Era: Rise from the Wilderness

Thinking of this, Li Hongfeng looked at his son with a scrutinizing gaze and secretly decided that when he got home, he would find a reason to interrogate the boy properly. Regardless of whether he was wrong or not, he would give him a good beating first!

This is called prevention is better than cure!

Lu Ruoxi turned her head away, afraid that someone would see her expression.

She laughed heartily. She knew exactly how many people were in her school, and Li Yunjing was really unreliable!

Li Yunjing was completely unaware that his father had already made a mental note of him. He stayed by Zeng Honglin's side, chatting idly and constantly reinforcing the concept that "No. 25 Middle School is a huge school with four thousand teachers and students."

Upon hearing Li Yunjing's words, Zeng Honglin slowed down his movements, a hint of surprise and excitement flashing in his eyes.

He originally thought it was just a small shop in a rural middle school with a limited scale, but he didn't expect there to be so many students there!

This is a gold mine with enormous potential!

"I never imagined your school was so big!"

He couldn't help but exclaim, "That's far more than many high schools in the city!"

"Yes, there are a lot of people at school, but the rent for this small shop is expensive!"

Li Yunjing sighed at the opportune moment, a hint of worry on his face, and said as if unintentionally, "Several thousand a year!"

"The pressure is too much. I don't even know if I can recoup my investment with so many students..."

Zeng Honglin was overjoyed to hear this, secretly laughing at how young and inexperienced the boy was.

A closed consumer group of over four thousand people, operating exclusively—this is practically holding a golden rice bowl and crying poverty!

The Li family is incredibly lucky; they've struck gold!

At the same time, he also realized that if he could develop the Li family into a stable customer base, his stationery sales would definitely take a leap forward!

This family must be taken seriously!

As the inventory of goods came to an end, boxes of sealed stationery were piled up at the warehouse entrance, and Li Yunjing and Zeng Honglin's "casual chat" continued.

The air at the warehouse entrance seemed to freeze for a moment.

The afternoon sun slanted down onto the dusty cement ground, shining brightly and glaringly.

Everyone stopped moving.

Unbeknownst to Zeng Honglin, his perception of the Li family had subtly changed. He had transformed them from ordinary clients whom he initially viewed as "doing it if I can, otherwise forgetting about it," into "potential major clients" whom he needed to carefully maintain relationships with.

After all the goods were counted and sealed, Li Hongfeng drove the Dafa bread truck to the warehouse entrance and opened the trunk and side door.

Warehouse managers Lao Liu and Lao Yu began loading goods onto the truck, trip after trip.

"Boss Li, all the goods are ready. Shall we go to the front office to pay the fees?"

At this moment, Zeng Honglin wiped the sweat from his forehead and said to Li Hongfeng, "I'll give you a formal receipt."

Just as Li Hongfeng was about to take out his money again, Li Yunjing suddenly slapped his thigh and let out an exaggerated exclamation:

"Dad! Something's wrong! Something's wrong!"

His shout startled everyone, and all eyes turned to him.

"Dad! You only have nine hundred yuan left, don't you?"

Li Yunjing looked anxious and frustrated, grabbing her father's arm, her voice trembling with tears: "We don't have enough money! Have you forgotten?"

"You gave Ruoxi and me 100 yuan this morning, and we've almost spent it all; we don't have much left!!"

"What do we do now? We're still seventy-five short!"

Li Hongfeng was taken aback by his son's sudden "performance" and subconsciously wanted to refute: What do you mean there are only nine hundred left?

I clearly brought two thousand with me!

But when he saw his son with his back to Zeng Honglin, desperately winking at him, he instantly understood.

good boy!

Lu Ruoxi was also a little confused, "We all have money in our pockets!"

We even made 179 yuan from selling treasury bonds!

How could it not be enough?

She wanted to speak, but seeing Li Yunjing's winking expression, she swallowed her words.

Does Li Yunjing have other ideas?

Lu Ruoxi couldn't figure it out, but she subconsciously felt that not speaking was the best option right now.

She watched Li Yunjing's performance from the side.

Warehouse manager Lao Liu, carrying a box of grid notebooks, had one foot already on the back footrest of the bread cart. Hearing this, he froze, turned his head, sweat dripping down his dark skin, and looked blank.

Zeng Honglin's smile seemed to be suddenly stretched flat by something, and then he tried to restore it to its original state, but could only squeeze out a slightly strange arc.

His hands, holding the invoice book and pen, froze in mid-air, his fingers unconsciously rubbing the rough pages.

"Sigh! Dad, Ruoxi and I shouldn't have spent that 100 yuan on games!"

Li Yunjing's voice was shrill and urgent, carrying the unpolished, "sincere" sob unique to young people, sounding exceptionally clear at the quiet warehouse entrance, "We don't have enough money! What are we going to do? We're still short seventy-five!"

As he spoke, he slapped his thigh hard with his free hand, making a "slap slap" sound. The action was exaggerated, yet it conveyed a childlike sense of helplessness due to "getting into trouble."

Li Hongfeng's mind went blank for a moment.

Now he understands!

This is a last-minute price reduction!

This kid's story is so well-made!

But he immediately saw his son, with his back to Zeng Honglin and Lao Liu, desperately trying to wink at him.

There wasn't a trace of panic in his eyes, only cunning and urging.

good boy!

The goods are all loaded onto the truck, and the door can't even be closed properly. Is this the time to start performing this show?

How will Zeng Honglin choose?

Should we do this deal or not?

Should we unload the goods from the vehicle?

"Oh dear! Look at my memory!"

With his mind preoccupied, Li Hongfeng reacted with lightning speed.

The astonishment on his face quickly faded, replaced by a complex expression that mixed "sudden realization," "deep regret," and "helplessness." He then slapped his forehead hard, making a louder "smack!" than Li Yunjing.

He released his hand from the inner bag, then rubbed his rough cheeks, his brows furrowed, his voice full of annoyance and self-reproach: "I was so busy looking at the goods and negotiating prices that I completely forgot about this!"

"What...what should we do?"

"Manager Zeng, I'm so sorry, look at the mess this has made..."

He turned to Zeng Honglin, his face almost overflowing with embarrassment and apology, perfectly embodying the image of a small business owner whose plans had been disrupted by an "accident," leaving him feeling awkward and helpless.

"Uncle Zeng, look..."

Li Yunjing chimed in at the opportune moment, his little face filled with "extreme apology" and "helplessness." He released his father's arm, took a half step forward, looked up at Zeng Honglin, and lowered his voice, with a hint of pleading, "We didn't bring enough money, we're just short seventy-five... How about... how about we unload the goods first? And then we can haul them again next time we come with enough money?"