Getting Rich is Hard? My Supermarket Connects Time! - Chapter 014

Getting Rich is Hard? My Supermarket Connects Time!
Chapter 014 – Alcohol and medicine (2)

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Editor : Chu
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He was worried they’d cause trouble if they couldn’t get their money back.

Xiao Yingchun smiled and nodded, “I got it, Uncle Liang. I’ll prepare.”

After Uncle Liang left, the medicine she ordered on Meituan also arrived, in many large and small boxes.

Xiao Yingchun received them one by one and stored them in the warehouse.

The front door closed, and the back door opened: the cross-time supermarket was open for business again.

As night fell, Fu Chen’an once again stepped into Xiao Yingchun’s store.

The moment she saw him, Xiao Yingchun’s eyes lit up, “You’re here?”

Fu Chen’an responded with a short “Mm” and strode over to the counter.

He had a strong scent of blood on him. His armor and hem were stained with dark red blood. Though his face looked like it had been deliberately cleaned, his hair was messy.

Xiao Yingchun’s heart skipped a beat, “The battle has started?”

Fu Chen’an again gave a brief “Mm” and began looking around.

Xiao Yingchun quickly opened the boxes containing the medicine, “These are the medicines I bought for you. They might be a bit different from the ones you use…”

She picked up a box and handed it to Fu Chen’an, “Can you read the words on this?”

Fu Chen’an glanced at it and shook his head.

Xiao Yingchun nodded, “I figured you wouldn’t. I can’t write your characters either. How about this—I’ll read them out to you, and you can write them down and stick the labels on to take back. How about that?”

Fu Chen’an looked at her deeply. “Thank you.”

Xiao Yingchun pulled out a large pack of price tag stickers used in convenience stores and began reading out the usage and symptoms each medicine treated.

Fu Chen’an held a marker and started writing…

At first, he felt awkward holding the pen—but moments later, it was, “This is amazing!”

Fu Chen’an wrote quickly. Once he finished labeling one medicine, he stuck the note on the plastic bag. Soon, everything was labeled.

Xiao Yingchun then pointed at a dozen plastic barrels, “These are the strong liquor you asked for. Want to try some?”

Fu Chen’an’s eyes flickered. “No need.”

They were attacking the city tonight. Alcohol was strictly forbidden.

“All right, take everything then.” Xiao Yingchun waved her hand to indicate the handover was complete.

Fu Chen’an’s gaze was deep, “If it works well, I’ll come back to you again.”

Xiao Yingchun beamed, “No problem. Just follow the instructions—guaranteed results…”

Fifty thousand yuan worth of medicine and liquor—sold for ten gold ingots in a flash!
At 800,000 per ingot, that’s eight million already!
If you count the previous earnings too… She was getting rich!

Fu Chen’an quickly carted all the goods away using the flatbed carts. Before leaving, he said he’d return the next day.

Once the back door returned to calm, Xiao Yingchun rushed upstairs, locked the gold bars in the safe, then opened the front door.

Uncle Liang had said some people would come tonight to talk about Ge Chunyu’s unpaid debts.

The sky was already dark, and when the door opened, a wave of hot air rushed in.

Not far away, a man selling watermelons from a tricycle was shouting through a loudspeaker. Xiao Yingchun called out, “Boss, give me your two biggest, sweetest melons…”

“Little Yingchun! Your shop’s always closed—what kind of business are you running?”

Old Grandpa Zhao, an elderly neighbor fanning himself, walked by on his evening stroll and teased her with a laugh.

Xiao Yingchun quickly waved him over, “Grandpa Zhao, come, come! I just bought two big watermelons—help me taste if they’re sweet…”

-watermelon

Grandpa Zhao came over and hadn’t even sat down before a slice of juicy red watermelon was pushed into his hands. He smiled with squinted eyes. “Aiyo, our little Yingchun is getting more and more thoughtful…”

Once Grandpa Zhao sat down, the other neighbors who often chatted with him also gathered to say hello.

Xiao Yingchun quickly brought out plastic stools and invited everyone to sit, eat watermelon, and chat—though her eyes kept glancing toward the entrance of the village…

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