Chapter 32 - Carrying Goods

By the time Wu Ye got home, Pang Zhi had already delivered the goods he wanted. There were several boxes packed full with things worth several hundreds of jin. Originally, Pang Zhi wanted to have a proper chat with Wu Ye, but at the time, he was not around. And while he was waiting in his house, the company called and said that there's a matter that he needed to deal with personally.

Since the fall of the Wu family, Pang Zhi's life was not as smooth as before. Under the instigation of those mistresses and illegitimate children, his old man began to blame him for not having eyes and nose all day long.

Since Pang Zhi was a smooth and meticulous guy, he managed to make people think that there were no problems. However, he had to live with his tail tucked between his legs. So, when he received the call, he didn't dare to stay any longer. Several times, he had not given in to Father Wu's persuasion to stay back, and left the house after receiving the payment for the things at the cost price.

Wu Ye checked the goods one by one, noting that almost everything had the basic info printed, like the product names, place of production, and the manufacturer's details on the packaging. The small candy wrappers too had a list of ingredients printed on them.

Sweets and chocolates were still alright. It's not that difficult to repackage it. But, what about goods like compressed biscuits, snickers, and whole milk powder? When these goods were un-packaged, they were easy to get moldy. These goods were real luxuries in Lan Cheng, so the sales turnover rate for these things was definitely not as fast as the rate they were going to get musty.

What should we do?

Looking at his son's anxious face, Father Wu's heart was worried. He took a look at the goods, looking at it over and over again, before an idea struck him. "Look at how foolish you are! Don't you know how to buy a vacuum packaging machine?"

At that, Wu Ye incessantly nodded his head. "This method is a good one. Hua Peng should have a whole range of those. I should ask him to help me get a good one."

Hua Peng's family's foreign trade business was very big. Thus, everything was in a mess, and there was indeed a wide range of products available to them. So, at noon, when Hua Peng got Wu Ye's call, he sent over someone to deliver an imported vacuum packaging machine to the latter's that very afternoon.

The delivery man not only helped install it, but also taught them how to operate the machine. Furthermore, he also brought several boxes of plastic bags of different specifications for Wu Ye.

The vacuum packaging machine that Hua Peng bought for Wu Ye had complete features and was easy to operate. The only problem was the fact that it took a lot of time and energy disassembling and reassembling the goods. Wu Ye was only able to do it for more than 100 packets of compressed biscuits before he started to holler in grief.

"Old man, why don't we just open a food processing factory? Wait, no. Just a small workshop is enough. As long as someone can do these things for us." As Wu Ye spoke, the more sensible, he thought, his idea was.

Besides, he had to stay in the world of zombies for at least a year. He couldn't do it like this all the time. Not to mention only having three products for a long time would make people in that world suspicious, even their neighbors, upstairs and downstairs, would be wondering.

Furthermore, the gold, diamond, jade, and other precious stones he'd brought back from the zombie's world must have a proper platform for some of it to be openly sold, right?

Father Wu took one pack of compressed biscuits and proceeded to open it. However, he accidentally broke a corner of the compressed biscuit. For a moment, he was silent before he spoke out. "I have never been in this industry. And, everyone has their own secret recipe for their good food. Furthermore, the crux of the matter is the fact that our name has been blackened. Who would we sell our products to?"

"I'll take some and sell it over there. I'll give the rest to Pang Zhi for free, for promotion purposes."

"Nonsense, if the products are not good, even if you give it to others for free, they won't want them. Are you trying to muck up the business' reputation?"

Father Wu's ability to create his own business from scratch didn't only depend on his unique vision and past opportunities, but also on excellent quality he delivered. And, in the past, those points enabled Father Wu to have a firm foothold in the business circle. So, Father Wu, who had been long since used to preparing products of good quality, before it's launch in the market, didn't think highly of Wu Ye's idea of muddling along.

Second Young Master Wu went on prattling his rotten idea aloud, "If worse comes to worst, we'll spend some money to get headhunters 'obtain' some recipes for us. If not, we'll have them poach some core-talent for us. Anyway, we aren't planning to make it a large factory either."

"The more you speak, the more unreliable your idea becomes." Father Wu glared at him. "Who will sell good recipes to others? Do you think those you can poach with just money can be the company's backbone? You can't keep them if they're truly the backbone."

Second Young Master Wu rolled his eyes, before a sly idea came to him. "Old man, don't say that. Even if we can't get other people's secret recipes, there are always standard recipes for goods like sweets and compressed biscuits. I don't ask it to be like the delicacy sold to me in the past. As long as the food can be eaten, then it is good enough."

Wu Ye stopped to take a breath before continuing, "If you want to constantly improve the taste, you can recruit some experienced and innovative people, and set up the food development department, there will certainly exist some brave men who'll come. As long as you're willing to pay money, are you afraid that those people won't empty their brains to create recipes to give to you? If that doesn't work, I can try to see if I can get you one or two recipes from over there."

