Chapter Eight: The Empty Balance
Mu Qingyu returned to Muxiang Garden in the truck that delivered her goods. It was 6 p.m.
She returned so early for two reasons: first, Lü Peng informed her that all the goods she had ordered yesterday had been delivered, and the deliverymen were waiting for her to return to settle the payment; second, Ma Dachuan had also arrived, saying he wanted to discuss the car fleet with Mu Qingyu. Therefore, Mu Qingyu didn't continue shopping outside and chose to return to Mu Xiangyuan.
Mu Qingyu asked the staff to help the driver unload the goods, while she briefly checked the supplies she had purchased yesterday and then transferred money to each person to settle the accounts.
After settling the remaining balance of 5,177,000 yuan from yesterday, and deducting the 221,700 yuan for clothing and the 300 yuan for freight, Mu Qingyu only had 3,461,700 yuan left in cash.
Money! She needs more money now!
Ma Dachuan stayed with Lü Peng, watching Mu Qingyu hand over the goods to the people delivering them from the trade market, seemingly lost in thought.
After finishing everything, the three of them returned to the general manager's office and sat down to talk. Surprisingly, the three of them sitting in three different directions did indeed give off a bit of a three-way power struggle vibe.
Mu Qingyu sat down and stared at Ma Dachuan without saying a word. Her expression was very calm, and she showed no intention of speaking.
Ma Dachuan was a burly man with an honest-looking face, but his eyes always gleamed with shrewdness. Seeing that Mu Qingyu was so composed, he had no choice but to speak first.
"Miss Mu, I think you've already heard from Brother Lü why I'm here today, right?"
Mu Qingyu raised an eyebrow slightly and smiled noncommittally.
“Look, Brother Lü said you plan to run your own supermarket. You probably won’t be focusing on Muxiangyuan anymore, right? Actually, although Muxiangyuan has been profitable in recent years, many customers prefer to find their own trucking companies for transportation. In recent years, our trucking company…” Ma Dachuan was about to launch into a long speech.
Seeing that he was trying to confuse her, Mu Qingyu raised her right hand and waved it, interrupting Ma Dachuan's incessant chatter: "Master Ma, are you here today to reason with me or to talk business? Where I focus my business in the future is my own business, and whether I need a fleet of vehicles is also my own business. Maybe my new supermarket will still need a fleet of vehicles?"
That was a rather harsh statement. It implied that Ma Dachuan had no right to tell her what to do.
Lu Peng couldn't stand it anymore. He had been observing Mu Qingyu for two days and knew she wasn't the kind of naive, easily fooled girl. If Ma Dachuan still harbored any intention of taking advantage, today's deal was probably off.
So he quickly said, "Da Chuan, Miss Mu is a straightforward person. Just say what you want to say directly, don't beat around the bush. When Old Master Mu was alive, he treated everyone very well. You should talk to Miss Mu properly about the caravan." It was both a reminder and a warning.
Just as Mu Qingyu said, whether Mu Qingyu needs the caravan or not, the caravan belongs to Mu Xiangyuan. Since it's a business negotiation, one should have the attitude of a business negotiation and not act like one who got a bargain but pretends to be innocent.
Ma Dachuan chuckled awkwardly, knowing he probably wouldn't gain much advantage, and only then did he steel himself to properly discuss the team's affairs.
Once a clear stance is taken, things become easier to discuss. Mu Qingyu doesn't actually want to keep the convoy.
The two talked for a long time, from the fleet's fixed assets—the large trucks—to the future of each member of the fleet. Mu Qingyu, relying on her complete unfamiliarity with Ma Dachuan, remained adamant and refused to budge, leaving Ma Dachuan helpless.
Finally, witnessed by Lü Peng, both parties reached an agreement.
Mu Xiangyuan's fleet consists of fifteen large trucks. They are all Dongfeng trucks, just different models and tonnages. The most important assets of the entire fleet are the two vehicles and the people.
The personnel's future was settled first. Since the team had been almost self-sufficient for the past few years, Mu Qingyu implemented a humane policy: anyone who wanted to leave was released. However, from last month to this month, all personnel salaries and benefits would have to be borne by Ma Dachuan himself, and Mu Xiangyuan would no longer pay them. Furthermore, the team's profits this month would no longer be included in Mu Xiangyuan's operating income.
Ma Dachuan had no objection to this, as he knew the team's financial situation better than anyone. Their longest discussion focused on the depreciation value of the vehicles. Fifteen vehicles, with market depreciation prices ranging from 45,000 to 68,000 yuan per vehicle, were finally agreed upon at a total depreciation of 760,000 yuan for the fifteen vehicles.
In other words, Ma Dachuan gave Mu Qingyu 760,000 yuan, and Mu Qingyu signed the document, allowing Ma Dachuan to leave with his car.
We agreed to transfer the money and sign the contract the next morning, and that finally brought the matter to a close.
Mu Qingyu then asked Lü Peng about the bank loan. Lü Peng replied that the document review went smoothly, and Mu Xiangyuan had always been a profitable company. The only problem was the complicated procedures, and he didn't know when the loan would be approved.
"What if we reduce the loan amount and increase the repayment interest? Would that be faster?" Mu Qingyu asked Lü Peng.
It was clear that Mu Qingyu was very anxious for the money. "How about this, I'll go talk to their bank manager myself tomorrow," Lü Peng said.
After thanking Lü Peng, Mu Qingyu went back to her room to rest.
Mu Qingyu only rested for three hours before getting up in the dark. It was already 1 a.m., and Mu Qingyu quietly made her way to Warehouse No. 1, which was filled with supplies.
Warehouses 1 through 5, which were originally idle, have now all been requisitioned by Mu Qingyu. The supplies purchased yesterday are now all piled up in warehouse 1, almost filling it to capacity.
Mu Qingyu was there to collect supplies; she couldn't wait. Since only she could open Warehouse No. 1 at the moment, the warehouse she requisitioned was strictly locked once full, and the key was in her possession alone. Therefore, even if she emptied Warehouse No. 1 now, as long as she didn't open it in public, no one would know the items inside had disappeared.
In Warehouse No. 1, Mu Qingyu began experimenting with using her mind to remotely acquire a large number of items. After a busy night, Mu Qingyu successfully moved everything in Warehouse No. 1 into her Blood Jade Space.
The entire warehouse of supplies was neatly stacked in one corner, instantly giving Mu Qingyu a greater sense of security.
Back in her dorm, a shower later, and she felt refreshed for another day. Mu Qingyu's control and mastery over the Blood Jade Space had improved once again!
The countdown to the apocalypse has reached its 28th day.
Lu Peng and Ma Dachuan arrived early, and Ma Dachuan had already prepared the 760,000 yuan cash transfer. Although he hadn't gotten any advantage over Mu Qingyu, Ma Dachuan had clearly wanted to be in charge for a long time. He was quite excited and eager to finally own his own fleet and become a boss.
The transaction was completed smoothly, and Mu Qingyu generously congratulated Ma Dachuan on successfully establishing his own business.
Later, Mu Qingyu also received a piece of news from Lü Peng—the Mu brothers, Mu Xiangnan and Mu Xiangbei, intend to sell the Mu family's main residence and have already spread the word, actively seeking buyers!
Upon hearing this news, Mu Qingyu became thoughtful—although they had tried to sell the house in their previous life but failed, in this life, she still wanted to ensure that they could not obtain a single penny from the house!
As Mu Qingyu pondered, Lü Peng couldn't help but feel sorry for Old Master Mu. He had worked hard his whole life, and now that he had just passed away, his children and grandchildren were already eagerly selling off their ancestral property. The world is going to the dogs!
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