Eighties Sweetheart Wife
Chapter 352: Dividing East and West

Chapter 352: Chapter 352: Dividing East and West

Chu Fei is now in the second middle school.

It’s said that her academic performance is very good.

She relies on herself for everything, unlike that Chu Jiaojiao.

Song Mingbo turned his head and quickly ran towards the classroom.

Studying now is much more exhausting than before.

It really is about making the most of every minute and second.

At this moment, Principal Cui’s face was full of smiles.

Song Yunuan had even brought him some special products from Nan City, buying the famous fruit candies there for his children.

It was brought by Song Liang.

Before asking about her studies, he had to thank Song Yunuan first.

The girl handles things with care.

Then Song Yunuan told him not to worry, assuring him she would be back before the competition.

With Song Yunuan’s word, Principal Cui did not ask further questions.

After all, this was a very special student, different from the others.

He offered a few words of advice then confidently hung up the phone.

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After Song Yunuan and others arrived in Beidu, the batch of goods also arrived soon after.

It was said to have been sent on a special express train.

Song Yunuan did not ask whose special train it was, guessing it was probably related to Gu Huai’an.

As per Song Yunuan’s request, Old Mr. Ji used his connections to purchase a courtyard house for Song Yunuan.

It was registered in Song Yunuan’s name.

It cost over ten thousand, with a total of five rooms, front and rear courtyards, and a garden, complete with a crabapple fruit tree and a jujube tree in the yard.

It was also on the day Old Mr. Ji arrived in Beidu that he started to arrange for Little Nuan’s house purchase.

After several months, he indeed found a place that was quite suitable.

But the goods would not be stored in this house.

Song Yunuan felt it would be better to distribute them first and then discuss further.

Without waiting for Old Mr. Ji to make arrangements, Gu Huai’an called, saying he had found Jun Warehouse for the batch of goods, not far from Old Mr. Ji’s home.

Very secure.

Gu Huai’an said he would return in two days.

Song Yunuan and Second Young Master Zhong together inspected the goods, which actually did not need checking, as each one was guaranteed to be exquisite.

The old craftsmen at that time were very responsible.

Song Yunuan also called for Old Mr. Ji and Uncle Xiao Dizi to come.

Di was also with her on the trip to Nan City, carrying the medicine Second Young Master Zhong needed and the Chinese medicine pills for her uncle’s health.

However, facing Shangguan Heng and Zhong Daqiao, neither of whom was a good character, it wasn’t wise to get him involved.

So Uncle Xiao Dizi always worked in logistics.

And he also safely returned.

Song Yunuan did not know how much money he had, but she was confident he would get his share.

Later, he could just split the profits with Old Mr. Ji.

But such matters had to be discussed discreetly.

However, Gu Huai’an, who had not yet returned, unexpectedly sent someone to deliver a briefcase to Song Yunuan.

The black, brand-new leather briefcase contained a folder; upon opening the folder, there were two bankbooks and ten thousand in cash.

There was actually seventy-six thousand.

That should be all of Gu Huai’an’s savings.

However, after returning from Nan City, she realized that this was no longer considered a large sum of money.

Although there were no reported ten-thousandaires yet, there were quite a few unreported ten-thousandaires in Nan City.

They just hadn’t been publicized.

The person who came was someone Song Yunuan had seen before, said to be Gu Huai’an’s courier.

The passcodes for the bankbooks were tucked inside them.

Having seen Gu Huai’an’s ID before, Song Yunuan knew they were his birthday.

She decided to give Gu Huai’an fifty thousand, estimating that in the hottest speculation period twenty years later, fifty thousand worth of goods could potentially become fifty million.

Even now, the money was bound to retain or even increase in value.

Old Mr. Ji was given seventy thousand, and Second Young Master Zhong received thirty thousand.

The remaining one hundred and fifty thousand were shared by her and her uncle.

For the helpful Old Mr. Hu and Old Mr. Lin, Song Yunuan decided to give each of their families goods worth ten thousand once everything was stable.

Who else was there?