Father Wu agreed in his heart, but he deliberately wanted to test his son. "Even if you can figure out the recipe step by step, what about the factory? Where do you plan to set up the factory? How big will the factory building be? Where will the machinery and equipment come from? Is there enough money in our house to do it? Besides, you can only take a few things with you at a time, what's to be done about the sales of the remaining goods?"

"Aren't there a few food factories in the old industrial zone that have gone bankrupt? There should be some random ones who'll transfer the great majority of their property, and then the only thing we'll need to do is repair the old machinery and equipment. We can even ask for Hua Peng's help, especially since he has a wide range of products." Wu Ye immediately answered, eyes bright with impish intention.

"Besides, buying imported equipment from him is not much more expensive than buying domestic ones. Moreover, how many years have you and mom been friends with Uncle Hua and Aunt Xu? Also, isn't it reasonable to help old friends who are in hardship? As for the sales, there is no need to worry about that. If we can't sell it, we will give it to Pang Zhi for free, and let him take it back to his supermarket to be used as free promotion." Wu Ye stated. But then, as if thinking it was not enough, he added the following sentence.

"As long as the flavor is good enough, later on, I'd sell some to Pang Zhi, and then ask Hua Peng's help to sell some abroad. Why would we have to worry about sales? Besides, for these compressed biscuits and sweets, once I bring them over there, the question would be 'how many grams of gold can I sell them for?'. Like these compressed biscuits, I will be able to sell them at the price of at least 10 grams of gold per package. If I resell all of it, won't it cover the employment costs of 2000 young Chinese cyber-nationalist? It'd be more profitable than those who sell powder."

Father Wu sighed. "This is the wealth coming from a troubled country. Oh, that's right, is it dangerous for you to sell the goods there? Anyway, be sure to make your fortune while keeping a low profile. Carefully restrain your habit of being ostentatious and be careful of everything. It doesn't matter whether you can make money or not, the only thing that matters is to not let the world know the secret of your ability to cross between worlds or you won't know how you died."

How to break the news that someone already knew the secret?

Wu Ye fiddled with the machine guiltily and said, "Don't worry. I have a sense of propriety. I still have to protect my life and live a happy and prosperous life in the future after all."

"Happy and prosperous life?" Father Wu couldn't help but stare at his son. "How old are you to wish for a happy and prosperous life? Your mother and I didn't enjoy a happy and prosperous life until I was 50 years old, and it still ended up like this. You just put away those lazy bones of yours for me. I can get the food factory for you, but the enterprise must be legally put under your name. So, when you come back and settle down, you can run your own business well."

Oh no!

Second Young Master Wu felt as if he had done a stupid thing, like he had just picked up a stone, only to drop it on his own foot.

However, looking at his father's serious and expectant eyes, Wu Ye couldn't bring himself to say 'no'.

Ai, no matter. This business is only the first step to be done. When he'd come up with the artificial intelligence later on, the old man wouldn't be in charge of the small food factory, and at that time, he would just shut it down.

Still, Wu Ye still hemmed hawed over the matter, before reluctantly accepting it. Father and Mother Wu, who saw this, breathed a sigh of relief.

This gave Wu Ye a wake-up call. So, that night, he rummaged through the cabinets for a long time, before finally finding the two business management textbooks that the old man had bought for him. He tore the seal of the books, to see the entirely brand-new pages.

"Ah Li, you can turn over these two books when you have time. Just take it as reading a novel and have fun. However, you must not tire yourself out, you understand?"

Wu Li looked at the two books that were thicker than bricks, then looked at his unreliable Second Brother who looked as if there was a big tail wagging behind him. In an instant, he looked as if he was dazzled as he nodded his head.

"I know that our family's Ah Li is the best!" Since the Second Young Master Wu's treachery was a success, he contentedly pinched his little brother's thin cheek, eyes narrowing with laughter.

Ah Li didn't want to be outdone by his brother so he retaliated and pinched his brother's bulging cheek. The two brothers were messing with each other, laughing out loud. The sounds went out of the room, reaching Father and Mother Wu's ear.

The couple smiled at each other and couldn't help but feel that, regardless how much they had lost, as long as the two children were still good, then it's fine. To them, it was more important than anything else in their life.

Four days passed in the blink of an eye. Through his channels, Father Wu managed to buy two pieces of penicillin, one especially efficacious cold medicine, two pieces of Yunnan Baiyao, and two pieces of Hua Hong Die Da alcohol for injury. Penicillin and cold medicine were both in the form of capsules, and they needed to be removed and repacked one by one into a small medicine bottle.

In contrast, Hua Hong Die Da alcohol was easier to handle. They just needed to directly change the bottle. Meanwhile, Yunnan Baiyao was a spray, so it took a lot of time to repack it into a 50ml plastic spray bottle.

In order to bring more goods to the greatest extent he could, Wu Ye found a tailor's shop and asked someone to sew a super 'coat' for him. This 'Clothes' resembled an extremely abstract dress that was as tall as Wu Ye. When worn, only his head could be outstretched. Both the inside and outside of the coat had bags sewn to it. The bags differed in sizes, and in total it added up to 20 layers to the coat, with each being sewn with a strong zipper.

