Chapter 185
A gasp rippled through the crowd. "You really dare to ask for that much? Do you even know who she is? She's the mayor's most beloved daughter. Why don't you just offer her gold?"
"Yes, you're really bold, you outsider. We're willing to let you set up a stall here, you should be thanking the gods, and yet you still dare to ask for more."
"Why are outsiders so arrogant...?"
Everyone started criticizing her, but Fu Le wasn't in a hurry. They weren't looking at the goods, so she just ate. She wasn't in a rush to sell.
The girl waited a moment for Fu Le's reaction, but was surprised by her calm demeanor, and couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. "Where are you from? Why are you being so rude?"
“I’m here to sell these things. I wasn’t planning to sell the dried meat in the first place. You asked for it yourself, and I bought it for 18,000 yuan a catty. I traveled a long way here, and I only gained 2,000 yuan. How have I been impolite?”
The girl was speechless with choking. She wanted to turn around and leave, but she was unwilling to give up the meat jerky. The aroma of the meat in her mouth told her that it was really delicious. If she couldn't eat more, she might not be able to put it down for a long time.
For a moment, the girl was caught in a dilemma, unsure whether to leave or stay, and her eyes welled up with tears.
"Samaya, what are you doing here?" Suddenly, a male voice came from behind.
"Brother." Samaya walked towards her brother with a wronged expression. "Brother, I want to eat jerky, but it's so expensive. I don't have that much money."
Sachir's unfriendly gaze swept over Fu Le, "How much per pound?"
"Twenty thousand."
Sachir: !!!
He glared at Fu Le and beckoned to the patrol team behind him, "Go, collect 50,000 in taxes from her."
When everyone saw that Sachir had called the patrol team, they stopped buying anything and all stepped aside to wait for this ungrateful outsider to learn a lesson, their gloating eyes fixed on him.
"Hey, pay the tax, 50,000." The four team members stepped forward and kicked aside the pile of socks, while poking at the pile of underwear on the ground with their long guns, acting very arrogantly.
Fu Le laughed, then grabbed the backpack next to him and reached in to rummage through it.
Seeing this, the others thought she had given in and smiled smugly. But when she took out what was inside, it was smoking.
Upon closer inspection, it was a grenade with the pin pulled!
"Ahhh..." The four team members took off running. The next second, the grenade flew over their heads and landed not far ahead.
At that moment, everyone, from the onlookers to the Samaya siblings, was so frightened that they covered their heads and lay on the ground. 'Boom…'
The explosion sent dust flying everywhere.
The villagers were alarmed, thinking that enemies from some town had brought men to attack. When the leader rushed out with weapons and a murderous aura, he saw the Samaya siblings covered in dust and dirt, along with several patrol members lying on the ground.
As for the culprit, he was long gone, along with the goods on the ground.
Fu Le rode his bicycle at breakneck speed, and fortunately, there were many houses and lanes around, so he quickly got out of the area where those people were.
To go faster, after walking for a while, she switched to an ordinary motorcycle, twisted the throttle to the limit, and walked out with a carefree and unrestrained air.
By noon, the sun was too scorching, and Fu Le could hardly bear the heat.
Seeing fruit shops and small restaurants on both sides of the road, Fu Le felt like he was strolling through the streets of a Southeast Asian country. Finally, he had entered the city, and Fu Le slowed down.
Looking at the things sold in the shop, she knew that she had nothing to stock up on this time; she didn't like them at all.
However, durian is a good thing, but it's not available in most parts of China now. Mangosteen is also fine.
How about we take some?
She's going to stay here for six months. How will she pass the time?
Fu Le strolled around until he found an empty alley, parked his motorcycle, and then began wandering the city streets, inquiring about the prices of various supplies.
She has so many supplies, she might as well open a shop and sell them.
Tobacco diplomacy works everywhere. With the help of the fruit shop owner, Fu Le quickly found a small 10-square-meter room at the end of the street. Although it was small, it was enough to sell some groceries. Even so, it cost her 1,500 yuan a month, and she paid for six months in one lump sum.
The only downside is that there are no toilets, so you have to use public toilets.
The fruit shop owner was very kind; he helped her move some old wooden planks and a few worn-out chairs, which, together with the existing rectangular table in the shop, would be enough.
