Chapter 186
Fu Le thought the warehouse was storing raw stones. She was still thinking about how to receive these replacements when she found herself standing in a factory full of jadeite. The space, more than an acre in size, was piled with countless pieces of jadeite—white, green, red, purple… The workers had even carefully sorted them by color, dazzling Fu Le’s eyes. Without exception, they had all been cut open.
Seeing those top-quality jadeite pieces scattered all over the ground like junk, Fu Le felt as if his heart was being squeezed tightly by a hand.
whoosh whoosh whoosh...
If this happened in modern times, it would be worth hundreds of billions, right?!
Although she was already rich, she would still instinctively want treasure when she saw it.
“Miss Fu, how about I give you all of these in exchange for five hundred horses? This batch is all of top quality, without any flaws. I didn’t even take you to see the others that were of lower quality.” Sachier’s voice rang out from the side. He had been a little uneasy since Fu Le walked in without saying a word, thinking that she was not satisfied. So, he had originally intended to exchange the whole thing for half of the horses, but he had automatically cut them in half.
Upon hearing this, Fu Le quietly took a deep breath. "Don't you have more than twenty warehouses? Take me to see them."
Sachir did not refuse. The colors of jade are not particularly rich; the colors of gemstones are much richer, dazzling and dizzying to look at.
Jade, on the other hand, is much simpler. Its colors are mostly white, colorless and transparent, light green, dark green, and blackish green, with most of them related to green.
Fu Le didn't understand the distinction between good and bad, but he could tell the difference between good and bad within a group. In short, anything without flaws was good.
Finally, Fu Le exchanged the keys to two warehouses, one for top-grade jadeite and the other for top-grade gemstones.
"I'll drive over at 7 p.m. to deliver the fabric."
"Deal, beautiful Miss Fu."
Neither side felt they had gained an advantage, and the collaboration was, in a way, perfect.
7 PM.
When Fu Le arrived at the warehouse in his van, Sachir was already there. There was a truck and four armed men at the warehouse entrance.
Fu Le remained unfazed by the familiar tactics.
Even if they suddenly turn against her, the Little Prince is no pushover, and besides, she's wearing a black feathered outfit.
“Miss Fu,” Sachir greeted her with a smile.
Fu Le nodded, jumped out of the car, walked to the back of the car, opened the door, and the dim yellow light inside shone on the fabric, making the faint fluorescence even more obvious.
Sachir and his subordinates all stared blankly at the unreal beauty of the fabrics.
"I have two more dresses here, as well as some personal items for women. Could you please pass them on to your sister, Samaya?" Fu Le pulled out a stylish suitcase, its 30-inch size completely crammed full. Inside were high-end cosmetics, beautiful high heels, and a dozen or so scarves in colors that suited her, among other things...
“On behalf of Samaya, I thank you, beautiful Miss Fu.” Sachir was delighted with Fu Le’s gift.
"This box is for you, sir. A man should have a few smart suits and nice leather shoes, oh, and two mechanical watches that would suit you."
These two siblings are so generous; she would feel bad if she didn't give them something.
Sachir was overjoyed to receive a gift, his teeth practically bulging with delight. He knew about suits—the kind of clothes worn by gentlemen in Country Y—and he actually had one?! A mechanical watch too?! Good heavens!! What a wonderful day!
"Thank you, beautiful Miss Fu."
"Happy transaction, sir."
Fu Le watched them leave before entering the warehouse. She immediately noticed that the special locations she had memorized remained unchanged, and she breathed a sigh of relief. Don't blame her for having ulterior motives; in business, one has to be careful.
Fu Le breathed a sigh of relief after storing all the jade and gemstones from the two warehouses into the ring; he had finally gotten his hands on them.
As Fu Le left, he indeed saw several dark figures watching in the rearview mirror.
With a smile playing on her lips, it's time for a change of scenery.
Three days later, Fu Le appeared at what was said to be the largest wholesale market.
These past few days, she's been selling goods as she goes, and sales have been pretty good. However, only a small portion of the goods have been delivered; most of what's in the warehouse is useless—the kind of stuff that she wouldn't be able to sell even if she took it back.
She spent a day wandering around the wholesale market, asking about the wholesale price of everything she had. The price was only one-fifth of what she sold it for, meaning she made an 80% profit.
Yes, the profit margin is quite high.
