Chapter 67: 67 She must not lose this job

67 She must not lose this job

In the end, Sun Ying still paid for this meal.

Bai Yu still owed Tushan Jiu for the meal.

Although Bai Yu's previous matter didn't involve a deferred knife, the Bai family also presented a thank-you gift.

Bai Yu's agent came to pick him up, and Sun Ying also left together with them.

Tushan Jiu also got into the car.

Today's driver was the nephew of Steward Wu, named Wu Shuyue; he is not very old and is a retired soldier.

After she settled in, Wu Shuyue spoke up, asking, 'Miss Tushan, are we heading back to the ancestral home now?'

"Let's not go back yet. Right, Brother Wu, I remember Steward Wu saying your family are all from Nan Cheng. Do you know where in Nan Cheng there's a place that specializes in wholesale nail clippers?" Tushan Jiu asked.

When she was in Yun Shi before, there was a large trading city where all kinds of daily goods were wholesaled, and she used to source her supplies there.

Just now she had been thinking of going to the supermarket, but then she suddenly thought of buying more in one go.

Now the evaluation system of the underworld has changed; she is forced to improve, and the amount she will use in the future will definitely increase.

To avoid the hassle of having to keep buying, it's better to just wholesale it all at once and take care of it together.

Wu Shuyue nodded, saying, 'I know of one place, but it's a bit far from here. Near the residential area where my mother lives, there's a small wholesale market for general goods, and they sell those things there.'

"Alright, let's go there."

"Okay, please sit tight, I'm driving now."

Wu Shuyue's mother lives in the urban village on the outskirts of Nan Cheng.

Back when the Wu family's circumstances were poor, they all lived there; later, when things improved, Wu Shuyue also got married and moved out.

Most of the people in that urban village are migrant workers; the population density is high and chaotic, with all kinds of people present.

But there are also many elderly people who are natives, accustomed to that way of life, and they don't want to move away.

And Wu Shuyue's mother is one of them.

She refuses to move, saying her old sisters and good-neighbor friends are all here, she doesn't want to adapt to a new environment because their pace is too fast for her to keep up.

He and his wife can only visit her on their weekly days off.

However, there are also advantages to that place.

Namely, daily necessities are especially complete there—you can get whatever you need, and goods normally found in the city center are delivered from there.

The trading city Wu Shuyue mentioned is the largest one there.

After about half an hour or so.

A car bearing a little golden figure logo drove into the chaotic streets.

On both sides, only small vans passed by.

It looked somewhat out of place.

Many passersby peered into the car, wanting to see whether the person inside was male or female.

Someone even brought over a child who was playing nearby, warning them to watch the little golden figure and not break it off, otherwise their family couldn't afford to smash pots and sell iron to compensate.

Finally, the car stopped at the entrance of the trading city, and Tushan Jiu got out.

She furrowed her brows, then glanced around at the surrounding shops, as if looking for something.

But not far away, someone who had been paying attention to this scene heard her frown and immediately scoffed, sparking a chorus of gossip.

Most of the voices were unfriendly.

They assumed she was a rich person, looking down on their environment as inferior to the city center.

The next second, Tushan Jiu darted off in a hurry toward a stall selling yellow paper.

Upon reaching the stall, she casually grabbed a pre-cut yellow sheet for drawing talismans, then asked the somewhat dazed boss for cinnabar and a wolf-hair brush.

The boss of the yellow paper shop was a middle-aged man in his forties.

He said he had cinnabar but no wolf-hair brush, only a regular hair brush.

Tushan Jiu said it was fine, then took what he handed over, propped it on the stall, and in a few strokes drew a talisman.

Then, everyone saw her pinch the talisman paper between two fingers and shake it twice, after which a miraculous scene occurred.

The yellow talisman paper instantly turned gray.

Tushan Jiu's furrowed brow relaxed.

She had been smelling of barbecue all the way, and she hadn't brought a cleansing talisman, but fortunately this place also sold yellow paper.

Now she felt much more at ease.

Everyone fell silent, staring at one another.

Not far away, a few fortune-telling stall owners widened their eyes in disbelief.

Tushan Jiu pulled out her phone to pay, saying, 'Boss, do you have better-quality yellow paper and cinnabar?'

The boss hastily nodded, saying, 'Yes, yes, how much do you want?'

Tushan Jiu thought for a moment; since she had come all this way, stocking up a bit would be fine, and after seeing that person tomorrow, she would be not far from carving a complete array talisman.

By then, there will be a place to put these things.

Since we're here, let's buy a bit more.

Tushan Jiu stated the quantity she needed: 'I want one thousand pre-cut yellow sheets, and for cinnabar, let's start with two catties.'

She doesn't use much cinnabar, so two catties will last her a very long time.

The stall boss hurried back to the shop to prepare her order.

Tushan Jiu looked up at the shop's sign.

Ritual and Funeral Supplies Wholesale Store.

As the name suggests, it's a wholesale supplier of goods for the deceased.

Just as she pulled her gaze back, a dissatisfied voice came from inside the shop.

"How can you be so slow? It's just cutting yellow paper, and you can't even manage that? It's been a whole morning—how come you've only cut out eight hundred sheets!"

"I told my wife you're no good—you pampered college students definitely can't handle this, but she wouldn't listen, and now it's fine because that outside customer actually needs a thousand sheets!"

"Sorry, I just zoned out—I'll definitely cut out all five thousand sheets for you today. I'll go talk to that outside customer and try to avoid any loss for you. Does that work?"

"Fine, go ahead—but if you end up selling two hundred fewer today, I'll deduct it from your wages! Do you think it's easy for me? Normally hardly anyone uses this stuff, and it's a struggle to get a big customer, and then because..."

Tushan Jiu, who was at the stall outside the door, heard the whole exchange and looked toward the shop.

A girl about her age pushed the door open from inside and stepped out.

The first thing Tushan Jiu thought upon seeing her was, "She's really pretty."

Her fox-like eyes had slightly upturned corners, her skin was fair and lips red, with a noticeable vermilion mole at the outer corner of her eye—she was strikingly beautiful.

Although her looks had a hint of aggressiveness, Tushan Jiu saw only endless gentleness and softness in her.

Seeing her keep staring, Fang Qingyi nervously curled her hand and took two steps forward.

"Miss, I'm really sorry—my work error caused the shop to have insufficient cut yellow paper for your needs. Would this work? Could you spare some time and give me an address? I'll bike-deliver the papers once I finish cutting them."

Tushan Jiu didn't speak; she just fixed her gaze on the girl's injured hand and furrowed her brows.

Fang Qingyi assumed she was unhappy with her proposed solution, so she quickly thought of another.

Perhaps many people consider it taboo to work in a yellow paper shop, so this store offers unusually high part-time wages.

They gave her a one-month deadline, otherwise they would forcibly take her to work at their affiliated nightclub to pay off her debt.

So she absolutely cannot lose this job!