Oh, there was the exhausted Chu Zizhou.

Indeed, there were more wolves than meat.

So they also gave him ten thousand yuan.

After Song Yunuan had finished distributing everything, Gu Huai’an returned to Beidu.

He went with Old Mr. Ji to look at the fragrant rosewood stored in the completion warehouse.

How to put it, the old and the young did not seem as excited or overjoyed as Song Yunuan had imagined.

Like others, aside from marveling at the ingenious craftsmanship, they seemed to feel that not everything here was a treasure.

Although Song Yunuan did not mind, she felt a bit of regret that everyone else seemed drunk while she alone was sober.

These two were not excited, but they knew that everything here was valuable.

Old Mr. Ji even said that in the past, such good items were not something you could just chop down at will.

Since ancient times, nobles and dignitaries favored objects made from fragrant rosewood, and commoners could harvest and carve them, but they didn’t belong to them.

To even receive a meager wage for it was already considered good.

With Old Mr. Ji’s words, Song Yunuan felt delighted.

She handed the letter she had written, along with the passbook, to Gu Huai’an.

Under the watchful eyes of Old Mr. Ji, Gu Huai’an silently took the passbook back.

In fact, he had no particular plans.

If he were to analyze it deeply, it was because he hoped to keep up with Little Nuan’s pace.

If it had been a year earlier, Gu Huai’an would have thought he had gone mad.

A year later, Gu Huai’an felt it was only natural.

He suppressed all his emotions and read the letter carefully.

He asked Song Yunuan, "Under what name would you like to publish this?"

Song Yunuan: "...Well, I’ll use a pseudonym."

Old Mr. Ji understood that the young lady was stockpiling.

In time, the price of these objects could not be easily predicted.

But he knew that fragrant rosewood was hard to grow.

It was being used up faster than it could be replenished.

Who could wait hundreds of years?

Of course, it was most beneficial to keep them in hand.

Old Mr. Ji said, "Write my place as the return address."

"Should I post it directly then?"

Gu Huai’an thought for a moment and said, "Let’s do this, tomorrow I’ll take you to meet someone. Hand the letter to her, and if there’s no issue, she’ll publish it for you directly."

Old Mr. Ji: "Little Nuan, that means you’ll be messing with a lot of people’s interests, so this might not actually work out."

[It’s okay if it doesn’t work out, it’s just the thought that counts. If I can stop it, wouldn’t our value go up?]

[But if it can’t be stopped, then let them continue with their original production plan. In three years, you won’t find fragrant rosewood big enough for crafting large items.]

[In five more years, the factory will shut down.]

Song Yunuan’s musings were somehow overheard by both Old Mr. Ji and Gu Huai’an.

However, aside from a flicker in their eyes, the two men showed no change in expression.

They also did not look at each other’s faces.

They just watched Song Yunuan with smiling eyes, pretending as if they heard nothing.

It was a very peculiar feeling.

There was even a sense of awe.

Yet crafting was not really within Old Mr. Ji’s purview, and it wasn’t right for him to meddle in everything, especially in Beidu’s territory.

But Museum Director Feng had some say in the matter.

In Little Nuan’s prediction, in five years, they would become an endangered species.

It was indeed time to start taking it seriously now.

Old Mr. Ji thought that the items Little Nuan had picked for him might very well skyrocket in value within his lifetime.

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Old Mr. Ji went to see Museum Director Feng.

Song Yunuan took a fragrant rosewood desk clock, almost the size of a man’s palm, from her own stock.

Song Yunuan called Xia Bowen to tell him she was sending him a fine item.

Xia Bowen knew that this girl had monopolized the entire year’s inventory and new products of Qionghai Crafts Factory.

He was both surprised and excited.

There was also a sense of being flattered beyond expectation.

Xia Bowen told Song Yunuan to wait at Old Mr. Ji’s home and he would send a driver to pick her up.

Song Yunuan packed the clock in a gift box and took a car to Xia Bowen’s office.

She was ready to give him a fragrant rosewood desk clock!

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