After asking around and finding out which places were remote and difficult to shop in, I headed towards my destination.
Arian, a very remote but most populous slum with about 300,000 inhabitants, is known for its filth and disorder. Many vendors are unwilling to go there. Of course, there are small shops, but the variety of goods is very limited. Moreover, the people here are generally very lazy, so lack of food and clothing is the norm. Many people go out to work for a month and then take a month off. The lazy local authorities have given up on them.
The fruit farmer who told Fu Le about the slum was very detailed, even drawing a picture of its location. Fu Le gave him ten pairs of socks, and the farmer happily returned the favor with a watermelon.
Since there was a shortage of supplies, she didn't need to make any profit from it, so she just sold it at half the previous price.
As we got closer to our destination, the terrain deteriorated, from smooth to uneven, until walking on it felt like our tires were limping.
Fu Le looked disdainfully at the garbage on both sides of the road and the flies swarming around it. Damn it!!
No wonder the vendors are reluctant to come.
Soon, a number of people appeared on the road, mostly men, who squatted together in groups of three or five, staring intently at her car. Some stood far away, and some even jogged over to surround her.
Fu Le simply pulled out a megaphone and started selling his wares.
The men weren't too surprised to hear that she was there to sell goods. They chuckled and stared at her. Some of them, upon realizing she was a woman, even tried to climb onto the car.
So, Fu Le extended his emotional calming device—the machine gun barrel.
The men were startled, their smiles froze, and they quickly retreated, making room for the car to pass.
After driving for a long time, we finally saw rows of haphazardly built shacks. Groups of dark, dirty residents looked over, and upon hearing the loudspeaker, a woman appeared carrying a child.
Finally, they saw the woman. Fu Le changed the recording on the loudspeaker and started hawking the types and prices of goods. The woman also jumped out of the car.
Seeing that it was a female merchant, the women were surprised and became bolder. They surrounded her and began to ask where the goods were.
Fu Le smiled and agreed, then walked to the back, opened the door of the cargo van, and the supplies piled up inside came into view.
Finally, the woman at the front asked for a bag of salt, and then, it was unstoppable; a group of women surrounded her.
Fu Le skillfully handled the distribution of goods and collection of money for everyone, without making a single mistake.
To her surprise, underwear was consumed the fastest; almost one in two women needed two or three sets, and they didn't mind men's underwear either. Then came socks and slippers. Because this place is near the equator, the temperature is high for most of the seasons, and people go out either barefoot or in slippers. Winter is very short.
A white powder is the staple food of this country. When cooked, it becomes a paste. It is consumed in large quantities, and almost everyone who comes here takes 100 kilograms of it. Because of the high consumption, it is eaten every day.
Fu Le hadn't expected the purchasing power in the slums to be so strong. After the women had bought most of their things, it was the men's turn. They mostly wanted cigarettes and alcohol, and for other food, clothing, and daily necessities, the women in the family would buy some of them, and the men would buy others even if the women in the family didn't come. But once they had their things, they were reluctant to leave and would just stare around the car.
Even though Fu Le was bold, he was still terrified by the stares and understood even more why the girls and women here had to wear masks when they went out; they were no different from the men in Curry Country.
The children were laughing and playing. Seeing that most of the children were there, Fu Le took out a lot of candy, probably to supply the small shop. There was a lot of candy.
So, the little pocket money the children had ended up in Fu Le's hands. She sold it for a very low price, and the children were overjoyed.
And so, Fu Le spent the whole day inside, selling goods, and of course, he never put down the gun in his hand; it was always hanging on his chest.
As night fell, the driver's seat was brightly lit, and the solar-powered lights attracted the attention of the villagers. She sat in meditation in the car, oblivious to the danger. Some audacious thieves tried to get in, but Fu Le chased them away several times. One of them simply sat on the roof of the car.
After several shots were fired, Fu Le was finally intimidated enough to continue resting with his eyes closed, while the little prince squatted to the side to keep watch, looking disgusted.
Before dawn the next day, Fu Le continued his journey to the next village.
And so, Fu Le went all the way to the end, spending a month until he finally cleared out all the goods he had collected from the warehouse.
During this time, there were those who wanted to commit crimes, but she pulled out her grenade and deterred them.
