Wen Ci’s eyes widened. Covering her mouth, she lowered her voice and said, “Uncle Jiang, you’re not my biological father, are you?”
Minister Jiang was initially stunned, then quickly realized the girl was talking nonsense. Although he had also liked Guilan once, their relationship had been pure.
There had never been any inappropriate contact between them.
“Don’t talk nonsense.”
Wen Ci blinked. “No? When my biological father found me and brought me home, he wasn’t as emotional as you are.”
Hearing this, the smile on Minister Jiang’s face froze. His family and the Jiang family were old friends who grew up together. In the entire military district, he was one of the few who knew what Jiang Ye looked like.
He also knew about the situation with the Jiang family’s biological daughter.
“Your parents and I are old friends of many years,” Minister Jiang explained.
Then, his expression turned more serious. “Can we open those nylon bags on the truck?”
“Yes.”
With her agreement, Minister Jiang had the soldiers under him climb onto the truck and open a few bags. Seeing they contained both summer and winter clothes inside, he reached out and felt the fabric. “How much are you planning to sell these for per piece?”
“Not by the piece.”
“Huh?” Minister Jiang was somewhat puzzled, his brows furrowing slightly. The truck had both summer and winter clothes, and winter was still far away.
“If not by the piece, then how?”
“By the jin!”
Wen Ci spoke unhurriedly: “Uncle Jiang, summer clothes outside cost at least nearly ten yuan each, and winter clothes are even more expensive.”
“I’m selling by the jin. Eight yuan per jin. For summer clothes, ten yuan can buy two items.”
“Aren’t you selling at a loss that way?”
“No, I got them at cost price,” Wen Ci told the truth.
If it weren’t for Xu Jinghe, transporting this batch of clothes from the south would have cost a large sum. Even selling by the jin, the profit would only mean a loss.
The cost price Xu Jinghe gave was different.
Compared to clothes sold in outside shops and wholesale markets, Wen Ci’s prices were very affordable, the quality was particularly good, and the styles were the latest in the north.
Hearing this, Minister Jiang thought carefully for a moment, had someone bring an old-fashioned abacus, did some calculations, and then said, “You’re selling this batch of clothes for eight yuan per jin?”
“Yep.”
“Sell them for five yuan per jin within the family compound. The remaining three yuan difference will be subsidized to you by the Beijing Military District’s finances. We’ll subsidize you for however many jin you sell.”
Wen Ci’s eyes lit up.
This would be even more attractive for the families in the compound to buy.
A smile spread across Wen Ci’s face. “Settlement on the same day?”
“Settled the same day.”
“Deal.” Wen Ci agreed, but then thought of another problem. What if the families in the compound thought the prices were too cheap and bought more for their relatives?
Wouldn’t the military district lose money?
“Uncle Jiang, will there be purchase limits?”
“Purchase limits?”
Wen Ci explained: “It means one person can’t buy too much.”
Minister Jiang raised his hand to check the time on his watch. It was two hours before noon. He turned to his subordinate and said, “Have the soldiers inform their families at noon. The discounted clothing sale ends at 5 PM today.”
Wow?!
Is this Minister Jiang really not my biological father?
He’s even having his subordinates notify the military camp thoroughly. This way, she could skip the step of having to advertise everywhere. She just needed to wait in the truck, and families would come find her in the afternoon.
“Uncle Jiang, pick a couple of items for Auntie.”
Minister Jiang’s face darkened.
The entire military district knew that Minister Jiang was still unmarried. He had adopted a son from a deceased comrade’s family; the son was now in his twenties and serving in the army.
“No need,” Minister Jiang replied. After a pause, he continued, “I’ll have soldiers from the Logistics Department stay with you to keep records and help you out.”
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