"It's all that hateful brat's fault. He went out feasting, flirting, and now his dad gets his ears pulled and sleeps on the sofa!"
"What the heck?!"
Wang Qing sat on the sofa, grumbling:
"Just you wait, when that kid comes back, I'll teach him a lesson!"
Unexpectedly, Wang Yi thoroughly enjoyed this drinking party, and it didn't end quickly.
By the time Wang Yi returned home, it was almost eleven o'clock.
To his surprise, Wang Qing was not asleep, but sitting formally on the sofa, waiting for him.
His mother next to him was also awake, scrutinizing him.
Something felt off!
Wang Yi thought about it, but couldn't figure out why.
He decided that if things went wrong, he would preemptively sacrifice his dad!
"Brat, you finally remembered to come back!" Wang Qing snorted coldly, very displeased.
'This great filial son, he's killing me with filial piety!'
'If this account isn't settled, you won't sleep!'
"Indeed, something is wrong!"
Wang Yi had been drinking, but his mind was still clear.
He said with a chuckle,
"Dad, are you angry?"
"Nonsense, how can I not be angry with the good things you've done? You're really infuriating me."
Wang Yi sighed:
"Oh! What's there to be angry about? I just took your private stash to start a business. I didn't even lose money."
"???"
"My private stash?"
Wang Qing's expression changed drastically, and he felt utterly unwell.
Was that something you could say?
You brat, you're screwing your dad over!
You're not human!
Wang Shulin, who had originally been scrutinizing Wang Yi, also turned to look at Wang Qing, her gaze chilling.
Cold sweat immediately broke out on Wang Qing, and his back felt cold:
"Brat, don't talk nonsense, where do I have any private money? All my money is with your mom, I don't have a single cent!"
"Ah, no? Then whose are the 6,000 yuan hidden under my bed?"
"Don't talk nonsense, there were clearly only 5,900!"
Wang Qing blurted out, then regretted it endlessly:
"Damn it, you brat, you tricked me!"
"Right, right, right, it's 5,900, not 6,000!"
Wang Yi slapped his head:
"Oops, I remembered it wrong."
"You…"
Wang Qing pointed at Wang Yi, his body trembling with anger, then looked at Wang Shulin:
"Wife, let me explain."
"Alright, let's go, back to the room, I'll listen to your explanation carefully!"
Wang Shulin smiled slightly, stood up, and the feather duster from the sofa was already in her hand.
"Wife, no!"
"Misunderstanding!"
"It's all a misunderstanding!"
Wang Qing hurriedly chased after her, his head as big as a bushel.
Watching this scene, Wang Yi sighed:
"Dad, I'm sorry. To protect your son, I can only sacrifice you temporarily. Don't worry, I'll buy you Maotai another day!"
Wang Qing was furious: "You brat, just you wait, this isn't over!"
Wang Yi smiled:
"Mom, don't be angry, my dad just made a mistake that every man makes."
Wang Qing glared at Wang Yi:
"!!!"
Wang Yi continued:
"It's just some private money, isn't it? Only 5,900, not 59,000. What's the big deal! Right, Dad."
"You shut up!"
Wang Qing was infuriated, and slammed the bedroom door shut.
If Wang Yi said another word, he wouldn't be able to sleep tonight!
Soon, the sounds of "ouch" and "ho-ho" echoed from the master bedroom again.
Wang Yi laughed dumbly:
"Dad's family status is worrying. I must never be like this!"
Inside the room, the more Wang Qing thought, the angrier he became: "That brat, truly filial, killing me with filial piety! Ouch!"
"This son is hopeless. Ouch!"
…
Early the next morning, Wang Qing, with dark circles under his eyes, walked out of the bedroom looking utterly devoid of life:
"Brat, you come out here!"
But unfortunately, Wang Yi had already made his escape.
"This rascal!"
Wang Qing's face turned dark with anger:
"Just you wait, you can hide in the morning, but you can't hide at night. I don't believe you won't come back tonight!"
Taishi Shoe Factory.
"Sister Han, this is the last truckload of goods. Your odd-sized shoes are cleared out,"
Wang Yi said, feeling a sense of accomplishment.
This was his first venture, over 15,000 pairs of odd-sized shoes, earning him over 450,000 yuan.
