Chapter 1249: Chapter 835: Everyone’s Here
"Take it easy, take it easy."
"Ouch~~!"
Qianqian sat by the stairs, looking at Jiang Nian who was massaging her foot, and couldn’t help but take a sharp breath.
Getting her foot injured early in the morning, it couldn’t get any worse.
She was slightly resentful and complained angrily, "Why don’t you have protective tape on these stairs?"
"I’m not blind."
"You’re blind!!"
Qianqian hit Jiang Nian a few times, but couldn’t bring herself to hit hard, the clingy mood from last night still lingered.
"By the way, do you have anything to do this morning?"
"Yeah, why?" Jiang Nian put away the pain relief liniment, looked up at her, and hesitated.
"You don’t... want to again?"
He didn’t mind, just found it troublesome. At that time, to spare Qianqian from suffering, he chose to take it slow.
It’s like warming up a car, some people warm up quickly and others slowly. Before hitting the highway, rhythm matters more than speed.
Accelerating too fast isn’t necessarily good.
Who can’t floor the accelerator in a straight line?
"What?" Qianqian pretended not to understand, "Anyway, are you coming back or not?"
Jiang Nian thought it over and still kept shipping in mind, "Alright, but I have to check the warehouse first."
For him, pressing the accelerator wasn’t hard labor. But flooring the pedal in a family car was simply a waste.
So most of the time, he could only lightly tap the accelerator. Drive slowly, occasionally hit the highway and such.
Therefore, the driving experience was mediocre.
"Oh, okay." Qianqian responded and was used to it, "Is your store profitable recently?"
"Make it an imperative sentence." Jiang Nian said as he packed up his things and prepared to leave, "Wait for me to come back."
"Oh."
Once Jiang Nian left, Qianqian was immediately at a loss for what to do. She wanted to go out and roam, but felt inconvenient.
It wasn’t anything else, just that her body wasn’t in the best condition.
Although she hadn’t confirmed it, she always felt it might open just by walking a bit, making her hesitant to go out leisurely.
After a while, Qianqian got really bored. She watched TV for a bit and then wandered around the room.
Touching here, wiping there.
Except for sleeping, Jiang Nian didn’t come back to this place much. Few places to gather dust, making it appear clean and tidy.
The space was small, not much stuff around.
She wandered around and eventually found a dusty vase with a bouquet of fake flowers inside.
Red roses.
Probably because Jiang Nian found it troublesome, he took it down from a high place and directly put it on the lowest shelf of the cabinet.
Qianqian was bored and picked up the vase to have a look. She took the fake flowers to wash under the faucet and then put them on the balcony to dry.
She then moved a small stool, found a cloth, and after sitting down, started wiping circles around the narrow mouth of the bottle.
On the other side, Jiang Nian had finished his work. He was getting ready to head back, feeling a subtle peace in his heart.
This line of work wasn’t quick money, but it was stable.
This sounds a bit warped, but for Jiang Nian, while others were gambling on luck, he indeed achieved stability.
One hot product sold well for half a year, one link fed the entire store. Once the store stabilized, the supply chain would be revamped.
Lowering costs and starting a new store at the same time.
Using the old to support the new and replicating the success. Roughly estimated, it could yield half the profit, with some old customer flow.
Actually, Jiang Nian could feel he got into the business a bit late. The golden age had passed, and he could soon hit a bottleneck.
Yet, for now, he wouldn’t worry too much.
Initially, it was just about making the first bucket of gold, the world was so big. If he had money, starting a profitable project would be simple.
Jiang Nian only wanted that first clean bucket of money.
He took a direct taxi back to his place.
In the elevator, Jiang Nian thought he should take a shower first, damn it, being outside made him sweat in no time.
....
Ding-dong.
Qianqian ran over but paused before the door. She hesitated for seven or eight seconds before slowly opening it.
"You’re back?"
"Yeah."
"I’ll take a shower first, this hot weather." Jiang Nian grumbled and quickly darted into the bathroom.
"Oh."
Qianqian’s heart pounded rapidly, realizing he didn’t take clothes for the shower, she covered her flushed face and went upstairs.
She drew the curtains as she passed by.
The room darkened instantly, becoming so quiet that only the sound of water from the bathroom could be heard.
The feeling of waiting was quite peculiar, like flowing water. Or like burning clouds, constantly moving.
It felt like a collapsing meteor burned in her heart, the heat expanding and contracting with every breath.
It was torturous, and a bit sour.
Until there was a noise from the bathroom, after a while, the stairs made a dull creaking sound.
Qianqian hid under the covers, turning her head away.
"I turned on the air conditioning."
"Aren’t you afraid of the cold?" Jiang Nian was surprised, this wasn’t something that could be done in a short time.
"I want to stay under the blanket." Qianqian bit her lip, her voice weak, "Also, don’t turn on the light."
Jiang Nian was surprised but agreed nonetheless.
"Okay."
She seemed to enjoy it, the wait was hard to bear. But this moment was even harder, like having a hundred claws scratching her heart.
Amidst her side glance, she thought again of that vase.
Back and forth wiping.
"What time is your train?" Jiang Nian remembered something and asked casually, "I’ll drive you."
"Four... four thirty."
"Alright, did you tell my dad?" Jiang Nian asked again, "He should be free, can pick you up."
"I... I did."
"Okay."
In the afternoon, on the road to the high-speed rail station.
Jiang Nian suddenly realized. Maybe, he really should buy a car. But then he thought again, he was broke.
Besides, not being in college in Yuhang, there was no point in having a car, leaving it there was just wasting money.
Cars don’t hold their value, they depreciate as soon as they’re driven off the lot.
Jiang Nian thought of Xu Shuang, Old Qian... no. She wasn’t really, well... a county rich woman.
She had a few cars parked in her garage, mostly left for Zhao Yiqiu to drive.
