Li Julin treated He Nan as if he were family, thinking that whatever He Nan needed, he could just take directly from his home—no need for formalities.
This wasn’t He Nan trying to give a gift to a friend, it was clearly an attempt to help that little girl. Knowing the hidden story, Li Yue directly refused on behalf of He Nan, "My sister likes to eat dried bamboo shoots. We’ll save these for her. We can buy more for him when we see him next time."
Knowing He Nan’s temperament, Li Julin and the others didn’t say anything more.
When they got home, Lu Siyuan was busy cooking in the kitchen while Shen Mianmian took out a notebook to act as an account book, counting money and keeping records at the same time.
Nearly six hundred pounds of winter melon had earned them about twelve yuan after deducting the costs. Ten pounds of bean paste had made a profit of two yuan, and dried bamboo shoots had earned six yuan, making a total profit of twenty yuan.
With the previous day’s earnings as a cushion, both of them were quite calm. They were going to make more money in the future and couldn’t be satisfied with the status quo.
Shen Mianmian took back her own initial capital of five yuan and then allocated a portion of yesterday’s goods money, handing over the remaining money to Lu Siyuan. Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭⟡𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦⟡𝘯𝘦𝘵
"You find a safe place to hide this money. If we want to expand the business, we will definitely need more capital, so we won’t split the profits for now."
Anyway, neither of them needed any money for the time being.
"Okay." Well aware of Shen Mianmian’s family situation, Lu Siyuan didn’t delay.
After dinner, he found a place to hide the money. Since the money was from partnering up with Shen Mianmian in business, he knew he couldn’t deposit it with Grandpa before they split the profits.
After cleaning up the dishes, he planned to call Shen Mianmian to go purchase goods together, but saw Shen Mianmian leaning over the dining table, writing something.
He leaned in, "Didn’t you just finish the accounts? What are you writing now?"
Shen Mianmian wrote seriously and then signed her name in the bottom right corner under ’Party A’, and stamped it with her thumbprint in red ink.
"Take a look at what’s written here and see if you have any objections. If not, just sign your name and stamp it like I did."
Lu Siyuan picked up the notebook and read it for a while, realizing that everything written was what they had agreed on the day before. This little wretch, was she afraid he would go back on his word? And she was making him sign this.
He got a little upset, grumpily wrote his name, stamped his thumbprint, and then tossed the notebook back to Shen Mianmian, "Done."
"There’s another page behind this one; it’s two copies, one for each of us."
"Shen Mianmian," Lu Siyuan’s eyes widened, his voice raised a few notches, "Don’t go too far! It’s insulting to do this, do you think I would cheat you or something?"
If she didn’t trust him, they could just split the profits daily.
Knowing he had misunderstood, Shen Mianmian patiently explained, "I’m teaching you. Even with blood brothers, clear accounts are necessary. When doing business, you have to learn how to sign contracts with others. You can’t just make verbal agreements based on trust. Otherwise, you might get taken advantage of and end up counting the money for someone else..."
She had an important lesson to teach Lu Siyuan.
"..." Lu Siyuan was half doubting, "It’s not because you don’t trust me?"
Shen Mianmian rolled her eyes, "If I didn’t trust you, would I leave the money with you?"
At those words, Lu Siyuan’s anger subsided significantly, "What’s the point of signing this thing?"
After all, he was only fifteen years old and had not yet learned legal knowledge. In a time where information was lagging, he didn’t understand such matters.