37: Chapter 37 Income over a few days
"Money in one hand, goods in the other." Zhao Jian looked her over.
T-shirt, hot pants, and a small crossbody bag.
He didn't see the pendant.
It should be in the bag.
"Didn't you say you were afraid I'd starve and wanted to give me meal money? Transfer it."
As she spoke, she stretched out her hand.
Zhao Jian slapped her hand away.
"I said I was looking for an excuse. Now that the excuse is gone, what money is there to transfer?"
Zhang Xinxin rolled her eyes and reluctantly fished a red-stringed pendant out of her small bag.
"Here, this is it. Big Brother, give me an extra hundred, the child is hungry."
Ugh...
Zhao Jian shuddered at the sound of it.
His hand slipped, and he ended up transferring an extra hundred when he sent the money.
Hearing the notification chime for the 500 yuan arrival, Zhang Xinxin blew him a kiss in the air.
Taking advantage of the gap while Zhao Jian took the pendant to inspect it,
She pushed her bike a few steps away,
Hopped on,
"Thanks, Stinky Old Man, love ya!"
"What did you call me?"
Zhao Jian spun around abruptly.
"Stinky Old Man, bleh!" Zhang Xinxin sped off on the shared bike.
The ancient coin was in hand. It just so happened that the Antique Street wasn't far from the library.
The taxi ride was quick.
Zhao Jian found the antique shop where he had sold the silver coin last time.
The Shop Owner still remembered him. He walked out from behind the counter, nodded, and asked, "Little Brother, what good items do you have this time?"
He had made sixty thousand yuan in profit just by flipping that silver dollar.
Seeing Zhao Jian again, even his perennially stern face squeezed out a bit of a smile.
"I have a copper coin. Take a look for me."
The Shop Owner carefully removed the red string from the pendant, revealing the Kangxi Currency inside.
He scrutinized it closely.
The more he looked, the more delighted he became.
An authentic piece, and in excellent condition!
"It's genuine. If you're willing to part with it, I can offer 170,000!"
The Shop Owner couldn't bear to put it down.
He was very excited.
Because his father was a collector.
It was under his father's influence that he gained enough experience and knowledge to open this shop.
His father's collection was vast and varied, but it lacked a Kangxi Currency in top-tier condition.
With his father's birthday approaching, acquiring this ancient coin felt like divine assistance.
"Deal," Zhao Jian was also happy.
It was ten thousand more than the system's estimated value.
Now he didn't have to worry about running out of money.
While Zhao Jian was making the transaction, acquaintances arrived at his Vegetable Market.
Wang Peng and his uncle, Zhang Kaishan.
As soon as they arrived, they started shouting loudly:
"Where's Zhao Jian? Is the money ready? I've brought the contract!"
A vegetable vendor hurried to inform Aunt Liu.
"What's all the shouting for? Our boss isn't here." Aunt Liu already knew that Wang Peng was one of the masterminds behind the trouble at the market.
She didn't give him a friendly look.
Seeing Aunt Liu, Wang Peng spat disdainfully.
He looked down on these low-level workers, feeling that only urban white-collar workers sitting in offices were barely qualified to communicate with him normally.
In his eyes, Aunt Liu was just manual labor.
"Spitting in public, that's a 5-yuan fine." Aunt Liu casually wrote out a fine slip.
Of course, the Vegetable Market had no such rule, and she had no authority to issue fines.
But the lack of authority didn't stop her from scaring Wang Peng.
"Five yuan? Hmph, ptooey, ptooey, ptooey!" Wang Peng spat nine times in a row, only stopping when he started to feel nauseous.
He then pulled out fifty yuan and threw it at Aunt Liu, saying:
"I have plenty of money!"
"The first spit is five, the second is fifty, and after that, we add a zero for each one." Aunt Liu didn't pick up the money.
Although her family wasn't wealthy, they weren't so poor that they would take any handout.
This money was an insult to her. She didn't want it.
