Getting Rich is Hard? My Supermarket Connects Time! - Chapter 015

Getting Rich is Hard? My Supermarket Connects Time!
Chapter 015 – Debt-collecting incident (1)

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Almost naturally, a group of old neighbors gathered in front of the Yingchun Supermarket.

The neighbors started asking Xiao Yingchun all kinds of questions.

Someone asked if she had found a partner yet.
Someone else asked why she came back.
And others asked why her aunt wasn’t running the store anymore.

Xiao Yingchun took the chance to vent. She told them that Ge Chunyu said she would only continue managing the shop if she got paid, and that she had also owed suppliers for a lot of goods.

As soon as she said this, the neighbors started talking.

“Your aunt is too much! She used your family’s shop to do business, didn’t give you a cent, and now wants you to pay her?”

“Little Chun, don’t pay off her debt! If you do, she’ll just keep buying on credit in your name. That’s a bottomless pit!”

Xiao Yingchun looked troubled, “Sigh! Some suppliers are coming later to ask for payment. I’m really worried.”

“Don’t worry! We’re here!”

“We’ll speak up for you!”

“Yeah, people need to be reasonable. If they’re not, tell them to go to court!”

The neighbors were full of a sense of justice and said they would stay and help when the suppliers came.

Xiao Yingchun was moved, but also felt a little guilty—was this considered using them?

Just then, a small car pulled up. Four people got out and walked straight into the shop.
“Where’s the owner? Call the owner out.”

Xiao Yingchun, who was already at the door, “I’m the owner.”

Two men with bags under their arms looked her up and down. One in a black polo shirt spoke first,
“Where’s your mom? I’m looking for your mom.”

Xiao Yingchun replied calmly, “My mom passed away in a car accident last year. If you want to find her… that’ll be a bit difficult.”

You’ll have to go find her down there.

Black polo shirt man: “……”

The man in the blue checkered shirt next to him, who looked slightly younger, stepped in at this point. His tone was fairly polite.

“I heard from Uncle Liang today that you were restocking and bringing in a lot of compressed biscuits?”

Xiao Yingchun glanced at him. “What does that have to do with you?”

The man in the checkered shirt stepped forward and handed over a business card, introducing himself.

“I’m Wei Xiang, owner of Feixiang Wholesale. Over the past year, I supplied goods worth more than 30,000 yuan to Yingchun Supermarket, and they haven’t paid yet. I’m here today to collect that debt.”

“These three are in a similar situation.”

“May I ask, what is your relationship with the previous store owner, Ge Chunyu?”

In just a few sentences, he clearly explained why he was there.

Xiao Yingchun liked dealing with people who were clear and direct. “That’s my aunt. Last year, my parents passed away in an accident…”

She explained the whole situation.

“If you want to collect the debt, you’ll need to go directly to my aunt. Coming to me won’t help.”

“When she took over, we signed a contract. I cleared the debts from before, and after that, she was responsible. We don’t owe each other anything.”

As she spoke, Xiao Yingchun pulled out the contract she had prepared and showed it to Wei Xiang.

After reading it, Wei Xiang’s face darkened. He had already asked around with Uncle Liang, and after seeing the contract, he confirmed that he had been tricked by Ge Chunyu.

The faces of the three men nearby also turned grim.

One of them said resentfully, “Well, she’s still family. If she’s in debt, you should help pay it back.”

“Besides, didn’t you just land a big deal? This small amount shouldn’t matter to you.”

Xiao Yingchun didn’t like that.

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