As Cheng Su expected, by the time the dining car was delivered to the restaurant and the day to open for business arrived, her money, which was less than four yuan, had dwindled to just two yuan.
With two yuan, she made a trip to the market, and at most she could only buy some of the cheapest radishes and Chinese cabbage. As for meat, like pork ribs and chicken, she could forget about it. She could get some fatty pork, but that too wouldn’t be enough. Even the simplest restaurant opening would require some other kinds of meat.
What to do?
Cheng Su returned home despondently, lying on the bed, staring blankly.
It was really true that everything was ready except for the crucial element. Just a little bit short. If only she had known, she would have cut down the transfer fee she paid Sister Wang and the others by ten yuan. Paying two yuan more in interest when repaying wouldn’t have left her in such an embarrassing situation now.
So, this was her first business venture, and she was so inexperienced, failing to calculate the costs properly.
Or perhaps, she got too excited about securing the restaurant and subsequently overspent.
Either way, it was her own failure to plan properly. She really needed to be more cautious in the future.
Cheng Su got up from the bed and, still not giving up, took out her private cash box and opened it.
It was completely empty.
She rummaged through all her possessions again, feeling sheepish, finding nothing of value to sell or pawn.
However, on the cabinet, there were medals and trophies, all belonging to Qi Taiguo’s glory.
Even if these could be turned into cash, she wouldn’t dare pawn or sell them even if she had nine lives; Qi Taiguo would melt her down in fury if he found out!
"No, I can’t think about this," Cheng Su slapped her own cheek and forced herself to look away.
But those medals seemed to be possessed by some magic, constantly beckoning to her.


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