Hearing the fine rules, Wang Peng was enraged.
Nine zeros... 500 million?
Even if he called his grandfather over, they couldn't produce that much cash.
"Go, go, go! Stop playing word games with me. Call Zhao Jian quickly and tell him to stop being a shrinking turtle!"
He had Zhao Jian's number.
But he wouldn't call.
Aunt Liu knew about the bet between Zhao Jian and Wang Peng, and guessed that Zhao Jian must be scrambling for money right now.
Calling him would only be a distraction.
She wouldn't call either.
Wang Peng's intention was to pressure Zhao Jian to come to the market to fulfill the agreement as soon as possible, to prevent him from actually borrowing the money.
Yet he didn't want to make the call himself.
He wanted to avoid giving Zhao Jian an excuse to say he was being rushed and didn't have time to borrow the money!
Since Aunt Liu wasn't cooperating, he deliberately shouted loudly:
"Zhao Jian! We agreed to sign the contract this afternoon. Where are you? Don't tell me you're afraid to show your face!"
"I told you the boss isn't here. No shouting in public places." Aunt Liu tried to stop him.
But Wang Peng wouldn't listen.
Just as he was about to shout again to ruin Zhao Jian's reputation, Zhao Jian arrived.
"So eager to sell off the family assets? Is your Wang family out of money for food?" Zhao Jian's voice was steady,
But it carried far.
The nearby vendors, who had long disliked Wang Peng, heard Zhao Jian's sarcasm and joined in with loud laughter.
"You actually dare to show up?" The moment he saw Zhao Jian, Wang Peng's heart skipped a beat.
He forced himself to stay calm.
Hearing this, the corners of Zhao Jian's mouth curled slightly, and he said calmly:
"We agreed to the acquisition of the Chengnan Wholesale Market today. Why wouldn't I dare to come?"
"On the contrary, your courage is commendable."
He looked pointedly at the Middle-aged Man beside Wang Peng.
The man looked ordinary and wasn't very tall, only reaching Zhao Jian's shoulder,
But he had a pair of sharp eyes.
This person did not look like someone on the right side of the law.
Wang Peng sneered.
Hearing Zhao Jian still dare to mention the acquisition, he found it laughable.
In his view, Zhao Jian, who had bought the Vegetable Market on a loan, couldn't possibly borrow any more money.
Besides, the asking price for the Chengnan Wholesale Market was 500,000 yuan!
How could a poor kid who just graduated four months ago possibly produce that!
"Hahaha, Zhao Jian, stop acting. Where would you get the money? I've already looked into it; you haven't even found a job to this day."
"How about this, for the sake of us being classmates: shout 'Brother Peng, I was wrong' three times, and I'll leave immediately without making things difficult for you. How's that?"
He was already fantasizing about the scene of Zhao Jian admitting his mistake and being severely humiliated by him.
"Let's trade. Did you bring the contract?" Zhao Jian bypassed Wang Peng and asked the Middle-aged Man for the contract.
Wang Peng didn't snap out of it for a moment and asked in surprise, "What?"
The Middle-aged Man's face was as still as water; he didn't speak. He simply took two copies of the contract out of his briefcase.
He handed them to Zhao Jian.
Zhao Jian took them.
He saw clearly that the terms were standard for a transaction contract.
Zhao Jian signed decisively and pressed his thumbprint.
Then he handed the contracts back to the other party:
"Let's go. Once the property rights are transferred, the money will be transferred to you."
Wang Peng looked at the signed contract in shock and asked in bewilderment, "Zhao Jian, do you know that breaking the contract means paying 10% of the transaction amount? Are you wasting 50,000 yuan just for the sake of your pride?"
"Who said I'm breaking the contract?"
Zhao Jian took out his phone and opened the banking app, showing a balance of 610,000 yuan!
"Wang Peng, to you, five hundred thousand is a huge sum of money."
"But to me, this is just a few days' income."
"That's all."
After saying that, he turned and walked away.
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