After Marrying Him, the Ending Has Changed-Chapter 87 - : Rather Eat Less Myself

Chapter 87: Chapter 87: Rather Eat Less Myself

There was no helping it, he was still thrilled about how his daughter buttered him up yesterday. He simply had to dive into big business to work off the excitement from his daughter’s pep talk the day before.

When he arrived, Old Niu was entertaining a customer, so he waited a while by the side. Only after the customer left did he approach.

“Yo, Changhai, here to exchange tickets again? What kind of tickets are you after this time?” Old Niu teased with a smile.

Jiang Changhai walked over and put his hand on Old Niu’s shoulder, whispering mysteriously, “Big Brother, I’ve got a big deal on my hands, it all depends on whether you’re up for it?”

Old Niu glanced at Jiang Changhai sidelong, patted the bag on his body filled with various tickets, and snorted coldly, “There’s no deal Old Niu is scared of, spit it out, don’t play games with me.”

“Alright, knowing you have the connections, I’ve got a batch of cotton that doesn’t need tickets. I just checked it out; the quality is top-notch, very white and soft. What do you think? Interested?”

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Old Niu’s expression shifted slightly upon hearing Jiang Changhai’s words, and he asked in a lowered voice, “How much do you have?”

Jiang Changhai stretched out one finger and wiggled it.

Old Niu frowned and asked somewhat disdainfully, “A hundred pounds?”

Jiang Changhai shook his head and said proudly, “Add a zero.”

Old Niu gasped, his eyes widened, “A thousand pounds?”

Jiang Changhai nudged Old Niu with his shoulder, asking proudly, “How about that, brother? Didn’t I tell you?”

And that was just the amount they were selling in their town. According to Shao Jianguo, they had hauled several tons over, but it was a pity they couldn’t handle more.

“How are you selling this cotton?” Old Niu inquired.

Jiang Changhai began to quote as per Shao Jianguo’s instructions: “If you take a lot, it’s fifty-five cents per pound, if less, then sixty cents per pound.”

Old Niu, with eyes downcast, was rapidly calculating in his mind, and after a while, he looked at Jiang Changhai and said, “I’ll take eight hundred pounds.”

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When Jiang Changhai heard Old Niu wanted so much, he looked at him in surprise, “Didn’t expect you to have such a stash, Old Niu.”

Eight hundred pounds, at fifty-five cents per pound, that was over four hundred dollars. It seemed he had underestimated Old Niu’s capacity in the past.

Then, the thought of the money he would make from selling eight hundred pounds of cotton made his smile irrepressible, “Alright, when shall we go?”

Old Niu thought for a moment, then said, “How about tomorrow? Come look for me tomorrow, I need to gather some money.”

“Okay.” Having struck a big deal, Jiang Changhai thought about the money that would soon be in his pocket and decided to treat his daughter to an extra meal.

Feeling delightful, he went to the pork shop and bought three pounds of pork, rice, and two bunches of noodles.

His daughter had become so picky from eating refined food at school every afternoon for the last two months that she wasn’t eating as much at home as before.

After buying these items, the ten dollars in his pocket shrunk instantly, but as long as it was something his daughter loved to eat, he was willing to spend any amount.

After greeting Old Man Zheng, Jiang Changhai, knowing his way around, walked into the school cafeteria with the goods.

The cafeteria chef was busy shaping steamed buns. Jiang Changhai placed the pork and rice on the table and said with a beaming smile, “Chef, we’re adding a dish to today’s lunch menu.”

“Here to bring your daughter meat again?” The cafeteria chef had already remembered Jiang Changhai, who after all was one of the few parents who regularly brought meat to the school for their child.

“Yes, my kid is doing great in school. She scored full marks on her test a few days ago and ranked first in her grade. I’d rather eat less myself, just to make sure she eats her fill.” Jiang Changhai took every opportunity he could to brag about his daughter’s achievements.

“Wow, your child is that impressive? I remember she’s not that old, right?”