These days, if someone has ten thousand yuan, they’re the envy of the whole village, they’re the rich folks everyone talks about.
But Deng Juan actually asked to borrow ten thousand yuan?
Xu Nianhua thought, does her aunt really think their family’s money is blown in by the wind or falls from the sky?
Otherwise, how could she have the nerve to ask this?
"Juanzi, this isn’t what we discussed when we came here." Chen He was also massively shocked by Deng Juan. They agreed to borrow one thousand, so how did it become ten thousand now?
"When we came, I only intended to sell chili sauce, but now I want to open a clothing store. Don’t you need stock to sell clothes? And stocking up requires money, doesn’t it? What can one thousand yuan buy in terms of clothing?" Deng Juan answered confidently.
Chen He moved her lips but silently shifted to sit aside.
"Mom, I’m fine now." Xu Nianhua had already calmed down. She sipped her sour plum tea, the tangy sweet flavor making her feel much better. She could hear Deng Juan’s words in the background, and she felt an urge to retort but held back.
She was relieved she had talked with mom yesterday.
"Third Sister-in-law, even if you’re opening a clothing store, you wouldn’t need ten thousand yuan, right?" Ji Ying had only just begun to speak.
Deng Juan immediately started talking about how the money wasn’t enough.
Ji Ying waited, and after she finished, he said, "Third Sister-in-law, if a clothing store requires an upfront ten thousand to start, I suggest you set up a stall first, like how we sold mung bean jelly before."
"A stall?" Deng Juan protested immediately upon hearing this, saying, "Stand by the roadside with clothes to sell them? Who would buy them? If I ran into someone I know, they’d think I couldn’t even afford meals and had to beg on the streets."
"Aunt, not just in South City, even in our county there are plenty of people setting up stalls. When Second Brother and I did it by the market, wasn’t it the same? How does that make you a beggar?" Xu Nianhua couldn’t hold back any longer and retorted directly.
"This is selling clothes, and without trying them on, who would buy?" Deng Juan instantly countered, casting her gaze at Ji Ying, saying, "Yingzi, do you just not want to lend us the money?" The source of this content ɪs 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝✶𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖✶𝕟𝕖𝕥
"Third Sister-in-law, I can manage a thousand, maybe two, but ten thousand, I just don’t have." Ji Ying was very frank, saying, "You know, Nianji just bought a truck, and we’ve only been building our house for less than half a year; everywhere needs money..."
Before she could finish, Deng Juan interjected, "Yingzi, your chili sauce factory can earn thousands a month, right? And the furniture factory—I’ve seen your furniture even in South City. Can it not make money? This ten thousand is just a drop in the ocean for you guys; I think you just don’t want to lend it."
"Remember, when your family was so poor you couldn’t afford a meal, it was your third brother who eagerly brought over money." Even if it was just a yuan or two then, it was still money!
"So now that you have money, you’re turning your back on people?"
Deng Juan rattled off angrily, convinced that Ji Ying just didn’t want to lend the money.
"Third Sister-in-law, the chili sauce factory is indeed profitable, but it isn’t just mine. The furniture factory is a joint venture between Qinghe and Xu Song; quite a few furniture payments haven’t been settled yet, and we really can’t just come up with that much money all at once." Ji Ying tried hard to explain.
But Deng Juan wouldn’t listen at all, just believing Ji Ying was unwilling to lend.