Han Caili was beaming with joy:
"In eight days, you not only helped me clear out years of accumulated odd-sized shoes but also freed up a large warehouse for me. Thank you, little brother Wang, I'm truly grateful."
"Sister Han, you overstate it."
"Are you free tonight? InterContinental Hotel, my treat!"
Han Caili smiled.
Wang Yi thought about it; his dad might settle accounts with him tonight if he went home, so he decisively agreed:
"Free, absolutely free!"
"Then tonight, I'll have the driver pick you up."
"Okay," Wang Yi replied.
What surprised Wang Yi was that what was supposed to be over 15,000 pairs of odd-sized shoes, the last truckload turned out to be over 2,800 pairs more!
"Sister Han, so you actually had over 16,000 pairs of odd-sized shoes here!"
Wang Yi laughed:
"That's a thousand pairs more than the contract we signed. I'll transfer another 5,000 yuan to you!"
"No need! These thousand pairs are a gift to brother Wang!" Han Caili waved her hand, not caring at all.
Odd-sized shoes can't all be sold; some will always be left over.
The extra thousand pairs were just to make up for this.
She didn't know that Wang Yi had actually sold all of them.
Among 500,000 to 600,000 people in ten townships, there would be buyers for every shoe size.
"Then thank you very much, Sister Han."
"See you tonight!"
"Okay, see you tonight."
After handing over this truckload of goods to Song Yang and Huang Cui and collecting yesterday's payment.
Wang Yi returned home and continued to work on Meiyou code in seclusion.
It wasn't until past five in the afternoon, when Wang Qing was about to get off work, that he left for the banquet.
This time, besides Han Caili, there was another woman, the owner of a clothing factory, Chen Fenfen, whom Han Caili introduced.
She was also Wang Yi's gambler classmate, Qi Kaisheng's mother!
However, no one brought up such a disappointing person.
They raised their glasses, mostly asking Wang Yi for help with the backlog of clothes.
Wang Yi naturally agreed. Zheng Yun's 22,000 pairs of leather shoes might not sell out in half a month.
After that, he would have to rely on Chen Fenfen's clothes.
This was his only source of cash at the moment.
After dinner, Wang Yi felt a bit guilty thinking about his dad, so he simply followed Chen Fenfen back to check out the goods in the warehouse.
Over 10,000 short-sleeved shirts, over 10,000 pairs of shorts.
Over 10,000 long-sleeved shirts, and over 10,000 pairs of pants.
Over 50,000 pieces of clothing, he bought them all for a flat price of 100,000 yuan.
Short-sleeved shirts averaged one yuan per piece, and long-sleeved shirts three yuan per piece.
These leftover items were sold by the kilogram in southern wholesale markets!
Leftover down jackets were only ten yuan per piece.
However, e-commerce was not developed in townships, and people relied on physical stores to buy clothes.
Physical stores had much higher costs for rent, labor, and materials than e-commerce, and much lower sales, so prices naturally had to be high!
A short-sleeved shirt sold for over 30 yuan online would have to sell for 50 or 60 yuan in a physical store to make a profit.
A long-sleeved shirt sold for 40 or 50 yuan online would have to sell for 70 or 80 yuan in a physical store!
Wang Yi planned to sell short-sleeved shirts at 100 yuan for four pieces, and long-sleeved shirts at 100 yuan for three pieces.
Sales should not be a problem, and the profit would still be considerable.
Similarly, Wang Yi signed an agreement to clear out the inventory within three months.
After all this traveling again, it was already midnight when he got home.
"At this hour, old Wang should be asleep, right?"
Wang Yi thought, cautiously opening the door and checking that no one was in the living room, completely relieved.
He tiptoed back to his bedroom, just about to take off his shoes and sleep, when a clear, cold voice sounded next to him:
"You're back, son."
Wang Yi: "…"
Wang Qing sat up from Wang Yi's bed, smiling:
"You hid from me all night, but you couldn't escape. Aren't you surprised? Aren't you taken aback?"
Wang Yi: "…"
I was careless!
I shouldn't have come back today, I should have run away from home!
"Come, son, let's have a good chat, father and son, about the private stash!"
Wang Qing cheerfully picked up the feather duster next to him.
Wang Yi: "!!!"
(End of chapter)
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