Chapter 183 - 105: All for Nothing if I Can’t See the Child?

Chapter 183: Chapter 105: All for Nothing if I Can’t See the Child?

"According to our department’s rules, you need to order 20 or more items for the wholesale price. But our universities are neighbors, and our student council presidents know each other, so I can give you a discount. We can do the wholesale price for 10 or more."

Cheng Yu said, holding her phone:

"I’ll send you a price list. You can take a look first."

"Okay."

Cheng Yu quickly sent the price list over. Chen Yuan gave it a quick glance and compared it to the retail prices. It was about three to five yuan cheaper per item.

"Is this the lowest price?"

"This is pretty much the lowest. If you can get 15 or more, I can probably knock off another yuan or so."

Chen Yuan thought for a moment. "Can we get that price for 10 items?"

"How much are you planning on spending, roughly?"

"Around 2,000," Chen Yuan said bluntly.

"Alright, then. Let’s just call it making a new friend."

Transactions between students didn’t involve so many tricks; haggling was pretty easy.

"We can finalize the order in a bit. Can you have it all ready by tomorrow morning?"

"No problem."

"Then it’s settled."

They were going to set up their stall tomorrow, so they needed to get this sorted out as soon as possible.

"Chen Yuan!"

Song Jianye was standing in front of the refrigerated display case.

"I’m done shopping."

"Okay."

"I can’t carry it all."

"I’ll carry it."

After replying, Chen Yuan looked at Cheng Yu. "Senior, I’ll be going now."

"Mhm."

Cheng Yu’s attention was drawn to Song Jianye in the distance.

She had never seen such a beautiful girl. Just standing there, she looked like an ethereal fairy who didn’t belong in the mortal world, making others feel inadequate in comparison.

’Is that girl his girlfriend?’

’Isn’t she a little too beautiful?’

...

Chen Yuan carried the bags as the two of them left the food science department, strolled out of the Agricultural University, and returned to their hotel.

After entering, he saw over twenty cups of coffee arranged on the coffee table in the lobby.

The packaging bags looked familiar; they were from that pet café.

Chen Yuan sensed something was up. He walked over, glanced at the order, and saw the last few digits of the phone number matched Song Jianye’s.

"What’s all this?"

"I saw the ad from your public relations department, so I bought some to show support and treat Sister Jing and the other employees to coffee."

"So instead of buying ad boosts, you’ve switched to direct consumption, huh? Can you still fudge the numbers for this?"

"It’s fine. I put it on the hotel’s tab."

Hmmm...

’You could say she’s smart, but she’s always doing foolish things.’

’But if you say she’s dumb, she knows how to use the company’s account for her own purposes.’

’Incredible.’

"Don’t buy any more next time. That PR department account is just for fun; it doesn’t matter if it makes money or not. Don’t spend money on it in the future."

"I know, hehe."

Song Jianye called out, "Sister Jing, I bought coffee for you guys. Could you hand it out to everyone?"

"Thank you, Miss."

Xu Jing called some people over and distributed the coffee.

"Come on, come on."

Song Jianye pulled Chen Yuan over to the sofa and took out the things she’d bought. There were over a dozen items, and she presented them one by one as if they were precious treasures.

"Let’s try them all. We’ll stock whichever ones are delicious."

"Try them?"

Song Jianye’s eyes glazed over with confusion. She realized her idea seemed to be different from Chen Yuan’s.

"You didn’t buy all this stuff back just to eat it yourself, did you?" Chen Yuan asked, looking at her.

"Yeah, I did..."

"Well, go on then. Have a little of each to get a taste. Just make sure you get through everything before you’re stuffed."

"I can do it."

Just then, Xu Jing came over to them, carrying freshly brewed black tea and a nine-section platter of fruit.

"Miss, what are you two up to?"

"We’re planning to set up a stall tomorrow, so we bought some things to pick out what we’re going to sell."

As a woman herself, Xu Jing found Song Jianye’s behavior quite understandable.

Ordinary people set up stalls to make a living. For someone like the young miss, it was purely for fun.

She wouldn’t think of running a stall as something shameful, the way an ordinary person might; for her, it was simply an experience and a bit of fun.

It was like the difference between an ordinary person eating cabbage and a rich person eating cabbage—two completely different mindsets.

Still, having someone like Chen Yuan to go along with her antics was truly something to be envied.

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

"No, no, the two of us can handle it. Thanks, Sister Jing."

"Then I’ll leave you to it. Just call me if you need anything."

"Okay, okay."

Xu Jing left, and the two of them sat on the sofa, eating.

"Chen Yuan! This one’s delicious!" Song Jianye said excitedly after taking a bite of a sesame crisp.

