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Back in the classroom, Xiao Qi's eyes were red, Qiao Qiao's face was full of sorrow, and Gu Tong'an, leaning out weakly, asked, "Why did Teacher He want to see you?"

"We won't let Xiaoqi sell kimchi anymore," Qiaoqiao said sadly.

"Oh no, we just got started and now they're stopping us from selling? What are we going to do with all this kimchi?"

Gu Tong'an pulled on her ribs while speaking too forcefully, and winced in pain.

"I never thought someone would report someone for selling kimchi. That's so unethical."

"Who reported this?"

"Who knows? Every department has its own kimchi; maybe it's from another department."

"One bottle costs 15 cents. If Xiao Qi hadn't gone to pick vegetables, we wouldn't have made any money at all. Earning a little hard-earned money is supposed to be a win-win situation, but this is really unethical. What should we do now?" Gu Tong'an also started to worry.

"At worst, I'll have my third brother knock on doors and sell them one by one. There's always a way out," Xiao Qi said fiercely.

How many bottles could you sell if you went door-to-door?

Nowadays, with the history department and other departments acting as agents, dozens of bottles can be sold every day.

Even if you knock on doors all day, you might not be able to sell this many.

Carrying hundreds of bottles of kimchi and knocking on doors one by one is quite a physically demanding task.

"I'll ask Yao Xing to see if the workers at their disinfection plant can get some."

"One bottle can last for several days. Their disinfection factory only has twenty or thirty people. How many can they sell? This isn't a long-term solution. We need to think of other ways."

Yes, only schools have the largest student population. Students don't have much money to begin with, so to save money, they can eat a bottle of kimchi for two days, costing only a few cents a day.

The three of them hadn't come up with a good solution when class started.

Qiaoqiao had no interest in listening to the lesson and was staring blankly at the osmanthus tree outside.

The osmanthus flowers smell so good! Is it late autumn?

Wouldn't it taste even better if some osmanthus flowers were added to the kimchi?

Why add osmanthus? Where will Xiaoqi's family sell their ten jars of pickled vegetables?

Kimchi is best eaten within three days and consumed within one or two days. If left for too long, it will lose its crispness, become too sour, and taste unpleasant.

Xiaoqi's family opens three jars of kimchi a day, and ten jars are sold out within three days. If there is no market for them, it means the kimchi will spoil.

After finally getting through get out of class, the three of them whispered among themselves and decided to send some to Yaoxing Disinfection Factory for resale first, and then figure out what to do with the rest.

"Are you worried about the sales of kimchi?" Wang Min, who hadn't hung out with us in a long time, came over and asked enthusiastically.

"What?" Qiaoqiao asked, puzzled.

"I know your kimchi isn't selling well, but I have a way to help you," Wang Min said with a proud smile.

"What can you do?" Qiaoqiao temporarily put aside her past grievances.

"My husband works in the cafeteria; I can have it sold there on consignment."

This is a good idea! Students who like kimchi can buy it at the cafeteria.

"Are you really willing to help Xiaoqi?" Qiaoqiao couldn't believe that Wang Min was so kind.

"Of course, kimchi has a short shelf life, it'll spoil if we don't sell it."

"Then, how do I sell them on consignment?"

"Give me five cents a bottle, I'll take as many as you want," Wang Min said shamelessly.

"Five cents? A jar of kimchi costs more than five cents, and we also need sugar, soy sauce, salt, vinegar... Aren't you asking for too little?"

Xiaoqi asked noncommittally.

"It's five points. Whether it's broken or you can resell it for me, it's your choice."

Wang Min seemed smug, as if she was certain that Xiao Qi would be sold to her.

"I understand now, Wang Min. So it was you who reported it. You were jealous that Xiao Qi earned a little money through hard work. Isn't that despicable?" Qiaoqiao suddenly realized.

"Yang Qiao, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want. What evidence do you have to prove that I reported you?"

"Teacher He talked to us this morning. You came to buy kimchi right after class. Who else could it be but you?"

"You, you... never mind who reported me. I'm buying your kimchi for your own good."

Wang Min puffed out her chest, speaking with righteous indignation.