Fu Le gratefully gave the shopkeeper another pack of cigarettes, which he happily took and left. Before leaving, he told her to let him know if she needed anything, as he would be happy to help.
And so, the little general store quietly opened for business.
Fu Le prepared a little of everything: socks, slippers, face masks, vests, trousers, rain boots, and even family planning supplies—everything imaginable was on the board.
Write down the price you found out on a sign and put it on the pile of supplies. It's five yuan cheaper than other stores. Maybe it's just a five-cent difference in China, but don't underestimate those five cents. It can make a big difference in many people's choices.
Fu Le ate and slept at the shop. Everyone usually closed at seven o'clock, and she was no exception. After closing the shop, she would put out sofas and soft beds.
After a week of selling, Fu Le's business was unexpectedly good. She was able to sell more than 5,000 pieces of goods every day. She also thoroughly understood the fruit wholesale points on this street and found the location.
To speed up the sales process, Fu Le planned to open his shop only in the mornings starting from the second week, and then drive his van around to each village in the afternoons to sell his goods.
As it turned out, her decision was right. In less than a week, her income doubled to 100,000 and was still growing rapidly.
It was during this time of selling goods that she learned the era she lived in: 1973 in a Southeast Asian country. No wonder things were so cheap, while some daily necessities were inexplicably expensive.
For example, a durian weighing less than 10 jin costs 10 yuan per jin (equivalent to 2 fen in China), and more than 10 jin costs 12 yuan per jin, with no upper limit; mangosteen costs 1 yuan per jin, more than 1,000 jin costs 1 yuan for 2 jin, and more than 10,000 jin costs 1 yuan for 3 jin.
This is really cheap, but the yield is also really huge. The fruit vendor said that even though they sell it very cheaply, they still waste tens of millions of tons of fruit every year because they can't eat it all and can't sell it.
On this day, Fu Le was sitting alone in the shop eating durian when the little prince was driven away by the smell. Before leaving, he asked for a large bucket of spirit fruit to comfort his injured sense of smell.
A person came to the store entrance, but she didn't even look up. She simply said, "Feel free to look around. The prices are on the cardboard."
"Hey, I want to buy your jerky." The woman's voice was delicate, but it still managed to make Fu Le furious.
Damn it!! Is this never going to end?! How did they find us?!
Looking up, she saw Samaya standing in the doorway with another girl. Samaya glared at her resentfully. "I brought money with me today!" What's with the glare? So intimidating!
“I want ten jin.” As soon as Samaya finished speaking, the woman next to her picked up a large bag and placed it on the pile of socks. “This is two hundred thousand, it’s all here.”
Fu Le: ...
She thought Samaya had come seeking revenge, but this was the unexpected outcome, leaving her speechless. She picked up the bag and started counting the money, while offering Samaya a chair with a backrest so she could sit down and wait.
Samaya watched the woman expertly count the money, her lips twitching, her eyes darkening. How could anyone love money so much?! She even carried hand grenades with her!
What does this woman do for a living?
While Samaya was lost in thought, Fu Le finished counting the money and confirmed its authenticity. She took out an electronic scale, then turned around and pretended to take meat from the bucket. "This is an electronic scale I bought from a developed country. Watch me put it in. It's a cash-on-delivery transaction. Make sure you're sure before you leave."
"Okay." Fu Le packed ten catties of dried meat into a cloth bag, weighed it, and placed it on the board.
I thought the girl would immediately take it and leave, but instead she asked, "How much is this electronic scale?"
Fu Le: ...
After regaining her senses, Fu Le said irritably, "No, I have something else, silk cloth, I have some, do you want it?"
Samaya was initially a little unhappy about being rejected, but Fu Le's words made her eyes light up the next second: "Is it cloth spun from silkworm silk?"
Wow, you know your stuff!
"Wait." Fu Le turned around again, pretending to pull out a piece of flawed silk cloth from under the wooden board behind him. In fact, the so-called flaw was just that some of the patterns were a little distorted. It was not noticeable at all unless you looked very closely. It was really nothing.
"Here, 240,000 for one. You can buy it if you want. It's ten meters long and ten meters wide. You can't wash it with soap powder. You can only soak it in water. You can't expose it to the sun. You have to air dry it in the shade."
Samaya stared wide-eyed at the silvery-white silk cloth in the woman's arms. It shimmered with a silvery luster, as beautiful as the moonlight, so beautiful that one couldn't take their eyes off it.
