Forced to marry a disabled man in the countryside? I'll repay you tenfold!

In this day and age, my new home in Bincheng has only just had its power lines installed and a refrigerator and television purchased. Let alone rural areas, even in ordinary county towns, very few households have access to a stable power supply.

"Who cares? If we need anything, we'll just ask the organization. If we need anything, we'll just go out and freeload and then steal it back. Wouldn't it be great if every household could have a phone next year?"

If we speed things up a bit, we can try to make wireless mobile phones available in two years, which will ultimately benefit her.

"My God, I can't believe that in 1980, the whole country had telephones and mobile phones..." Was she trying to single-handedly advance all of China's technology by decades?

I don't want to think about it anymore, I'll just take it one step at a time.

By the time she came to her senses, Liu Changhe and Ma Guoliang had already called on people to start registering and counting the supplies.

Food, clothing, and pizzas were piled up like small mountains. Some people were responsible for weighing them, some for registering them, and some were carrying flashlights as they moved back and forth between the warehouses.

Everyone was amazed when they saw the fine rice and flour donated by Su Wanqing. Could there really be such fragrant and fine white rice and flour in the world? The rice grains were plump and translucent, the flour was snow-white and delicate, and even the air was filled with the fragrance of grains.

Little Arendt, who had been only paying attention to the pizza, also came over when he saw the neatly stacked rice and noodle packages. Someone opened a bag for him to see, and he grabbed a small handful of rice, shone a flashlight on it, and couldn't bear to put it back.

Little Arendt grabbed a handful of rice, examined it closely in the flashlight, and exclaimed in amazement:

"Oh my God, I have never seen such convenient, such high-quality, such perfect white rice and white flour!"

Dear Ms. Su, the quality of this batch of goods is truly astonishing. You know, where we're located, our packaging is still limited to ordinary paper bags, which tend to clump and mold in damp weather. But your bags are so sturdy and smooth, completely waterproof and moisture-proof, and open with a gentle pull—the seal is incredible. This is simply… packaging from another era!

"As for the quality of this rice and flour, I dare say that even the most prestigious private clubs in America cannot produce it. The rice grains are like tiny pearls, and the flour is as fine as baby powder."

If this kind of stuff were shipped back to the US, not only ordinary families but even wealthy households would treat it like a treasure and fight over it. Ms. Su, I'd like to buy more to take back with me. To be honest, our Arend family owns high-end hotels, restaurants, and private clubs in California and New York. Recently, food prices in the US have been unstable, and there's a severe shortage of high-end ingredients.

If we can get this batch of rice and flour back, some will supply our own restaurant, some will be used to maintain relationships with the upper class, and the rest can be placed on boutique shelves and sold for exorbitant prices. I need a large quantity, at least a thousand tons.”

As he spoke, little Arend glanced back at the endless warehouse behind him.

He had already calculated it all: such top-quality grain was hard currency in the United States, difficult to buy even with money. Right now, the US was experiencing a food shortage; whoever controlled this quality of rice and flour could roam freely among the wealthy. He could easily consume three thousand tons, let alone a thousand.

Su Wanqing, of course, did not refuse.

We gave away those pizzas and prepared foods before, just to make friends.

But refined rice and flour are different. She still has millions of tons of them in her space, which she originally planned to save for the next major disaster to donate, or to find a way to exchange them for gold.

Since little Arendt wanted to buy it, she was naturally happy to go along with it:

"Mr. Arendt, our friendship has something to offer as a gift. But this batch of fine rice and flour is truly excellent. Here's the deal: one dollar and two cents a pound for the rice, and one dollar and fifty cents a pound for the flour. A bag contains fifty pounds, so the rice is fifty-one dollars and the flour is seventy-five dollars. As much as you want, I'll give you as much as you like."

"What? One yuan and fifty cents per pound? This whole bag costs seventy-five yuan?" Deputy Commander Zhang's jaw nearly dropped, his eyes wide with disbelief.

"Good heavens! With our ration coupons, we can buy high-gluten flour for only 25 cents a pound! This pound is equivalent to six pounds of flour! This bag is enough for us to buy 300 pounds of state-priced flour!"

Ma Guoliang frantically started calculating on the abacus in his mind, his hands trembling more and more with each calculation:

"Comrade Su donated 100,000 tons of grain to us... If it's more than one yuan per kilogram, that's... My God, that's two or three hundred million yuan! Comrade Su didn't just donate grain, he donated a mountain of gold to us!"

This doesn't even include the pile of pizzas. I heard that one slice of pizza is worth several dollars in America. I don't even dare to calculate how much this whole warehouse is worth...

Lu Mingxuan also translated the prices verbatim.

After listening, young Arendt pondered for a moment and nodded, saying:

"This price is very reasonable. We can't even produce this kind of moisture-proof and airtight packaging over there, not to mention the quality of the rice and flour. A pound of refined rice is only one dollar and two cents, which is just a few cents in US dollars. It's a great deal. Ms. Su, I want one thousand tons. The formal handover will take place after I return to the capital."

"My dear Mr. Arendt, no problem at all." Su Wanqing smiled and said, "This batch of rice and flour is packaged with a special polymer coating that is waterproof, moisture-proof, and insect-proof. You Americans can't make it yet, so the price is naturally higher. I'm glad you recognize its value. When the next batch arrives in the capital, I'll reserve a thousand tons for you."

Both parties politely agreed to the deal and felt they had gotten a good deal.

Arendt Jr. has already planned it out: when this batch of top-quality rice and noodles is shipped back to the United States, a portion will be used to establish trade routes, another portion will be used to establish a prestigious brand for his own club, and the rest will be sold by the gram in high-end stores, where they will be snapped up by the wealthy.

Commander Zhang asked Liu Changhe in a low voice, somewhat puzzled, "Wasn't it said that it might have been smuggled from the Americans by Comrade Su's friend? This doesn't seem like it."

"Shut up." Liu Changhe covered Commander Zhang's mouth. What does it matter where he came from? He certainly didn't steal it from China.

Secretary Zhou, however, was somewhat anxious. He quietly approached Su Wanqing and whispered, "Comrade Su, at this price, we probably can't buy much domestically... Didn't you say before that you wanted to supply the organization with grain long-term? We definitely need grain, but could you perhaps switch to cheaper coarse grains?"

Comrade Wanqing has already donated so much; the fact that she can sell this grain for this price further proves—

The things she donated are worth so much!

So, they would be too ashamed to ask Comrade Wanqing to sell it to them at a lower price again!

Su Wanqing patted his arm, lowering her voice even further: "It's retail price for foreigners, but wholesale price for our own people. Don't worry, the price for the organization is different. Besides, my friend said that the organization can have as much of this kind of grain as they need, so the grain given to the organization must be this good!" As she spoke, she gestured with her hands to indicate a number.

The main reason is that this is all the good stuff she has in her space; who can blame her when her space is so amazing?

Secretary Zhou gaped in shock: "Really... really that price? That's so... so cheap! It's the same price as grains! How about... how about we add some more?"