"Wang Min, let me tell you, even if we throw away our kimchi and give it to our classmates, we won't sell it to you. Five cents a bottle? Bah! You're dreaming!" Qiaoqiao was furious.

"It's not your kimchi, Xiaoqi, are you going to sell it or not?" Wang Min ignored Qiaoqiao and asked Xiaoqi instead.

Xiaoqi didn't hesitate for a moment: "I won't sell. I'd rather go bankrupt than sell. I may be poor, but I'm not poor in spirit like you, unable to bear seeing others do even a little bit well. Trying to make money off my kimchi? Dream on."

Xiaoqi stood firmly by Qiaoqiao's side.

"Fine, fine, if you don't want to sell, then don't. It's your own fault for letting them all rot and break." Wang Min turned and left.

"How could I fight for someone like that? I really want to slap myself a few times."

Qiaoqiao's judgment of people is really bad; Han Dan and Wang Min are both ingrates.

Luckily, Xiaoqi is grateful, otherwise she would have been furious.

"A college student, and he has no manners at all, doing nothing but filthy things," Xiao Qi cursed angrily.

"Wang Min gave me an idea. We can send it to the canteen. Xiao Qi, don't worry, I'll go find Wen Hui and ask him to contact the machinery factory. Their factory is big and has a lot of people eating there. We can send the kimchi to their canteen for one cent a bottle." Qiao Qiao's eyes lit up.

"Is it really possible?"

"If their factory workers also like to eat it, sales will definitely be huge. Every cloud has a silver lining; perhaps we can open up a larger market." Qiaoqiao's worries vanished, and her spirits lifted.

Qiaoqiao couldn't wait any longer and immediately went to the school office's public phone. Xiaoqi followed her. Gu Tong'an had chest pains when walking and waited for news in the classroom.

"Wenhui, it's me. I need to talk to you." Qiaoqiao said urgently as the call connected.

"Oh, Qiaoqiao, did you win or lose?"

"What did you say? I didn't fight."

"Not a fight? Okay, okay, you scared me to death."

"No, when I call you, does it mean the only thing we can do is fight?" Qiaoqiao asked curiously.

"I'm sorry, Qiaoqiao, you come home every day. I thought we could talk about other things at home," Zhou Wenhui quickly apologized.

"What happened today is more serious than a fight."

"Oh, what happened? Did you get expelled from school?"

"Why do you always think the worst?" Qiaoqiao was very dissatisfied.

Zhou Wenhui was silent for a few seconds, then mustered his courage and said, "Go ahead and say it. I can accept anything."

"It's Xiaoqi's kimchi. Someone reported it, and they're not allowed to sell it at school anymore. But her family still has ten jars of kimchi. I want you to ask the machine factory if they need kimchi."

Qiaoqiao finished speaking in one breath, so as not to frighten Zhou Wenhui into having a heart attack.

"That's all?"

"Yes, it's extremely urgent. If the kimchi we opened isn't sold within three days, it will all spoil."

"I'll go to the cafeteria right now and ask how much they serve each day."

"A large jar weighs over twenty pounds, and at one cent per pound, it's less than three dollars. Three jars would be about ten dollars," Qiaoqiao roughly calculated.

"Isn't it supposed to be 15 cents a bottle? And a bottle must weigh about a pound, right?"

"If the cafeteria needs a lot, we can give you a wholesale price."

"Here's what we'll do: have her deliver three jars to the newspaper's canteen tomorrow. Let's see how it goes. If it doesn't sell well at the canteen, I'll contact Director Tang."

"That simple?"

"It's just a few jars of kimchi, is that all your husband can do?"

"Okay, I'll have Xiaoqi's third brother, Xiaoliu, come to the newspaper office to find you tomorrow."

"Alright, it's time for class now, right? Go to class."

"Okay, Wenhui, thank you."

After hanging up the phone, Qiaoqiao hugged Xiaoqi tightly: "Did you hear that? As long as the kimchi is delicious, having more is not a problem."

Xiaoqi's eyes reddened: "Qiaoqiao, thank you."

"What are you thanking me for? We can't let Wang Min laugh at us. She actually reported us for money, what a despicable person!"