"This palmer cookie is pretty good too."

"This bagel isn’t good. You eat it."

"So you’re giving me the ones that don’t taste good."

"We need a clear division of labor. We can’t waste food."

"You’re too kind."

Over the next half hour or so, the two of them started their taste test. It had to be said, most of the items were delicious.

After careful selection, they picked out a total of eight items, which included plain milk and yogurt.

According to the wholesale prices Cheng Yu had given them, the average cost was between 6 and 14 yuan.

The two of them then estimated which items would sell better and which would sell more slowly to decide on the order quantities.

As for the price, they would just sell everything at the Agricultural University’s retail price. Any higher and no one would buy it.

"Our average profit margin is about 40 percent. If we order 2,000 yuan worth of stock, the profit will be around 800. That doesn’t seem like a lot."

yuan was just enough for her to buy a new bra, so in her eyes, it naturally wasn’t much.

’For me, that’s enough to cover food for a week.’

"If you want to sell it at a high price, you can’t use transparent bags. You’d have to plate it, add a little sauce, a sprig of something green, and you could probably multiply the price by 100."

"Can you really do that?"

"I’m just joking. Don’t take it seriously."

"Even though 800 yuan isn’t much, our investment is small too, so it’s acceptable."

"That’s just the calculation. Reality will definitely be different."

Chen Yuan didn’t actually think they could make 800. It was like home renovations: if your budget is 150,000 but you manage to finish it for 200,000, you’re already considered a pro.

Afterwards, Chen Yuan sent the list of items they needed to order to Cheng Yu, confirming that everything would be ready the next morning.

Now all preparations were complete. All that was left was to take the goods out and sell them tomorrow.

Chen Yuan did some math. In theory, they could make 800, but that was only if they sold everything. There was still a risk of losing money, and a high one at that.

Even if they sold out, after deducting some hidden costs, they’d be lucky to clear 600 yuan.

’Multiplying that by 100 would be 60,000, which is a lot of money. But what will actually happen... that’s up to fate.’

Just then, Chen Yuan noticed Song Jianye acting all mysterious, pointing, writing, and drawing on her iPad.

"What are you doing?"

"No peeking! I’ll tell you when I’m done. Just give me a few more minutes."

Song Jianye clutched the iPad to her chest, the pressure creating a curved outline against her full bust.

’It doesn’t look that big, but it seems she’s actually quite well-endowed.’

She furtively turned her back to Chen Yuan and continued sketching, a serious expression on her face.

She kept at it for more than ten minutes before finally finishing.

Song Jianye handed the iPad to Chen Yuan. "Look, how’s my drawing?"

On it was a chibi-style illustration with a line of cute, cartoony text.

[Xiaochen & Nian Nian’s Little Shop]

Below the text were cartoon drawings of all the items they were going to sell. The overall style was very cute.

’So she’s been busy all this time making a promotional sign.’

Chen Yuan wanted to say something, but then he figured this was exactly the kind of thing Song Jianye would do.

Her focus wasn’t on making money at all, but more on the experience.

Besides, it seemed like girls were naturally drawn to doing these kinds of fancy, decorative things.

Making money didn’t matter, but it had to look pretty.

"The drawing is actually really good. I’m surprised you know how to draw."

"I learned when I was little. If you don’t have any objections, I’ll go get it printed to use when we set up our stall."

"Sure."

Chen Yuan didn’t want to argue. He was just here to do the "mission" with her anyway, so he let her be.

With all the prep work done, Chen Yuan left. He bought a small toy for the child and a drink for Jiang Wanyi, then headed over.

He took a cab to Jiang Wanyi’s place and knocked on the door.

"Who is it? Coming!"

"Daniel Wu."

CLICK—

The door opened, and Jiang Wanyi appeared before him.

She was wearing a set of pure cotton pajamas with a small cherry pattern printed on them.

Her hair was down, and she wore no makeup. It was her in her most natural state, yet she possessed a kind of effortless, innate beauty.

"You bought something for her again? You’re not allowed to buy any more in the future."

"I want to buy things for her. You can’t stop me."

"I can’t stop you, huh?"

Rolling up her sleeves, Jiang Wanyi brought out her signature move again, pinching the soft flesh on Chen Yuan’s waist.

"Can I stop you now?!"

"OW, OW, OW! You can, you can!"

Chen Yuan contorted his body and glanced around the living room.

"Where’s the kid?"

"She’s not back. My mom won’t let her leave."

"Aw, man. I won’t get to see her."

She shot Chen Yuan a glare from behind him, but inwardly, Jiang Wanyi was happy.

"So you feel like you came all this way for nothing if you don’t get to see the kid, is that it?"