"That's because your clothes are luxury items. Not just second-hand clothes—even the packaging boxes of second-hand luxury goods can be sold for money," Jiang Mo explained, giving Su Yunjin a quick lesson on the resale market.
Su Yunjin slapped her thigh in realization. "Then I’ve got a whole pile of luxury packaging boxes at home. If I’d known, I wouldn’t have thrown them away—could’ve let you sell them for some extra cash."
Jiang Mo knew she was joking. Someone like Su Yunjin wouldn’t care about such small change. "Madam, just leave it to me from now on. I’ll handle everything and make sure nothing goes to waste."
"Young people these days are so sharp, always knowing how to make money," Su Yunjin said, refunding the money on WeChat. "This was agreed upon—whatever you sell is your pocket money. I won’t take it back."
"But Madam, this is a lot of money!"
"It’s just the price of one bag," Su Yunjin waved her hand dismissively. "I already said it—if I took the money back, where would my dignity be?"
A man’s gotta keep his pride.
Wait, no—a woman’s gotta keep her pride.
"Well… then I’ll accept it," Jiang Mo said, staring at the sum like she’d just won the lottery.
Just like that, she’d made over a hundred grand.
Money really does come easy in wealthy households.
No wonder her mom had worked here for over twenty years.
But she couldn’t just take it without doing something in return. Since Su Yunjin refused the money, she’d have to think of a suitable gift instead.
Though she’d need to mull over what exactly to give.
After organizing the remaining clothes—she’d have to wait for the right buyer—she snacked on some fruit when a message from Liu Guochuan popped up on WeChat.
"Xiao Mo, are you done with your work? When are you coming over?"
Her tasks for the day were light, and she didn’t have anything urgent in the afternoon. Slipping out for a bit shouldn’t be a problem.
She replied, "Grandpa Liu, I’ll be there by three."
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"So? When’s your little friend coming?"
At the Liu residence, the moment Liu Guochuan sent his message, an old man and an old woman crowded around him.
"What’s the rush? The girl’s got her own work to finish first," Liu Guochuan frowned at them, leisurely putting away his phone. "She said she’ll be here at three."
"And here you were bragging about how close you two are, how she’d come running the moment you called. And now?" someone teased mockingly.
The speaker was none other than Pan Weidong, Liu Guochuan’s decades-long friend and a big name in the retail industry.
Liu Guochuan coughed twice. "That’s only because you all showed up way too early with nothing better to do."
And it was true—they’d already been chatting for an hour, with multiple bathroom breaks in between.
"Who’s to blame? You’re the one always showing off in the group—either bragging about some fish you caught or some viral video. Going on about how pretty and talented the girl is, how she’s good at this and that. Why else would we be here?"
"You think we came to see you? We’re here to meet the girl," Pan Weidong said, his words rapid despite his age.
"Exactly," chimed in the elegant woman in a silk cheongsam. "Seems to me your relationship with her isn’t all that special."
"How is it a ‘some fish’? That thing weighed over five pounds!" Liu Guochuan shot back at Pan Weidong. "You’re just jealous because you’ve never caught one that big."
Pan Weidong sipped his tea. "Hmph. Jealous of your fish? Do you even know how big the one I caught last time was?"
"Go on, say it. Scare him to death," Zhong Xiaoqin deadpanned.
The two old men rolled their eyes.
Liu Guochuan turned to Zhong Xiaoqin. "Shouldn’t you be walking your dog or something?"
Zhong Xiaoqin scoffed. "Who walks their dog at this hour? Besides, I already did."
"So what did the girl say?"
Liu Guochuan replied, "She said she’ll be here at three. Now, let’s have some more tea."
By the time Jiang Mo arrived, she found two old men and an old woman in the middle of an intense card game in the living room.
"Grandpa Liu, you have guests? I can come back later," Jiang Mo called from the doorway, not wanting to interrupt.
"No guests! Come in, we’ve been waiting for you," Liu Guochuan said, tossing his cards onto the table. "Game’s over. Our guest is here."
"You crafty old man! Quitting just because you’re about to lose," Zhong Xiaoqin scolded. She’d been the landlord this round, holding a killer hand—double jokers and four twos—ready to wipe the floor with them.
But the old man had used Jiang Mo’s arrival as an excuse to bail.
Liu Guochuan chuckled. No way was he sticking around to get demolished. He hurried to the door.
"Come in, come in. Let me introduce you. These two are my good friends—Pan Weidong and Zhong Xiaoqin."
Jiang Mo quickly greeted them. "Hello, Grandpa Pan. Hello, Grandma Zhong."
Pan Weidong and Zhong Xiaoqin dropped their cards and turned to the girl.
She looked sweet and well-mannered.
Zhong Xiaoqin beckoned. "Xiao Mo, right? Come sit."
"You must be thirsty from the walk. Have some tea," Pan Weidong offered, pouring her a cup.
Jiang Mo was flustered. Why did it feel like they already knew her?
Liu Guochuan had the maid bring out snacks and fruits, piling them onto the table.
"These two saw the videos you made for me and thought they were great. I mentioned you, and they wanted to meet you," he explained.
"Oh, I see," Jiang Mo said, finally understanding. "Grandpa Pan, Grandma Zhong, do you live around here too?"
"Yep, I’m in the row behind this one," Zhong Xiaoqin said. "Pan Weidong’s in the second row. We bought our places together back in the day so we could keep each other company."
Liu Guochuan pushed the snacks and fruits toward Jiang Mo. "Not sure what you young folks like, so I just grabbed a bit of everything."
A bit? The table was overflowing.
Jiang Mo could tell these were all bought specifically for her. Elderly people didn’t usually snack on junk food.
Not wanting to seem ungrateful, she opened a bag of plain potato chips.
"I heard you’ve got some family-made fish bait that works wonders," Pan Weidong asked eagerly. "Do you still have any?"
"The bait’s a mix of a few things. I don’t have any right now, but if you’d like, I can order the ingredients online and prepare some for you," Jiang Mo said, recognizing the signs of a fellow fishing enthusiast.
Pan Weidong beamed. "Great! Get me ten pounds of it."
"Ten pounds?! Are you fishing or feeding fish?" Liu Guochuan groaned. "One pound’s enough."
He hadn’t even asked for that much.
