Chapter 11: Last Life, You Were Definitely a Jinyiwei

"You must have been a Jinyiwei in your last life!"

Chen Yansen tilted his head, glancing sideways at the slender girl standing gracefully—her legs long and proportionate, her skin pale as if carved from ivory.

On her delicate ankles, she wore a pair of white canvas shoes, making her skin appear even whiter.

"So what are you going to bribe me with?"

Wang Ziyan smiled faintly, taking small steps in front of him, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, faint pink blushes on both cheeks.

"Fifty yuan. Buy yourself some candy."

Chen Yansen reluctantly tore his gaze away, smirked, and answered casually, slipping his hand into his pocket to pull out money.

"You think I’m a kid?"

Wang Ziyan stomped her foot, a flush of annoyance rising on her face, her eyes full of displeasure.

"Aren’t you?"

Chen Yansen grinned and shot back.

In his last life, he’d been fooled by her more times than he could count—but this Wang Ziyan wasn’t yet her ultimate form, so Chen Yansen wasn’t intimidated.

"No matter what you’re planning, take me along—or else!"

Wang Ziyan snorted, crossing her arms and lifting her chin haughtily.

"Huh? What are you doing here?"

Wang Zihao, holding a mineral water ice pop, had just reached the door and spotted a familiar figure—he froze, eyes glazed over, dumbstruck.

"Mouse, you handle her."

Chen Yansen didn’t want to get tangled up with her, so he dumped the trouble on Wang Zihao.

He slapped his ass, stood up, grabbed two bottles of mineral water, handed one to the delivery guy, then casually twisted open the other and took big gulps.

"Brothers, you two carry on—I’m out."

The delivery guy sensed the tension and quickly thanked them, snatching his things and bolting away.

"Sis, can you not tell Dad?"

"No."

"I’m your brother! Can you really watch Dad beat me to death?"

"Cousin."

"Then what do you want?"

"Take me with you—or no deal."

Wang Zihao pleaded desperately, but she remained unmoved; finally, he looked pitifully at Chen Yansen.

"Useless waste!"

Chen Yansen couldn’t help silently cursing Wang Zihao’s intelligence—if he had even one-tenth of Wang Ziyan’s wit, he wouldn’t have lost half his family’s fortune to scams in his last life.

"Let her come along. We’re short a tea-pouring maid anyway."

After a moment’s thought, Chen Yansen reluctantly agreed—he knew Wang Ziyan’s perceptiveness, combined with the labels on the cargo crates, would make it easy for her to guess what was inside.

The courtyard, barely ten square meters, was crammed full; a rough count showed Chen Yansen and Wang Zihao’s pocket money could never afford this much merchandise.

Clearly, the two had something fishy going on!

"You’re really letting her come along?"

Wang Zihao asked blankly, clearly reluctant.

"You could always kill her."

Chen Yansen shot him a glare, annoyed.

"Bro, are you gonna pay me?"

Wang Ziyan tugged Wang Zihao’s arm, cooing sweetly—completely different from her earlier demeanor.

"You’re the one who’s my brother! The boss is over there."

Wang Zihao silently pulled his arm away and pointed at Chen Yansen beside him.

"Ice pops are unlimited—do it or don’t!"

Chen Yansen wasn’t going to coddle her—he shot back bluntly.

"MP3s: twenty boxes, a hundred per box. MP4s: twelve boxes, fifty per box. The rest are headphones and data cables. Pick five from each box to inspect."

"First: check for scratches, dents, or paint chips on the casing. Second: look for dead or stuck pixels on the screen. Third: test if buttons are loose or unresponsive."

"Wang Ziyan, you handle functional testing. Every product your brother checked must be retested for playback, charging, and data transfer. Any unit that fails performance gets rejected."

"If there are no questions, get to work!"

Chen Yansen swiftly assigned tasks, then fixed his gaze on the two.

"I have a question!"

Wang Ziyan immediately raised her right hand like an eager elementary student in class.

"Speak."

Chen Yansen lifted his water bottle, took a small sip, and asked calmly.

"We’re all working—what about you?"

Wang Ziyan scowled, sensing something off, and asked outright.

"I’m the boss—I’m here to supervise you two."

Chen Yansen chuckled, smirking slyly.

"Dream on!"

The siblings chorused, dragging him over to the crates and shoving a utility knife into his hand.

"Little Chen, no one’s slacking off!"

Wang Zihao laughed heartily.

"Alright, Mouse—you call me ‘Xiao Chen’ when there’s nothing to do, but ‘Sen-ge’ when you need something? Clever. Wait till your pay gets docked!"

Chen Yansen teased Wang Zihao with a mischievous grin.

"Sen-ge, don’t joke—talking about money hurts feelings!"

Wang Zihao hurriedly bowed, beaming—he was counting on Chen Yansen to make him rich.

The happiness of his future college life depended entirely on this deal.

Chen Yansen smiled but said nothing more—his top priority now was inspecting the goods.

Though the payment was still held by the platform, he feared a shady supplier might stall—delaying things would ruin his plans for wealth.

Altogether, forty to fifty crates: lighter ones weighed twenty to thirty jin, heavier ones fifty to sixty jin. Though only random samples were needed, by the time they finished, it was already 2:30 p.m.

All three were exhausted, hungry, hot, and thirsty—the mineral water they’d drunk had already soaked out through their foreheads in streams.

"One MP3 casing had a scratch. No quality issues found on the MP4s. Headphones had more problems—roughly one in ten was defective..."

Wang Zihao lay sprawled on the blue stone slabs, soaking in the faint coolness, voice weak.

"Better than expected. We start tomorrow!"

Chen Yansen declared solemnly.

"Where do we sell them?"

Hearing that, Wang Zihao scrambled up and rushed over to ask.

"Zhongqiaozhen!"

Chen Yansen answered without hesitation.

Zhongqiaozhen lay southwest of Chunshen, just twelve kilometers away—about a twenty-minute drive. On even-numbered lunar calendar days, it held a market drawing tens of thousands of people.

"How do we transport the goods there?"

Wang Zihao had no objection and pressed on.

"Do you know what Huang the coach from Daxiang Driving School’s other job is?"

Chen Yansen lowered his voice, acting mysteriously.

"Holy shit! I knew there was something fishy about why you picked him as your coach—is he an undercover...?!"

Wang Zihao’s eyes lit up, gesticulating wildly with excitement.

"Shut your head! His other job is driving an unlicensed cab—two hundred yuan a day, fuel included. I already made the deal yesterday."

Chen Yansen squinted at him like he was an idiot.

"Fucking Chen Yansen, you led me astray!"

Wang Zihao’s grin vanished instantly, indignant.

"Meet at Tongfei Gate at seven tomorrow. Wear your work clothes."

Chen Yansen brushed the dust off his clothes, ready to head home for a shower—his sticky sweat was unbearable.

"Do I have to wear one?"

Wang Ziyan blinked her big, watery eyes, smiling eagerly, full of anticipation for tomorrow.

Chen Yansen turned at the door, looked her up and down, then snapped: "Wear your ass!"

(End of Chapter)