Stay Home Daddy: I Was Reborn After My Daughter Passed Away
Chapter 193: One hundred ninety-three, isn’t it just an address? Here, take it! _1

Chapter 193: One hundred ninety-three, isn’t it just an address? Here, take it! _1

If you want it, you have it—talking about such precious things as if they’re chives in one’s own field, available anytime and growing in batches every few days.

Isn’t this a joke?

"May I ask, what exactly do you do?" Uncle Guang was just too curious about Gu Chen.

Now, he only felt that Gu Chen was a very peculiar person.

Gu Chen’s mouth twitched, returning to this troubling question.

What does Gu Chen do?

What on earth does he do? He didn’t even know.

Selling vegetables, selling medicines, selling fruits—whatever makes money, that’s what he’d do.

He shrugged his shoulders, not knowing how to describe himself.

After a long time, he finally thought of a sentence that could describe himself, "I’m just a person who wants to make money."

Yes, that’s all he was—a person who wanted to make money and nothing more.

Gu Chen was quite satisfied with this answer.

Upon hearing this, Uncle Guang only felt a buzz in his head.

A person who wants to make money! This answer was like saying something, but then again, it didn’t say much.

But it sounded so realistic!

A true master, really a master!

Having been in business with Mr. Ji for so many years, he had never met such a master.

He had a feeling that even Mr. Ji might not be able to handle this man, let alone himself.

This man, whether in doing things or speaking, had a level that was truly extraordinary; he felt he was no match for him.

Done for, he wouldn’t be able to explain to the lady; he was likely to be defeated.

Uncle Guang swallowed, "Heh, what you just said..."

He didn’t even know what to say anymore.

It was the first time he had the sensation of when he’d first entered the Ji Family’s business, as if the person across was an insurmountable tycoon and he was a blank slate, feeling as though anything he said or did could be seen through.

This feeling was really damn terrible.

Gu Chen looked at Uncle Guang whose complexion was getting worse by the minute, and he too was at a loss.

He pursed his lips, getting straight to the point.

"How about we talk about the price?"

What was the use of talking about other things? He was there to sell products, not to answer questions. A deal where money and goods exchange hands was the natural order.

Uncle Guang felt like he finally found a way out and took it quickly.

He touched his head, "Oh, right, right, right, the money. Look at me, talking nonsense for half a day."

"How about this: the market price for these things is a hundred bucks a piece, but your quality is really good, and I won’t rip you off. Let’s make a deal, a hundred and twenty!"

Uncle Guang put his cards on the table straightaway, at this point his mindset was a bit shattered, and he had no intention of haggling.

Gu Chen knew that this stuff was priced the same as gold, and the current market price for gold was eighty to ninety, so a price of a hundred and twenty, he was actually satisfied with it.

After all, it wasn’t his first time dealing with this family; although their shop was big, they did not cheat customers.

He had no objections.

"A hundred and twenty it is then, count it for yourself," Gu Chen said concisely.

How could someone like Uncle Guang possibly count it himself? Old Zhao had several employees under him; Uncle Guang here, had only more, never less.

He glanced toward the side into the warehouse, where a worker was marking something on a notebook against standardized cardboard boxes; he seemed to be a stock-taker.

"Come over here."

The person glanced around, realized there was no one else, and confirmed that Uncle Guang was calling him, so he ran over quickly.

"Did you call me for something?" the person asked respectfully.

Uncle Guang handed him the cloth bag, "Count the goods here."

Hearing the instruction, the assistant hurriedly fetched a box over, then carefully opened the bag and poured its contents out, starting to count them one by one.

"One, two, three, four, five..."

The person counting was serious, and both Lei Bo and Uncle Guang who stood by also watched intently.

After all, each item cost a hundred and twenty.

Lei Bo was afraid of undercounting and owing money, while Uncle Guang was afraid of overcounting and looking foolish. It would be embarrassing for such a large company to get the count wrong on two items.

"One hundred and thirteen," the clerk counted twice and after repeatedly confirming it, he finally turned to Uncle Guang and reported.

Uncle Guang nodded and looked over at Lei Bo.

"Brother, that will be thirteen thousand five hundred and sixty in total."

The author was not good at math, but Uncle Guang was; he had calculated it very clearly.

After all, he was an old businessman.

Lei Bo nodded and smiled, "Yes, you calculated it pretty quickly."

Uncle Guang lightly opened his suit jacket, originally intending to take out money from his person, then a brilliant idea struck him, a good way to get Lei Bo to leave his address.

Adjusting his suit, he looked back at Lei Bo with a smile and said, "Oh right, could you please write me a receipt? After all, I also work for someone. If you write a receipt, I can prove where the money went."

Lei Bo nodded and said offhandedly, "No problem at all."

Taking someone’s money and writing a receipt was normal company procedure, especially for a large company like this which had to be even more formal.

After Lei Bo spoke, he glanced at the clerk who was standing by, hesitant to leave.

"Brother, lend me a pen."

Hearing this, the clerk immediately handed over his pen, and not just the pen, he also tore off a piece of paper from his notebook and gave it to Lei Bo.

Lei Bo nodded his thanks, took the pen, and squatted in front of the box to start writing.

"Received today..." he started then paused, "Oh right, what’s your honorable surname?"

Everyone just called him Uncle Guang, but Lei Bo didn’t know his actual name, and the more clearly he wrote on the receipt, the better.

Uncle Guang chuckled, "My full name is Bai Guang."

Lei Bo lowered his head and continued writing, "Received today from Comrade Bai Guang in cash the sum of thirteen thousand five hundred and sixty yuan in total, recipient Lei Bo!"

After writing, he also added the date below.

He handed it over to Uncle Guang, who had a modest smile on his face.

"Please leave your address as well, our company is quite strict with control, and it’s possible we’ll make a visit in the future to verify the authenticity of this transaction."

He was an old fox, more smooth with his lies than even Lei Bo.

It sounded just like the truth.

Lei Bo frowned, "Your company sure is a hassle."

This was the first time he had heard of leaving an address.

Seeing Lei Bo’s doubt, Uncle Guang hurriedly explained.

"It’s not that the company is troublesome, it’s just that my status is special. In the company, my authority is somewhat extensive, but at the end of the day, I’m still just an employee. I exercise the boss’s power, but I’m not the boss, so being a bit more stringent helps avoid idle gossip, doesn’t it?"

With this explanation, Lei Bo instantly understood. It’s the tall trees that catch the wind.

He got it, each line of work has its own hardships, and he understood this principle.

But to be honest, Lei Bo didn’t want to leave his address.

Logically, there shouldn’t be any issue, but it’s always wise to be cautious.

After some thought, Lei Bo made a decision!

He decided to give Uncle Guang Lei Bo’s family’s address. After all, they were from the same village, and it wasn’t far. If there really was an issue, Lei Bo would definitely come to settle the score with him, cursing him out.

If there was no issue, even better.

After all, Lei Bo was no good Samaritan. Conning him, Lei Bo didn’t feel the slightest bit guilty!

Without hesitation, he picked up the pen and wrote down Lei Bo’s family’s address.

Seeing him write down the address, Uncle Guang had to stifle a laugh.

When it came to craftiness, he was unbeatable!