——Ms. Sang, are you free to have lunch together?
—Miss Sang didn't reply. Are you busy? Get some rest.
——Miss Sang, would you like to have afternoon tea together?
Sang Jueqian was frowning at the three messages when a new message came.
—Miss Sang, are you free tonight? There's a charity dinner going on tonight where attendees can auction off their belongings, and the proceeds will go to charity. Would you be interested in checking it out, Miss Sang?
Charity dinner? Charity?
Sang Jueqian looked at the warehouse filled with goods and smiled silently.
Isn't she doing charity work now?
Who could be kinder than her, saving the people of the entire Tingzhou with her own efforts?
She bought everything herself and delivered it personally.
Not only will there be no middlemen making a profit from the price difference, but no one will embezzle the donations.
Isn't this more interesting than attending a charity gala?
——I’m busy.
After putting away his phone, Sang Jueqian started to put rice into the space.
The length, width and height of the space are all five meters, which is about the same as the capacity of a classroom.
Objects placed in space are not attracted by the earth's gravity. Sang Jueqian can make objects stop wherever he wants.
In this way, even the top space can be used.
Sang Jueqian stuffed and stuffed until the space was full, but he could only fit thirteen hundred bags of rice.
However, this time the rice was not packed in bags of 20 kilograms, but 50 kilograms.
Thirteen bags of rice weigh a full sixty-five thousand kilograms.
Bringing these back to Li Junyan today should be able to temporarily solve his urgent needs.
Thinking of this, Sang Jueqian's mood also improved.
This warehouse is twice as large as Sang Jueqian’s, and two-thirds of the space is filled with rice.
This warehouse is the smallest of the six warehouses rented by Sang Jueqian.
The other five warehouses, one is filled with white flour, one is filled with instant noodles and dried noodles, one is filled with toothpaste, toothbrushes, shampoo, shower gel, soap, laundry detergent and other daily necessities, and another is filled with towels and fabrics of various colors and textures.
In the last warehouse, there were the walkie-talkies, desk lamps, and a batch of good quality two-liter pot-bellied cups that Sang Jueqian had promised to give to Li Junyan.
In ancient times, it was inconvenient to carry water when going out. Rich people used water bags, while poor people used bamboo tubes.
But no matter which one, it doesn’t hold enough water and is not convenient enough.
The wholesale price of a big-bellied cup is only a few dollars each. It is sturdy and durable. Sang Jueqian directly placed a large order for it in bulk, and then gave one to every citizen in Tingzhou. It will be extremely convenient to use.
After locking the door of the warehouse, Sang Jueqian happily left the warehouse area and took a taxi to the tram store to pick up his electric tricycle.
Although it was already past five in the afternoon, it was summer and the sun was still high in the sky, scorching the earth.
The electric tricycle that Sang Jueqian bought has a carport, which can block some sunlight.
When the car was driving on the road, it was not fast enough and there was no air conditioning, but the wind blowing in the face was still quite cool.
The most important thing is that Sang Jueqian can drive it directly to the door of the grocery store without having to change cars, which is very convenient.
Sang Jueqian had just arrived at the door of the grocery store and had not yet gotten out of the car when the owner of the ancient style cultural and creative store next door pushed open the door and stuck his head out.
"Xiao Sang, why aren't you open today? You've only taken over the store for two days, and you're already closed! This isn't good! When your grandfather was here, he kept it open year-round, rain or shine. Now that he's handed the store over to you, you can't ruin his hard work!"
The boss is a man in his forties, tall and thin, looking gentle and elegant. When he speaks, he gives people the feeling of being more like a teacher than a small boss.
Sang Jue smiled lightly, "Uncle Zhong, I'm going to buy an electric car, otherwise it will be inconvenient to travel."
"That's right. In our ancient city, no car or sports car is as convenient as the tram. Xiao Sang, you still understand."
By the way, this morning, your cousin came to look for you. When she saw you didn't open the door, she started swearing at you for a while and even tried to bang on it. I said a few words to her and she left. Don't forget to call her and ask her what's going on.
Sang Zhenzhen is here? And she's banging on the door?
"I understand. Thank you, Uncle Zhong."
"What are you thanking me for? Your grandfather and I have been neighbors for many years. We are close friends regardless of age.
Now that your grandfather has retired and is enjoying his life, he has handed the grocery store over to you. I will definitely help him look after it.
"Okay, okay, it's scorching hot outside, you should go inside and cool down! I'm going back too!"
"Okay!"
Sang Jue smiled and agreed, then opened the door of the grocery store and walked in.
As soon as he entered the door, Sang Jueqian's face darkened. He took out his mobile phone and sent a WeChat message to Sang Zhenzhen.
——If you dare to come and smash the door again, I will chop off your hands. If you don’t believe me, you can try it.
Not long after the message was sent, Sang Zhenzhen called.
Sang Jueqian hung up the phone directly.
Sang Zhenzhen didn't call again, but a 59-second message came right after.
Sang Jueqian sneered and closed the dialog box.
Sang Zhenzhen must have a problem with her brain, which is why she sent her so many voice messages.
Did Sang Zhenzhen think she would listen?
Not at all.
When passing the teleporter, Sang Jueqian frowned.
This thing was installed with great effort, but I only used it once.
Now that I have space, this thing is probably of no use. What should I do with it?
Although he was thinking about this question in his mind, Sang Jueqian did not stop. He quickly walked to the window and opened the half-closed window.
Li Junyan was still sitting by the window working. He changed his desk from horizontal to vertical so that if he needed to move something, the desk would not be in the way.
Sang Jueqian had just stood still when Li Junyan put down his brush and looked over, "Miss Sang, you're back!"
"Yeah, I'm back."
Sang Jueqian glanced at the brush and inkstone, then turned around, picked up a gel pen from the counter, and handed it to Li Junyan. "This is the pen we have here. Try it and see if it works. If you think it's okay, I can buy you some."
Li Junyan took it and wrote two words on the paper, his face showing surprise. "It's easy to use and very convenient. If I need to remember something when I'm out and about, it will be very useful."
He only said that he wanted to use it when going out, and Sang Jueqian immediately understood what he meant.
I'm afraid this pen cannot be used in formal occasions.
Come to think of it, the entire Zhou Dynasty used writing brushes, and the imperial examinations also used writing brushes. It is impossible to change it suddenly.
"As long as they can be put to use." Sang Jue said with a faint smile, "I'll order a few thousand for you first, you can use them first."
Li Junyan's eyes widened slightly. "Thousands? Isn't that too much? This is too expensive for the girl."
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