Chapter 471: Chapter 471: An Unprecedented Purchase on Credit
"Not yet. The good ones won’t look my way."
Goldie Thorne laughed and joked, but in reality, plenty of girls had their eyes on him. After all, the Thorne family’s wealth was plain to see. Though Goldie was a slacker, he was handsome and a smooth talker, so some girls were still willing to marry him.
But Goldie Thorne looked down on all of them. He only wanted to marry a city girl. Those sturdy, robust girls from the countryside weren’t his type, and he didn’t want to ruin a good girl’s life.
"Where are you from? How old are you? I have a niece..."
An enthusiastic woman tried to play matchmaker, but Goldie Thorne hopped on his bike and fled. He didn’t want to get tangled up in any romantic drama. Making money was the priority.
And catching the cheater!
He had instructed a few of his buddies to keep a 24-hour watch on Phoenix Golding, but there was still no news. Goldie Thorne decided to go stake her out himself. If he still came up with nothing, he wouldn’t have the face to see his Sixth Uncle again.
Goldie Thorne found a quiet spot to count the revenue from the past few days. In total, they had made one hundred and ten pieces of clothing and fifty pairs of sleeve protectors. The total revenue should be four hundred and sixty-five yuan. He counted it three times, and the amount was correct.
Adrian Hawthorne had turned those scraps of fabric, which were originally meant to be thrown away, into over four hundred yuan in cash. After deducting the labor costs for making the clothes, their profit was still over three hundred yuan. Goldie Thorne was thoroughly impressed with the kid. ’His brain is like an alien’s; he’s not even like a normal person. Where does he come up with all these ideas?’
They were both human, and he’d been eating rice for over a decade longer, yet he felt that in front of Adrian Hawthorne, his own brain was dumber than a pig’s.
Goldie Thorne neatly stacked the cash, tied it with a rubber band, and carefully put it away. He had to settle the accounts with Adrian Hawthorne when he got back, and the books had to be perfectly clear. As for splitting the profits, Goldie Thorne wasn’t worried at all. Adrian Hawthorne would definitely not shortchange him.
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Adrian Hawthorne was still at Capria Railway Station, a look of unconcealable joy on his face. He truly hadn’t expected Madman to give him goods on credit. Aston Marsh had said Madman’s rule was to never extend credit, not even to regular customers, but he had made an exception for him.
Of course, he wasn’t about to flatter himself into thinking his personal charm had moved Madman. The credit belonged to Fatty Tang.
As soon as they met, Madman had asked about Fatty Tang, and he seemed quite disappointed that the chubby girl hadn’t come. Now, he had entrusted Adrian with bringing a lot of things back for her: cola, all sorts of pastries and candies, and three tins of malted milk powder—enough to last Fatty Tang for half a year.
Right now, he and Will were at the station loading the train car. Madman hadn’t come. Once the car was loaded, Adrian would also board the train back to Vessaria. Because he could get the goods on credit, this trip he had acquired twenty bags of fabric and fifty radios. He had also specifically gotten a bag of scrap fabric—leftovers from the warehouse that were about to be cleared out. When Adrian Hawthorne saw it, he offered to buy it, and Will made the decision to sell it to him for thirty yuan a bag.
"What do you want those scraps for? You can’t make clothes out of them, so you can’t sell them," Will asked, unable to understand.
The scraps were too small for clothes and weren’t even good as rags. Madman had told them to just get rid of them however they wanted. Neither Will nor his men wanted them, so they usually just gave them away for free. They never expected Adrian Hawthorne would actually want to buy them.
Adrian Hawthorne smiled and didn’t hide his plan. "You’re right, you can’t make adult clothes. But you can make children’s clothes. It’s not much trouble, and selling finished garments is more profitable than selling scraps."
Will gave him a sincere thumbs-up. This kid was the same age as his own eldest son, but his son was like a pig in comparison—not even fit to be compared to the boy’s little toe.
After returning, Will recounted what Adrian Hawthorne had said to Madman. Madman couldn’t help but laugh. "This kid is more promising than his old man!"
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