Luo Meili pointed at the empty shelves and said.
"Haven’t you seen it all? Sold out completely, it’s a situation of supply not keeping up with demand."
"And let me tell you, these fruits and vegetables have medicinal properties. Many customers have minor issues like headaches and colds, which surprisingly healed after eating our produce. We have an employee with kidney stones in our store. He ate a cucumber and his stones dissolved on their own. Can you believe how miraculous that is?"
Zhang Xiaoshan pondered upon hearing this.
The seeds left by the Immortal Medical Sect were extraordinary, and coupled with the watering of the Spiritual Liquid, it was no surprise they had medicinal uses.
With that in mind, even selling at a high price was actually reasonable.
However, Zhang Xiaoshan was still somewhat uneasy as he said.
"Our county is impoverished. Isn’t it inappropriate to sell at such high prices?"
Upon hearing Zhang Xiaoshan’s words, Luo Meili smiled faintly and said with great appreciation.
"I knew you were a good person, but we are doing business here, and we must make a good impression with our first shot."
"Just think about it, the sky-high price of fruits and vegetables, isn’t that a good selling point? It won’t take many days for it to spread throughout Wanshan County, even beyond. I’m also planning to advertise."
"Besides, our produce is indeed good. We can’t sell ourselves short. If we priced them the same as the ordinary ones in the market, fewer people would be willing to buy them."
"Moreover, the most important thing is that our current production is very low. Even though the yield from your backyard is high, the area is too small."
"As the saying goes, ’Scarcity makes something more valuable,’ and that’s just the way it is."
"Later on, when our production capacity increases and our reputation is established, we can naturally lower the prices."
Luo Meili’s words left Zhang Xiaoshan speechless.
He looked at Luo Meili and smiled.
"What are you laughing at?"
Luo Meili felt awkward under his gaze.
"It seems you’re really cut out for business. From now on, you can handle everything regarding the agro-trade company on your own, and I’ll just wait at home to lose money."
"What, you want to be a kept man?"
"Aren’t you giving me any?"
Zhang Xiaoshan wrapped his arms around Luo Meili’s waist and pinched her on the buttock.
"Pervert, you’re rotten to the core."
Luo Meili threw Zhang Xiaoshan a flirtatious glance and pulled him upstairs.
On the sofa of the second-floor office, the two began a fierce battle.
Daylight gradually dimmed.
The sky turned pitch black.
Zhang Xiaoshan stayed in the office with Luo Meili that night.
In a solitary cell at the detention center.
An old man with white hair was curled up in the corner.
Staying here could definitely be described as each day feeling like a year. These past weeks felt like a decade to Wu Damming, every day was filled with unbearable pain, especially since Jia Lanhua had filed for divorce, which was a heavy blow to him.
He had been in a daze these days, completely disoriented. Fresh chapters posted on 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵✦𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮✦𝓷𝓮𝓽
"Suspect Wu Damming."
Then a shout came from outside the door.
Wu Damming mechanically lifted his head to look at the door.
A duty jailer unlocked the door.
The jailer brought several boxes of fast food and laid them in front of Wu Damming.
Roast chicken, beef, a vegetarian platter, and a small bottle of white wine.
"Are you sending me on my way?"
Wu Damming gawped at the food.
The jailer complained.
"Send you on what? Someone from above has sent special instructions for your meal, and here’s some good news – the six million has been recovered, and your case is about to be transferred to the court."
"Finally, we’re getting rid of you sir. I’m practically becoming your waiter."
Zhang Xiaoshan had a word with Luo Yihua, who was very accommodating. He not only arranged a single cell for Wu Damming but also ensured he got out for fresh air every day, and even assigned a jailer specifically to Wu Damming, providing ample cigarettes and special meals.
Apart from the lack of freedom and heavy psychological pressure, his treatment was poles apart from other suspects.
The jailer had long since run out of patience.
"Ah, the money’s been recovered?"
Wu Damming looked up at the jailer in astonishment.
"Yes, yes, yes, eat up. Finish quickly, I have other things to do."
Wu Damming was very excited.
He opened the meal boxes.
"You, have some with me."
Wu Damming looked at the jailer ingratiatingly.
The jailer, a seasoned hand.
"Humph, at least you’re sensible, old man."
The two of them ate and drank, and half an hour later, satisfied and full, the jailer got up, picked up the trash, and walked out.
Only Wu Damming was left alone in the cell.
"Recovered, as long as the money’s recovered, that’s good."
"All my life I’ve been respected in the village, and now in my old age, I must bear a stigma, but with the money found, my sins are lessened."
"This way, I have no burdens left, and I can depart in peace."
"A life spent as a joke, it’s time to go, time to go."
Wu Damming walked to the washbasin.
He picked up his toothbrush.
He placed the handle end of the toothbrush into his mouth.
The experiences of his lifetime flashed through his mind like a movie, never stopping.
Eventually, his face revealed a desolate smile.
He violently knocked his mouth against the wall.
It was the sound of his trachea being punctured.
Wu Damming then fell to the ground, blood flowing continuously from his mouth.
He didn’t cry out for help, instead he quietly closed his eyes.