Read Novel Full Chapter 131 Part 2 – Stay Single and Get Rich (II)
Chapter 131 Part 2 – Stay Single and Get Rich (II)
The two left the office with mixed feelings. Not long after, Mao Huimei took a deep breath and perked up. “You know, Xia Mian, you really are a lucky charm.”
“Everything just works out wherever you go. If it weren’t for that compensation trade talk with Charles, we wouldn’t even dare consider buying this place without a loan.”
Xia Mian laughed. “Wrong. This time, we should thank He Wei.”
Mao Huimei blinked, then burst into laughter. “You’re right! Both of these opportunities came from him and his lovely cousin, didn’t they?”
“When we get this factory up and running, do you think he’s gonna die of rage?”
“He probably will, haha!”
After a bit of joking around, Mao Huimei circled back to the topic, suddenly buzzing with energy. “Come to think of it, now we’ve got a factory, machines lined up, and even the workers ready. If we move fast, we could be in production within a month, right?”
“Oh my god… we actually did something huge in just one afternoon, didn’t we?”
Xia Mian also felt like it was all a bit surreal. “Well, nothing’s finalized yet, but the pieces are all on the board.”
Mao Huimei laughed out loud.
By the time they got back to their booth, everything had already been packed up. When Xia Wenyue heard about everything they’d accomplished that afternoon, she just responded with an uninterested “Oh,” showing no reaction at all.
Xia Mian suspected she hadn’t processed it yet. Sure enough, on the way home, she suddenly sat bolt upright in her seat and blurted, “Huimei, what did you say you and Xia Mian are doing?”
Mao Huimei replied, “Mom, I’m opening a juice factory!”
Then she repeated everything—compensation trade, importing equipment, exporting products, and the canned food factory opportunity.
Xia Wenyue was stunned. “You two really leveled up, huh? Doing business overseas now?”
Mao Huimei grinned. “Gonna give it a try.”
“But our factory doesn’t have any extra funds to support you,” Xia Wenyue said. “We signed a lot of orders today. Our money’s all going toward inventory. You’ll have to figure out the capital on your own.”
This made it clear: this was entirely Mao Huimei’s own startup. Whether the factory succeeded or failed, the consequences would be hers alone.
Mao Huimei was clearly used to Xia Wenyue’s hands-off approach and didn’t seem surprised. “Got it, Mom. I don’t need you to worry about it.”
Over the next two days, Mao Huimei didn’t go to the expo. During the day, she met with professionals to thoroughly assess the factory’s condition. In the meantime, she reached out to people like Ning Shaobai and Rong Xin—those who had studied abroad—to ask about the foreign juice market. She even looked into international food expo dates and locations, and drafted a rough sales plan.
She then pulled an all-nighter to complete a budget, profit forecast, and evaluation. When Xia Mian received the slim, handwritten booklet that resembled a feasibility report, she was utterly in awe of Mao Huimei.
“Sis, you have to let me invest!”
Ning Shaobai was also there. Along with Xia Mian and Xiao Feng, the three of them were lounging in the courtyard, eating watermelon and enjoying the breeze.
Xia Mian turned to him. “Dr. Ning, how much money do I still have? I want to invest in my sister. I know this factory is going to be a success!”
Ning Shaobai wiped a watermelon seed from the corner of Xiao Feng’s mouth and replied, “About sixty to seventy thousand.”
After Xinsheng Food Factory paid off its loans, Xia Mian had been receiving a decent monthly dividend. She left only a portion for daily expenses, giving the rest to Ning Shaobai to manage for her. Her biggest spending in the past two years had been the purchase of two soon-to-be-demolished properties, leaving the principal practically untouched.
“Sis, just let me know how much you need. I’ve got your back.”
Xiao Feng quietly waited for Ning Shaobai to finish wiping his mouth before returning to his watermelon, scooping it out with a spoon. He chimed in, “Auntie, save some. Buy stocks.”
Xia Mian: “…”
No, the antiques and demolition properties aren’t enough? How does this little guy still think about stocks?
She turned a suspicious glance toward Ning Shaobai, increasingly convinced he was the one planting these ideas.
Ever since her birthday, when Ning Shaobai tricked Xiao Feng into presenting him as a gift, Xiao Feng had seemed to take on some kind of responsibility for this future uncle-in-law, trusting and sticking to him with a strange sense of loyalty. He was even constantly speaking up for him.
Ignoring the glare as if he hadn’t noticed it, Ning Shaobai casually sliced the ripest, juiciest piece of the watermelon in half—one piece to Xiao Feng, and then gently brought the other to Xia Mian’s lips.
Realizing she wouldn’t get a straight answer, Xia Mian gave in and said, “Fine. We’ll save some for Xiao Feng’s stocks.”
“Sis, once the first batch of products is ready, I’ll go abroad with you,” she added. “We’ll get some orders in person. With deposits coming in, we’ll have enough for cash flow.”
Ning Shaobai suddenly chimed in, “I have a friend overseas whose family runs a chain of supermarkets. I can ask if they’d be interested in fruit juice. You can just send them some samples—no need to make the trip yourself.”
Xia Mian immediately hugged his arm and leaned happily on his shoulder. “Wow, Dr. Ning, you’re amazing!”
Ning Shaobai tilted his chin down and gently rubbed the top of her head with it.
Mao Huimei noticed the subtle curl at the corner of Ning Shaobai’s lips and suspected he didn’t actually want Xia Mian going abroad with her…
Alas! Watching those two, she felt like finding a boyfriend herself.
But then again, working hard and getting rich was nice too.
…
On the fourth day of the expo, Mao Huimei had arranged to meet Director Zhang and brought a lawyer with her straight to the office. The moment she got out of the car at the entrance, she ran into He Wei, who looked like he was casually strolling—but it was obvious he was waiting for her. Who knew what this guy wanted now?
After two straight days and nights of racing against time, with her mind entirely consumed by the juice factory, she didn’t have even a sliver of energy left to spare for him. As he walked over, she didn’t wait for him to speak—she pulled a Walkman out of her bag and slapped it onto his chest.
“This has the truth. Do me a favor and take a good look at it.”
“You played me. I’ve paid you back. We’re even. Please stop showing up in my life. I don’t have time to play with you anymore. Goodbye!”
Without giving him a chance to respond, Mao Huimei turned to leave. As she brushed past him, He Wei instinctively reached out and grabbed her arm. “Wait! The factory…”
Caught off guard, Mao Huimei dropped the documents in her arms; papers scattered all over the ground. Furious, she snapped, “What the hell are you doing?”
He Wei had been about to speak, but when his eyes landed on a particular document among the mess, he paused. He bent down, picked it up, and began flipping through it without thinking.
Mao Huimei’s expression changed. She snatched it back immediately. “What are you doing?! Ever heard of business ethics?!”
He Wei looked at her as if seeing her for the first time. He frowned. “You did all this?”
Mao Huimei rolled her eyes. “Who else? You?”
With that, she gathered the rest of the papers with help from the lawyer and walked straight into the office without looking back.
He Wei stood there dazed, watching her retreating figure, just in time to hear her mutter, “I’m already about to survive on gruel and pickles, and I even lost a fifty yuan Walkman! Tsk, just my luck…”
He looked down at the Walkman in his hand. After a moment, he pressed play…
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