Eighties Sweetheart Wife
Chapter 357: Unique Goods Can Be Hoarded

Chapter 357: Chapter 357: Unique Goods Can Be Hoarded

Jin Ju casually let Song Yunuan order the dishes.

Song Yunuan did not decline.

While at it, Jin Ju explained to Gu Huai’an about the time he went abroad for a partnership discussion and then made the newspaper.

"...At that time, I was on a business trip and had handed over my work to Qian Xue from Qian family, only to have someone take advantage of the situation. Afterward, Qian Xue even specifically chose a meeting to apologize to me—in that moment, I really wanted to slap her, with her insincere pretenses, utterly disgusting."

Then, with a cold smile on her lips, "The reach of the Qian family is getting longer and longer."

Gu Huai’an sipped his tea, the steam lending an extra touch of elegance to his handsome features.

Song Yunuan glanced over, then looked away again.

Gu Huai’an, preoccupied, thought it was not the right time or place for distracted musings.

Jin Ju was unaware of their private thoughts.

Sighing, she continued, "But I have to admit that Old Master Qian is formidable, a real web weaver. Look at his children’s marriages: the capable sons marry gentle and obedient wives, while the less capable ones marry wives with great abilities and esteemed family backgrounds. It’s not an exaggeration—it’s true. Today, in many industries, you can see the shadow of the Qian family."

Gu Huai’an was not much of a talker, but he listened intently.

After Jin Ju finished, Gu Huai’an commented lightly, "If they were all honest, that wouldn’t be a bad thing."

Jin Ju looked at Gu Huai’an, "I knew you see things differently from many others. You’re right. If everyone is good, that would be great for the country, society, and the people."

After Jin Ju finished explaining about the newspaper report, Song Yunuan handed her the menu.

Jin Ju ordered a few more dishes from the entering server.

They were in a private dining room of the restaurant, but now many people preferred to call it an ’elegant room’.

The décor inside the room was very chic.

After National Day, Beidu was not bleak—many places were still brimming with greenery.

The pink and gold Chinese roses on the windowsill of the elegant room bloomed profusely.

Normally, such elegant rooms were not used for serving customers.

However, Jin Ju had a lot of clout in this area; as soon as they entered, the lobby manager had led them promptly to this elegant room.

A lot of places liked to do this sort of thing.

Just like train tickets.

Even if there wasn’t a single ticket available at the window or online, there would still be empty seats on the train itself.

That’s how the privileged class operates.

But Song Yunuan said she liked it a lot.

Unfocused, Song Yunuan chuckled to herself and waited for the restaurant to serve their dishes.

In this waiting time, naturally, they couldn’t just do nothing. Song Yunuan, now familiar with Jin Ju, directly handed over her manuscript to her.

She also brought up the conservation of these rare resources with their nation’s unique characteristics.

Jin Ju initially wore a smile, but after looking at the first page, her expression became serious.

She read quickly, but also with great care.

The maximum word count for the newspaper section Song Yunuan chose was three thousand words.

Except for feature articles like literary reportage, which could be slightly longer, that genre didn’t belong in this type of paper.

Song Yunuan’s article was three thousand words.

It was filled with solid content and data.

Her mind was already full of information, combined with part of what Huai’an gave her and what her uncle helped refine, almost all of it was presented in this article.

The article listed Qionghai fragrant rosewood in first place, agarwood second, and purple sandalwood third, detailing the distribution, maturity years, and approximate existing numbers of these three precious tree types.

As long as there is no war, as long as humanity is given breathing room, people’s lives would keep getting better.

When the day comes that people no longer worry about basic necessities, they will pursue higher levels of spiritual life.

Collecting is one of those spiritual pursuits.

Accordingly, these objects of ornamental and collectable value will become curiously scarce commodities...

Jin Ju really took it to heart.

And indeed, she was truly cut out for journalism.

Her astuteness was too strong.

However, due to the limitations of the era, she hadn’t thought at this level.

Having read the manuscript and heard Song Yunuan’s analysis, her thoughts weren’t on the rarity of goods or seizing the opportunity to acquire them; she was thinking about resources.

Not just plant resources, but mineral resources too.

She put the manuscript into her briefcase and couldn’t help but ruffle Song Yunuan’s hair with a chuckling voice, "How on earth did your little brain come up with all this?"

After a satisfying meal, night had already fallen.

Gu Huai’an then took Jin Ju home.

Jin Ju and Song Yunuan exchanged contact addresses, and she said she would call her after the manuscript made some headway.

On the way, Song Yunuan’s eyes flickered before she asked Gu Huai’an, "If the manuscript is published, what do you think will happen?"

Gu Huai’an smiled, placed his hand on the steering wheel, and ahead was a red light; the cars were quietly stopped in the traffic, with lights flashing, as if the stars in the sky had fallen to earth.

He glanced sideward, with stars similarly twinkling in his eyes.

Gu Huai’an said, "Little Nuan, I know what you mean. You’re worried that once Jin Ju knows you’ve hoarded a large amount of fragrant rosewood but also submit a manuscript to the newspaper about protecting it, she might think differently of you. Don’t worry, she won’t judge you, because her focus is solely on resource protection; she won’t consider anything else."

Song Yunuan’s face broke into a smile, "I just knew Sister Ju was a magnanimous person."

Gu Huai’an tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, "Your concept is a bit ahead of its time; many people won’t understand it."

Song Yunuan, "That’s for sure, because right now being well-fed and clothed and living comfortably is the main thing."

When they reached the gate of the Wutong District, Gu Huai’an said to Song Yunuan, "I’ll take you bargain-hunting tomorrow."

Song Yunuan was taking the train the day after tomorrow, mainly because she had bought a sleeper berth, and after arriving, she would just make it in time for the math competition the next day.

So, she had bought a soft sleeper.

Upon entering Old Mr. Ji’s home, Asheng, who was sitting in the living room, glanced at Song Yunuan and then busied himself by shifting his gaze back to the television set.

It was a black-and-white TV.

Song Yunuan also took a seat on the small stool beside him, watching the animated film "Three Hens Moving House."

Actually, Old Mr. Ji’s home had a color TV set manufactured in Japan.

It was a gift from Old Ji’s most senior disciple, but Old Ji refused to use it to watch television.

He didn’t treat Little Nuan and Asheng as outsiders; if he said no one could watch, then no one could watch.

What’s wrong with black-and-white? It’s domestically made, isn’t it good?

When we have our own color TVs later, it won’t be too late to watch then.

Besides, how many children nowadays don’t even know what a television is?

Song Yunuan agreed wholeheartedly and firmly supported this.

As she watched, she became pensive.

Our animated films are actually so good-looking, I never really paid much attention to this before.

She had written three children’s stories by now, including one called "Adventures of Little Stone."

It wasn’t even a hundred thousand words long, and it had already been published, telling the story of a student named Little Stone who, with his family’s dog Big Yellow, journeys through various wondrous worlds.

The wondrous worlds she had written totaled twenty-eight.

She had seen her book in Beidu’s bookstores.

She had not expected it to be sold all the way to Beidu.

And the sales were doing well; the editor-in-chief had said it was about to go into its third printing.

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