Shen Yunyun hadn't expected the kid to be so straightforward, answering whatever she asked without holding back—wasn't he afraid she'd lowball him?
She felt a bit of sympathy for his situation, but since he could pull off a business this big, he probably wasn't short on cash.
So she shoved the apple back into the young man's hand. "Then you've got some pretty bad luck."
With that, she turned to leave.
Liao Zhen quickly grabbed the bag of apples he'd just torn open and held it out. "Little sis, take these apples—big bro's treat. Go on, take 'em."
Shen Yunyun was handed a bag of apples and blinked.
"I've still got a whole warehouse full."
She blinked again.
No wonder his childhood friend had managed to bail out in time—everything had been dumped on this big, clueless fool.
She weighed the bag in her hand. It was a twenty-pound sack.
Factoring in storage and shipping costs, this bag alone was worth over 160 yuan. Giving it away just like that—pretty generous.
"How much stock do you have here?"
"Eighty thousand pounds."
Hearing that, Shen Yunyun did some quick math in her head. If each welfare package had two pounds of apples, eighty thousand pounds meant forty thousand packages. Even if they'd prepared extra, it'd still be over thirty thousand.
Whoever he'd partnered with before must've been someone big—someone who could authorize giving out thirty to forty thousand Dragon Boat Festival welfare packages couldn't be just anybody.
"I'll take all these apples," Shen Yunyun said, weighing the bag in her hand.
"Heh, just take 'em home and eat 'em—no charge, big bro's treat."
"I said I'm buying all the apples you have here."
Liao Zhen was about to insist she take them for free when it suddenly hit him what she meant. His face lit up with surprise. "You mean you want all the apples I've got here?"
Shen Yunyun nodded casually.
"But the cold storage lease runs out in ten days. If I renew, it's a three-month minimum."
"No problem."
Liao Zhen, a grown man, suddenly burst into tears.
"Wahhh..."
Shen Yunyun: "..."
Wasn't he fine just a second ago? Why the sudden waterworks?
"Sis, you're my real sis." Liao Zhen wiped his tears, grabbed Shen Yunyun's arm excitedly.
Shen Yunyun said, "I'll transfer the money."
Liao Zhen quickly pulled out his phone.
She immediately transferred 800,000 yuan.
Liao Zhen grinned and asked, "The cold storage is only good for ten more days—can you sell all the stock in that short a time?"
"Don't worry about that. Just have your workers load the apples back up for me."
"Got it." Liao Zhen hurried off to tell the workers to reload all the apples.
He came bounding back, eager to treat Shen Yunyun to a meal.
She didn't hesitate and went along with him.
The truck driver shook his head. Two carefree souls—weren't they afraid he'd just drive off with the goods?
And that girl, she looked young and easy to fool. The guy said he had eighty thousand pounds, and she just transferred the money based on that?
One was a clueless fool, and the other wasn't much better.
He wondered just how rich a family had to be to raise two such spendthrifts.
Over dinner, Shen Yunyun learned that Liao Zhen came from a modest background—a kid from a remote mountain village.
His family was poor. His mother died when he was very young, and his father and grandmother raised him.
He'd done well in school, made it out of the mountains, and wanted to give back to his hometown with all his heart.
He chose to return home as a college graduate to start a business, leading the villagers in growing grapes.
When harvest season came, he couldn't sell the grapes, but he couldn't bear to see the villagers' year of hard work go to waste. So he took out a loan and bought up all the village's grapes himself.
But he couldn't move the stock fast enough, and within a year, he was tens of thousands in debt.
Despite being buried in debt, the villagers still thought he'd made a killing off them.