"What did she go to do?"
"She said she was going to sell something? Sell what?"
"Let's go take a look. Actually, I have enough money if you're short."
"Yes, I have some too."
With that, these few people went to chase after Meng Huai. Wang Ziming and the staff member Tao Tao said, "Please keep this mecha for us, thank you. We'll be right back."
After Wang Ziming finished speaking, he also followed and chased after them. Tao Tao nodded in a daze. wap.kanshuwu.net
The staff member who had just been speaking sarcastically to Tao Tao walked over and said to Tao Tao, "She's definitely just pretending. These people can't afford that much money, and they're afraid of losing face. I think Tao Tao, you should put the mecha away. They definitely won't be coming back."
This person was jealous that Tao Tao had sold a mecha worth over a hundred million. If this deal with Meng Huai also went through, it would directly threaten her position as the top salesperson. She hadn't gone over to serve them just now because she saw they were a group of students. That male student had bought a mecha worth over a hundred million star coins after just trying it out, and she regretted it immensely.
That's why she had been so sarcastic. However, Tao Tao, perhaps not understanding, just said, "It's okay, I'll wait a bit. What if they do come back?"
On the other side, Meng Huai ran directly to the "Questioning Heart Hall." The boss from last time was still there, and he clearly recognized Meng Huai.
"Oh, it's you, little girl. How is it? Do you still want to buy paper? Weren't the ones I gave you last time very good?"
Seeing the boss there, Meng Huai felt relieved. She said, "Boss, your paper is quite good. I'm here today to ask if you buy paper."
The boss was stunned and then burst into laughter. He thought that Meng Huai was going to sell him the paper he had given her last time.
He said, "Little girl, you mean the paper from last time? Although I sell it for a thousand star coins a sheet, the purchase price is not the same."
The boss felt that Meng Huai, being so old, didn't need to be explained too much about the transaction.
Meng Huai shook her head and said to the boss, "It's not the paper you gave me last time, boss. I've used all of that paper. The paper I want to sell is of even better quality than the paper in your shop."
The boss was pleasantly surprised to hear Meng Huai's words. "Oh? Is that so? Then I can take a look."
Although this boss's "Questioning Heart Hall" was located in such a place, it had many regular customers. Moreover, he also had an online store, and it was even a popular online shop.
The ancient flute the boss had bought from Meng Huai last time was sold the very next day. The boss had bought the flute for eighty thousand star coins and sold it for two hundred thousand. This transaction had been extremely profitable, and the boss's antique cultural goods shop had no shortage of buyers.
Hearing the boss's words, Meng Huai felt that there was a good chance.
So, she took out the paper she had made from her spatial ring. She had made a lot of talismans last time, but she still had a lot of paper left. The large tree in the space had been cut down, but it had since recovered. If she ran out of paper, she could continue to make more, so Meng Huai felt no heartache. Solving her immediate financial crisis was the key. Kanshu.
The boss saw Meng Huai take out a stack of paper from her bag and picked one up to rub it. Both the thickness and the feel of the paper were indeed better than the paper in the shop.
Meng Huai took out a brush and ink, and said to the boss, "Boss, I want to buy a sheet of paper from your shop."
You can't catch a wolf without sacrificing a lamb. She didn't have any of the paper she'd been given last time left. After paying a thousand star coins, the boss handed her a sheet of the shop's paper, wanting to see what Meng Huai intended to do.
Meng Huai borrowed the boss's table and arranged the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone. She wrote a few characters on the paper she had brought and on the boss's paper. Her classmates watched Meng Huai's actions silently, not daring to make a sound.
The boss stood to Meng Huai's left, watching her write. Her strokes were smooth and flowing, exuding elegance.
"What beautiful calligraphy!"
The boss blurted out in admiration for Meng Huai's writing, but at the same time, he understood the intention behind her actions.
He looked at the effect of the same brush and ink on different types of paper. The ink on his shop's paper had bled slightly, making the beautiful calligraphy less perfect.
Meng Huai put down her brush and asked with a smile, "How is it, boss? How much do you think my paper is worth?"
The boss directly brought his fist to his palm and said, "How about a thousand per sheet? I'll take all this paper you have, and if you have more, I'll take that too!"
His shop's paper had a stable customer base. Although most people didn't write calligraphy anymore, there was still a small portion of people who enjoyed the feeling of writing. The sense of solidness that came from writing was something machines couldn't provide.
"Okay."
Meng Huai agreed. She only had about two thousand sheets on her, and she was still short of some money...
While Meng Huai was pondering this problem, the boss's words saved her again.
"Little girl, you... are you selling this ink?"
Well, when you fall asleep, someone sends you a pillow.
Meng Huai directly took out ten bottles of ink. They were contained in simple, small bottles, unpretentious and elegant, each holding fifty milliliters.
At this moment, the boss saw Meng Huai taking out more things and said with his mouth wide open, "Little girl, your bag doesn't look big, but it can hold quite a lot."
Meng Huai laughed it off, waving the hand with the spatial ring on it, and said, "Oh, this bag has a large capacity."
Meng Huai took out these ten bottles of ink and arranged them neatly on the table, her smile becoming even more pronounced.
"Boss, give me your price!"
This deal made the boss happy, and Meng Huai happy too.
The boss pondered for a moment and said, "How about three thousand?"
Meng Huai happily sold another ten bottles of ink, bringing her total earnings to two million three hundred thousand.
However, Meng Huai looked at the balance on her light screen: "Seven million five hundred forty-three thousand one hundred thirty-two star coins. I'm still short by over four hundred thousand."
Meng Huai muttered to herself, life is truly difficult. To buy a mecha, she was going bankrupt and still not enough.
The boss was very close to Meng Huai and heard her murmuring. The classmates around her were also looking at Meng Huai, likely understanding her thoughts.
"Classmate Meng, how much are you short? I can lend you some."
"Yes, yes, I can lend it to you."
The boss looked at them and said, "You students are quite affectionate."
Then the boss looked at Meng Huai and said, "Little girl, how about you sell me these two pieces of calligraphy? How about fifty thousand?"
The boss pointed to the two pieces of calligraphy Meng Huai had just written on the table. They read: "The mountain of books has a way, seek it diligently."
Upon hearing the boss's words, Meng Huai turned her head to look into the boss's eyes. The boss was also looking at Meng Huai, and Meng Huai nodded heavily and said, "Okay."
Meng Huai knew very well that the boss had realized she was still short of money, but he was helping her in this way.
Meng Huai thought to herself, in this world, she had only encountered kindness. This feeling was truly wonderful.