Wang Yue drove Li Xiaoman home.
"Who would have thought my little broken car could carry two campus beauties in one day?"
Wang Yue felt a bit like a scumbag.
But he quickly pushed the thought out of his mind.
How could his act of helping others be called being a scumbag?
Wang Yue returned to the school gate of No. 1 High School.
He found the stationery store Li Xiaoman had mentioned.
The stationery store was larger than the one near No. 2 High School.
As Wang Yue walked in, he saw a bald man watching television.
The man didn't greet him at all upon his arrival.
Wang Yue stepped closer and saw that the man was watching Journey to the West, just like his dad.
"Boss."
Wang Yue called out.
"Take what you want yourself," the man said without turning his head.
"Boss, I heard your store is for sale?" Wang Yue asked.
The man turned his head this time and said, "You're quite well-informed. Is there something you need?"
"I want to buy your store. Let's talk," Wang Yue said with a smile.
"Oh ho, you've got a big mouth, kid. Do you know how much my store is worth?" the man said with amusement.
"How much?" Wang Yue asked.
"I plan to sell it for this much," the man said, holding up three fingers.
"300,000?" Wang Yue asked.
"Yes, 300,000," the boss nodded and said, "Are you still planning to buy it?"
The price of 300,000 was quite expensive in Wang Yue's small county town.
Housing prices were only a little over 2,000 yuan per square meter.
This meant that with 300,000 yuan, Wang Yue could buy a house of over 100 square meters.
"Boss, isn't your price a bit too high?" Wang Yue said.
"Where is it high? This is a prime location. If I weren't in urgent need of money, I wouldn't be selling," the man waved his hand and said, "If you can't afford it, go look elsewhere. Either way, my price is this."
"How about 200,000, boss? I've asked around, and stores near here are generally priced around that." Wang Yue said with a smile.
"Oh ho?" The man's interest was piqued. "You really want to buy it?" He hadn't taken Wang Yue seriously before. How much money could a student have?
"Of course it's true. How about this, boss, 200,000, and we can sign the contract now," Wang Yue said with a smile.
"200,000 won't do, it's too little. It has to be at least 250,000," the man shook his head.
"250,000 it is, I'll buy it," Wang Yue said decisively, not wanting to haggle.
"Huh?" The man was stunned. He hadn't even had a chance to deliver his prepared lines, and the student opposite him had agreed so readily? This made the man wonder if he had quoted too low, or if this student was just playing with him.
"When should we sign the contract?" Wang Yue asked with a smile.
"You really want to buy it?" the man asked again, unsure.
"Of course it's true. Boss, don't dally, let's get the contract sorted out today," Wang Yue urged.
At Wang Yue's repeated urging, the two parties tentatively drew up an agreement, and Wang Yue transferred 50,000 yuan as a deposit.
Even as he received the money, the man felt like he was dreaming. His store was sold before he had even put up a sign? But this was good, it solved his urgent problem.
Wang Yue was also very happy. He now owned his first shop, purchased outright, not including rented ones.
The two agreed to pay the remaining balance after the transfer of ownership was completed.
Wang Yue contacted Zhou Dewen again. Based on their previous pleasant cooperation, Wang Yue still intended to use their services for the renovation of this new store.
Upon learning that Wang Yue was opening a second milk tea shop so quickly, and right outside No. 1 High School, Zhou Dewen immediately offered a 50% discount on all future milk tea purchases. Wang Yue replied that free would be fine. How much could a cup of milk tea cost? Compared to their friendship, it was truly insignificant.
And so, the arrangements for the second store were settled. As for a third store, Wang Yue hadn't planned for it yet. He began looking for a suitable location to open an internet cafe. Wang Yue took the matter of the internet cafe quite seriously. On one hand, it was Wang Hu's dream. On the other hand, if the internet cafe was done well, it would be very profitable in the future.
Besides that, Wang Yue also planned to buy a house. His current old apartment was indeed too dilapidated. In his previous life, he lacked the ability to move his parents to a better neighborhood, but in this life, with his ability, he would naturally do so.
In the blink of an eye, it was the weekend. Wang Yue didn't oversleep this weekend. Tu Jiao had already arranged to pick him up at nine o'clock on Saturday morning to go to Lizhou to treat the old man. Wang Yue took this medical visit quite seriously. For this, he specifically bought a more expensive set of silver needles. This set of silver needles was not disposable and cost him several hundred yuan.
At nine o'clock, Tu Jiao arrived punctually, this time in a Maybach. Getting into the car, Wang Yue looked around. He had only seen Maybachs in videos in his previous life, and this was his first time riding in a real one. Tian Yi was driving again this time. Seeing Wang Yue's unworldly expression, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.
"Little brother, you haven't ridden in a Maybach before?"
Wang Yue frankly replied, "I haven't."
Tian Yi hadn't expected Wang Yue to be so honest. Generally, children of Wang Yue's age had a lot of pride and were afraid of being looked down upon.
"Once you cure our old man, let alone a Maybach, you'll be able to afford a Rolls-Royce," Tian Yi said with a smile.
Wang Yue smiled in return and didn't reply.
Tu Jiao looked a bit haggard today. Despite wearing exquisite makeup, it couldn't hide it.
"Miss Tu seems to have a lot on her mind lately," Wang Yue said with a smile.
"You noticed. I've been quite busy lately," Tu Jiao said with a wry smile. If Elder Tu passed away, their family's status would plummet. Recently, the entire family had been mobilizing all their connections to find famous doctors for Elder Tu, but unfortunately, these doctors couldn't find any clues. Elder Tu's health was deteriorating day by day.
Wang Yue could roughly imagine what Tu Jiao was worried about. So he said, "Heaven helps those who help themselves. Miss Tu, you don't need to worry too much."
Tu Jiao perked up and smiled, "I'll have to rely on the divine doctor for my grandfather this time."
"I'm not a divine doctor," Wang Yue shook his head.
"Don't be modest. If it weren't for you last time, I would probably have already met my maker," Tu Jiao said.
Wang Yue thought of the scene of Tu Jiao lying in a pool of blood that night and asked curiously, "What happened to the person who attacked you?"
"He's dead," Tu Jiao's voice was a little cold. Wang Yue nodded; he wasn't too surprised. With the Tu family's influence, finding the attacker should have been easy.
"When they found that person, he was already dead," Tu Jiao added.
Suicide out of guilt? A word popped into Wang Yue's mind.