"I want it!! I'll trade you gold, okay?!" Samaya's voice was shrill with excitement! She couldn't imagine how eye-catching she would be with such beautiful fabric made into a mask and dress!!
What daughter doesn't love to look pretty!
At this moment, Fu Le was amused by Samaya's attitude, and his tone softened considerably. "That's fine too, a hundred catties of gold, gemstones, and jade are all acceptable."
The maid's eyes nearly popped out of her head as she listened, and she quietly tugged at Samaya's veil. A hundred pounds of gold for a bolt of cloth? This merchant must be insane! This is gold, not some cheap gemstone, and he's even selling it by weight!
Although she admitted the silk fabric was beautiful, she thought, "It's just for making a few outfits, why is it so expensive?!"
"Wait for me, I'll go back and get it right away. Thrips, let's go."
Thrips hurriedly followed Samaya, carrying the dried meat.
Fu Le, glared at by the thrips a few times, touched her earlobe. For the first time, she wondered if she had asked for too much. But, in these kinds of transactions, it's always a matter of mutual consent, right? At worst, she could just give the girl two pairs of pretty high heels, oh, and some lingerie, a sexy tulle dress, and so on... ahem...
Fu Le, who was originally planning to go out in the afternoon, did not close his shop because of Samaya's appearance. So he continued to sell goods and added some new daily necessities, such as laundry detergent and soap.
Two hours later, Fu Le did not see Samaya, but he did see Salqi.
Fu Le: ...
She knew it.
"Let me see your cloth." This time, Salki was relatively polite and didn't immediately order the patrol to collect taxes.
Fu Le didn't want to pay attention to him, but thinking that if he fought with the other party again, he would have to run away again, which would be too much trouble, so he turned around and went to get the cloth.
When Salki saw the silk fabric that Samaya had been longing for, he was also stunned by its luster. He had never seen such a fabric before; it was truly beautiful. This kind of fabric was something that would be presentable even to their leader.
Squinting, Salki's heart trembled wildly.
"This kind of fabric won't attract dust, and even sweat stains will slide off. It's just that after wearing it for a long time, it will develop a slight odor. You can throw it in water and rub it to remove the smell," Fu Le said casually.
"It has this kind of performance?" Sachir was shocked.
"I'll show you." After saying that, Fu Le grabbed the mangosteen shell from the side and wiped it on the cloth. He did it so fast that Sachir didn't even have time to stop him.
Then he saw the bold woman in front of him wipe the purple liquid off the cloth with her white socks. The socks were stained with purple, while the silver silk cloth was completely unstained.
At that moment, Sachir was stunned. After a long while, he said, "How much do you have left? I'll trade with you, in gold or jade, okay? Weapons are also acceptable."
Fu Le: !!!
Do you want to listen to what you're saying?
"I can trade you a thousand bolts of horse-drawn carriage. I want your top-grade jadeite, as well as gemstones and high-grade jade. Gold is unnecessary; it's worthless to me. Hmm, weapons are fine too." She had too much gold; exchanging it for silkworm-beast cloth wasn't worthwhile, so she simply wanted gemstones and jadeite.
When Sachir heard Fu Le say he could give a thousand bolts, his breathing quickened. This kind of rare silk cloth was far more useful as a gift than jade or gemstones. It was a cloth that wouldn't get dirty, and its usefulness was simply amazing.
“Our town has jade and gemstone mines, jade mines. If you need these, we have no problem with them.” Although these things can earn foreign exchange, it’s not much. Many other countries don’t recognize them, so to them, they’re not much different from stones. Exchanging these cheap things for this kind of high-grade cloth is a great deal.
If Fu Le knew what Sachir was thinking at that moment, he would probably pinch himself in the philtrum.
However, these things are not very valuable at this stage. After all, many places are struggling to even have enough to eat, so who would buy these ores as treasures?
Even in China today, gold is so cheap that it can only be exchanged for a little food. Not to mention other countries, where not having enough to eat is the norm.
Ten minutes later, Fu Le got into Salqi's car, a very old-fashioned Sanqi.
“My father handed over the ore business to me, so I’ll take you directly to the warehouse now. We have more than twenty warehouses.”
Fu Le: ...
Isn't this a classic case of "comparison is the thief of joy"? Are you sure he's just the mayor's son?
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