Holding over 20 million yuan in banknotes, Fu Le set off on her way back to the city. Unlike when she came, she was incredibly fast. People who had seen her before tried to stop her car to buy her things, but since she had nothing left, they had to give up.
It took Fu Le a week to get back to the city, and he went straight to the largest fruit wholesale market.
In at most two weeks, all the fruits will be in season. If we don't buy them now, we won't be able to buy them anymore.
"I want five million tons of durian and ten million tons of mangosteen."
Fu Le stared at the fruit wholesaler, mouth agape, speechless for a long time.
The reason she chose this boss named Ka Manyi was because she had inquired around and found out that he was honest, reliable, and didn't cheat people. Although his prices might be a little higher, he didn't rip off the buyers, so the buyers were already getting a good deal. Small shops and wholesalers often end up buying inferior goods.
"Are you sure?" the boss asked Fu Le again to confirm.
"Yes, I will pay the full amount after inspecting the goods and finding no problems. However, I only have cash on hand, is that alright?"
“Of course, no problem.” Ka Manyi’s hands were shaking as she took out her phone to make a call.
If this deal goes through, he can live without working for ten years.
To show his sincerity, Fu Le gave a deposit of 100,000 yuan. Ka Manyi was even happier. His brown eyes showed not only joy but also extreme trust in Fu Le. He was not worried at all that Fu Le would play a trick on him.
After making several phone calls, Ka Manyi seemed to suddenly remember something, went to the store and picked up a large durian weighing about ten kilograms. "Try it. All the durians I sell are this big. They are a little more expensive, but they have a lot of flesh, so it's a good deal."
Fu Le thanked him and opened the durian. Sure enough, the flesh inside was very thick, and when he put it in his mouth, the aroma lingered.
The Little Prince: !!
The monkey leaped three feet high and ran far away.
Fu Le was so satisfied with his meal that he no longer cared about the little monkey.
Seeing that Fu Le liked them, the owner brought over two more. "Eat as much as you like. You can get more from inside when you're done. This bag is mangosteens, all fresh off the tree. All the ones here were just picked recently. This year the rain has been quite plentiful, and they're growing very well..." The owner was now chatting with Fu Le as if they were old friends, discussing everything from the production areas of various fruits to their growth, the weather, the harvest, and how to distinguish good from bad fruit.
Fu Le listened attentively, while the boss spoke with great enthusiasm.
Behind the shop was the warehouse, which contained less than 100,000 jin of goods, including durian and mangosteen. Fu Le asked the little prince to check the quality. The little prince's ability to select fruit was unparalleled; it was innate.
Fu Le sat in the warehouse looking at the goods while the boss went to busy himself with restocking. Taking this opportunity, Fu Le asked the little prince to pick out the ones that were not of good quality. Actually, he was just teasing the little prince, but unexpectedly, the little prince unleashed a new skill.
With a flick of its paw, all the durians on the ground floated up. The bad ones fell off one by one, while the good ones were obediently piled up to the side with a wave of its paw. The same thing happened to the mangosteens.
Fu Le: !!!
What a miracle!! Her little prince truly lives up to his reputation as the second-generation Monkey King!!
When Ka Manyi reappeared, Fu Le had discarded more than 5,000 jin of bad fruit, and bagged and weighed the rest. She then called a large truck to transport the fruit to the warehouse she had already rented.
"Fu, why don't you want these? These fruits are so big, aren't they good?" Ka Manyi pointed to the pile of discarded fruits, puzzled.
"You'll see when you open it."
Kaman Yi: !!!
Could it be that she picked out the bad ones?
Although surprised and unwilling to believe it, when Ka Manyi opened no less than ten durian monkeys, he was already convinced of Fu Le's abilities.
"Fu, you are the most amazing fruit vendor I have ever met!! You are like a god, worthy of worship." Ka Manyi's eyes were already sparkling.
Fu Le smiled slightly, feigning incomprehension.
And so, Fu Le settled down at the wholesale market and stayed for a month. Ka Manyi delivered all the goods, with durians at ten yuan per kilogram and mangosteens at 0.2 yuan per kilogram, which was very reasonable. To show respect to Fu Le, Ka Manyi gave him two extra tons of mangosteens and one extra ton of durians. Although the fruits were a bit small, the quality was excellent.
To ensure a future supply of delicious food, Fu Le selected twenty of the best-quality durian and mangosteen saplings for future use.
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