After leaving the clinic, Song Ning wrapped herself up tightly again. She didn't take Tang Xinghuai's clothes; she had only brought back a man's garment from her trip, which wouldn't look good.
I walked into a fabric store, and there was a sign that had just been put up that all the cotton for the day was sold out.
Song Ning went inside, and the shopkeeper waved his hand impatiently when he saw someone come in: "The cotton is sold out today. Come back in seven days if you want to buy some."
"Is your boss here? I'm here to discuss business."
The waiter looked her up and down; she didn't look like someone who came to discuss business, but rather someone who came to rob someone.
"Talk business? What kind of business can you possibly talk about? Are you here to cause trouble?"
Song Ning sat down in a chair, then took out a small package and handed it to the shop assistant: "You just need to call your boss out, and you don't need to worry about anything else."
Song Ning put on a very sophisticated air, appearing to be a shrewd and calculating old man.
The shopkeeper opened the package, glanced at it, quickly closed it again, and then said earnestly, "Wait a moment, I'll go get my boss right away."
A moment later, a middle-aged man emerged from inside, dressed in a dark gray robe, with a gleaming ring on his hand.
He stepped forward, cupped his hands in greeting, and said, "Young friend, please move inside."
Song Ning walked in with her head held high and a swagger.
As soon as we entered, the owner quickly served tea and greeted us with a smile.
Song Ning deliberately spoke in a rough voice: "There's no need for tea, let's talk business first."
With a smile on his face, Boss Yu held the package that his employee had just brought in and asked, "Do you really have this cotton?"
“Of course, I have a stable supply of goods, and as you can see, the quality is even better than what you’ve been getting before.”
The cotton here is all pretty much the same; it's probably all old, blackened cotton, and the quality isn't very good.
Mr. Yu was tempted. If all cotton was like this, wouldn't he make a fortune?
"If they're all like this, don't worry, the price I'll offer will definitely not be low."
Song Ning smiled and asked, "How much does the boss plan to sell this cotton for per pound?"
Boss Yu started calculating in his mind: if he sold it for a high price, the purchase price would naturally be high, and he would earn less. There would definitely be many people who wanted this kind of cotton.
“The general price of cotton is now less than one tael of silver. I’m thinking of selling it at the original price. What do you think, young friend?” Boss Yu asked tentatively.
"I have one condition for providing the goods: I can offer you a lower purchase price, but I want half of the profits from every sale. Can the boss agree to that?"
This cotton belongs to her. Even if she sells it at a street stall, it's still a good product. It's just that she can't take it out right now, so she can only find a shop to sell it in first. Taking half of the profits is already very good.
Mr. Yu was very generous and didn't hesitate at all: "No problem, as long as you provide me with the goods, these are no issues."
Song Ning didn't hesitate and went out immediately. When she came back in, she took ten catties of cotton.
Song Ning glanced at the shop owner and smiled, "I live quite far from here, I'll come back in two days."
The shop owner grinned from ear to ear and nodded, "Alright, don't worry, this cotton will definitely sell out quickly if you leave it with me."
Song Ning paid 100 coins per jin for these ten jin of cotton, which is one tael of silver for ten jin.
After leaving the cloth shop, Song Ning turned around and went to another one.
The owner of this restaurant is a woman. I heard she is a widow raising her child alone. Her husband died early, and her mother-in-law's family treated her badly, so she moved out to live on her own with her child. She is a very capable person.
When Song Ning entered, the shop was quite crowded. The proprietress was busy serving customers at the front. Seeing her come in, she quickly stepped forward and asked with a smile, "Young lady, are you here to buy fabric?"
Song Ning looked down at herself. She was all wrapped up like this. How could anyone tell she was a woman?
A quick glance around the shop revealed the stark difference between the male and female owners; this shop was decorated much more warmly and comfortably than the previous one.
"Do you sell cotton here too?"
The proprietress smiled and said, "You're here to buy cotton? We just sold out today, there's no more left. If you want to buy some, come back early in seven days."
Song Ning tilted her head back and asked softly, "Boss, do you buy cotton here?"
Upon hearing this, the proprietress nodded repeatedly.
Who wouldn't want cotton?
Song Ning whispered, "Boss, how about we discuss a business deal?"
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When she came out of the inner room, the proprietress was smiling so much her eyes were almost closed.
"Please wait a moment, boss, I'll go get the goods."
"Hey, be careful, that thing is valuable, don't let anyone steal it." He gave this special instruction.
Song Ning slipped into the alley next to him and came out a short while later, carrying the things.
After handing over the goods, the proprietress gave her one tael of silver.
"Then I'll come back in two days."
After leaving the cloth shop, Chu Ning took the two taels of silver in his hand and went to find Song Dahai.
Song Dahai quickly completed the task on the list that Song Ning had prepared, and when Song Ning returned, the two of them were shivering from the cold.
As soon as Song Ning returned, he didn't rush back. Instead, he took the two of them into a restaurant.
The waiter didn't look down on them; he led them to their seats directly.
The three of them, Song Ning ordered a fish, a plate of braised pork knuckle, a stir-fried vegetable dish, and a soup.
The waiter seemed worried they couldn't afford it, and hesitated to speak. Song Ning didn't press the matter and simply took out two taels of silver.
Is that enough?
The waiter hurriedly nodded: "That's enough, that's enough. I'll go and give you your change."
Meat isn't expensive in winter, and of the four dishes she just ordered, the most expensive was actually the stir-fried greens.
Song Dahai was reluctant to spend the money and kept trying to leave, but Song Ning pulled him back.
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