After getting the clothes, Wu Ye couldn't wait to try its storage function, and the result was unexpectedly good.

There were 60 bottles of Yunnan Baiyao in 50ml container, 60 bottles of Hua Hong Die Da alcohol for injury in a 50ml container, 40 packs of compressed biscuits, 75 bottles of 30 pill penicillin, 25 bottles of 30 pill of the especially efficacious cold medicine, 60 pieces of snickers, 100 chocolates, 350 pieces of hard sugar fruits, and finally, 50 packets of fake chinese medicine.

The value of these things was much greater than the 50 bags of counterfeit Zhong Hua cigarettes he brought along last time. With these rare goods, no matter how bad the location of the duty-free shop was, he was not afraid of having no one visit his door.

Wu Ye then asked the system whether these things exceeded his size.

After getting confirmation, he asked Mother Wu to find a belt and tied it on his leg. He also asked his mother to put five packs of counterfeit cigarettes on the front and back of his collar, and tied them up with cloth strips. While holding two bottles of Chanel No. 5, a low-key luxury perfume that was bottled in 150ml container, Wu Ye also had his specially bought the local most famous crispy chicken packed in the vacuumed bag, and tied it on his belt. In order to appease his number one brother who might still be angry at him.

This special 'coat' really wasted little space, but it's a little too weird to look at. So, when they saw Wu Ye wrapped up and becoming a big dumpling, the family's worries when they parted were diluted by a good margin.

In the other world, it had been four days and four nights since Wu Ye left.

Qin Wuhua sat in the room, absent-mindedly maintaining his rifle.

The day after Wu Ye left, Ji Xiang sent a message, inviting Qin Wuhua and others to his house for a small gathering. Ji Xiang had the mind to attract Qin Wuhua, whose ability was second only to his own third-order thunder ability, to his own camp. Meanwhile, Qin Wuhua wanted to rely on Ji Xiang to gain a firm foothold in Lan Cheng. The two hit it off with each other, so, they were joyously conversing with one another.

Ji Xiang tried to see whether Qin Wuhua would leave Wu Ye and worked under him, but it was not to be since, when he broached that topic, Qin Wuhua's expression changed and he had almost turned hostile and left.

Ji Xiang was a somewhat slick and sly person. Hence he promptly passed over the previous topic. At the same time, he also took the initiative to send Qin Wuhau a single small building, which had three floors that was divided into 14 rooms and a small courtyard. It looked a bit like those farmhouses outside.

In Lan Cheng, in order to save more arable lands, there were only less than one thousand houses that were built in such a set-up. The rent for each of these buildings was astonishingly high, hence this small building could definitely be considered as a luxury house.

Now, Ji Yun and the others had all moved away to that house, and Qin Wuhua was the only one left in the empty rental house.

Even if he didn't know where he came from, he's sure that Wu Ye would come back.

In the quiet room, Qin Wuhua could hear a voice, coming from the bottom of his heart, speaking in an enticing whisper. That Wu Ye was headstrong, he wouldn't come back. Even if he came back, he wouldn't necessarily come back to find him. Another voice retorted, he knew Wu Ye's secret. He would definitely come to him if he returned.

The enticing voice said, his secret was so magical that he could just change his base. Maybe he had already gone to another base.

The other voice rebutted. Apart from Li Min Sheng, it's very difficult to find another person who would be able to decipher the core structure of artificial intelligence for him. So, he would certainly come back.

The enticing voice scoffed contemptuously. So, you're still not the one who can genuinely make him stay. Besides, once he got all the information he wanted on artificial intelligence and became rich in the other world, would he still stay in this world?

At the thought of Wu Ye leaving this world completely, Qin Wuhua felt an indescribable feeling of suffocation from the bottom of his heart.

He'd been doing a lot of thinking these past few days. He wanted Wu Ye to stay by his side. However, to say that he had no interest about benefit at all, would absolutely be a falsehood, but from the bottom of his heart, he actually cared more about Wu Ye's faint sense of satisfaction when he stayed at his side than anything else. Whenever he saw Wu Ye's brilliant smile that was without a trace of haze in it, he would feel a strong warmth which seemed to dispel the coldness in his heart.

When all was said and done, Wu Ye and him were...

Suddenly, a white light flashed across the room, making Qin Wuhua look up only to see a strange 'guy' appear out of thin air, whining at him to come over as he smashed the flooring. Qin Wuhua subconsciously tossed his rifle, got up, and held the guy in his arms. At this crucial moment, his lips brushed across the guy's cheek that he had longed for days and nights.

The veteran, who had always been calm, opened his eyes wide in an instant, and his wheat colored skin was no longer able to cover the flush that was creeping up his ears.

[The author has something to say: Light a candle for Wuhua, and then light a candle for Second Young Master Wu too. You all know the reason~~~]