, as if afraid others might overhear their conversation. As he led his uncle deeper into the warehouse, he excitedly said, "Uncle, this time is really different! I'm doing big business this time, the kind that's definitely going to make a lot of money! Look at this!" He paused and proudly pointed at the warehouse full of sugar cane, his eyes gleaming with confidence, as if the sugar cane had become the cornerstone of his success.
Young Marquis Su narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze as sharp as an eagle's. He carefully examined the candy and said with disdain, "Isn't it just a pile of candy? Why did you buy so much candy? Are you trying to make yourself sick with sweetness and turn into a sugar man?"
"Uncle, this isn't just buying candy; it's an investment!" Jiang Xiaocai puffed out his chest and said proudly, as if he had already become a business tycoon. "I'm going to monopolize the sugar industry! When I make a fortune, the first thing I'll do is make you a solid gold sword. It'll be gleaming and majestic, so that when you walk down the street, everyone will be in awe of you!"
Upon hearing this, Young Marquis Su couldn't help but shake his head, a smile of helplessness mixed with a hint of relief on his face. He felt helpless because this kid always loved to mess around, but he was relieved because his drive and ambition were just like his own youth. He said, "You're exactly like your uncle when he was young—you love to mess around! Okay, since you have such ambition, I'll support you! If anyone dares to bully you during this process, just tell me, and I'll take this big knife and chop him down! Let him know that the people in our Prime Minister's Mansion are not to be trifled with!"
Jiang Xiaocai felt a surge of warmth in his heart after hearing his uncle's words. He was so moved that his eyes turned red and tears welled up in his eyes, almost bursting out. He held his uncle's hand tightly and said in a choked voice, "Uncle, you are so good to me! Don't worry, I will never let you down! I will definitely succeed!"
With his uncle's support, Jiang Xiaocai felt emboldened, as if filled with endless energy. Like a brave soldier about to enter a battlefield, he immediately set out to promote his sugar cane. Full of confidence, he visited every business that might need it, eagerly anticipating a flood of orders.
However, reality was like a heavy slap in the face, ruthlessly slapping him.
"Why does this candy have such a weird smell?" the bun shop owner frowned, his brows furrowed so tightly that they looked like they could pinch a fly to death. He said with disdain, "We focus on quality when making buns. Every bite matters to the customer's experience. We wouldn't dare use this kind of candy with such a weird smell. If a customer gets sick from eating it, how can we continue our business?"
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