Clean – that was Nan Mo’s first impression of Qin Yue.
He exuded an elegant and refined temperament. The well-fitted suit paired with gold-rimmed glasses didn’t create distance but instead made people want to get closer.
Qin Yue smiled and nodded in greeting, “Miss Nan.”
“Brother Qin, no need to be so formal. You can call me Nan Mo directly, or follow Uncle Qin and call me Xiao Mo.”
Hearing Qin Yue’s polite address, it seemed they weren’t that familiar after all?
“Here’s the situation. The funeral arrangements for my parents and brother are mostly completed. Next are some company matters.”
“I plan to transfer the Nan Family shares. I want to leave here and live abroad in the future.”
“So there might be some contracts later that I’ll need Brother Qin to review for me. I’m afraid I might not fully understand some professional aspects and could be taken advantage of.”
Regardless of what Qin Yue thought, Nan Mo poured out all her thoughts at once.
In her memory, Uncle Qin had been by Grandpa Nan’s side since childhood. Both she and her brother were practically raised by Uncle Qin.
Their entire family was trustworthy, and they were the type who wouldn’t ask unnecessary questions but simply get things done.
Qin Yue only paused for a moment upon hearing Nan Mo’s words before agreeing. They exchanged WeChat contacts, and Qin Yue left.
Holding her phone and looking at the newly added WeChat contact, Nan Mo smiled faintly. Before this, they didn’t even have each other’s WeChat – it seemed she had really been overthinking things.
Returning to the study, after careful consideration, she called her childhood friend Chen Qi to explain the situation.
Chen Qi agreed quickly, and the price Nan Mo offered wasn’t high either. After setting a time to sign the contract, they hung up.
After arranging the company shares, she contacted a familiar real estate agent.
Three 300+ square meter flats at Waitan, two 130 square meter school district apartments – she sent photos of all the property deeds to him, asking him to sell them as quickly as possible.
She offered an additional 5% commission for each property. As for one small Western-style house from the Republican Era and the current villa she lived in, Nan Mo planned to transfer ownership to Uncle Qin for his retirement.
If anyone needed to view the properties, they could contact Uncle Qin. She would be very busy going forward and wouldn’t have time to accompany viewings.
After eating a lavish dinner in the dining room, she began to feel melancholy again.
It had to be said that the Nan Family chef’s culinary skills were truly excellent. She wondered how many more days she could enjoy such meals…
Back in the study, she turned on the computer and began tallying the supplies needed for stockpiling. She needed to consider every aspect – clothing, food, shelter, and transportation.
After typing away for three to four hours, she printed out over ten scattered A4 pages, preparing to start stockpiling first thing tomorrow morning.
After organizing her stockpiling plan, Nan Mo began taking stock of her available liquid funds.
Since childhood, Nan’s Father, Nan’s Mother, and her brother had always been generous with money toward Nan Mo. Her clothing, food, shelter, and transportation were all arranged by dedicated staff, leaving her with basically no expenses. Thus, Nan Mo had saved considerable pocket money.
Besides the 18 million given by her parents when she turned 18, and 6 million from her brother, her frequently used card also had nearly over 7 million in deposits.
All the cards belonging to her parents and brother combined held 130 million in liquid funds, which were transferred to Nan Mo’s card during the inheritance process.
Currently, she had 160 million on hand. Tomorrow, after the share transfer, another 3 billion would come in. Even after taxes, it would be more than enough for stockpiling. Having finished her financial assessment, Nan Mo slipped contentedly into dreamland.
Because she had matters weighing on her mind, Nan Mo woke up the next day before dawn had fully broken.
There were still several hours until the contract signing, not daring to delay, Nan Mo finished packing up and drove out.
To ensure no omissions in stockpiling, she decided to strictly follow the order of clothing, food, shelter, and transportation.
With a press of the accelerator, she arrived at the Hai Shi Garment Wholesale Market.
This kind of wholesale market opens as early as three or four in the morning, welcoming clothing merchants from all over the country.
She first went to the lingerie section on the first floor and found the largest store. The shop owner sat behind the counter, tapping away on a calculator.
Four or five attendants methodically wrote orders for customers, handing them to the owner for calculation.
One attendant noticed Nan Mo standing alone and approached her. “Boss, what would you like to order? Let me get it for you.”
Nan Mo raised an eyebrow and accepted the title “Boss.”
The quality of the lingerie here was quite good, and business was bustling. “These, these, and these—10 pieces each in colors for A, B, and D cups, and 30 pieces for C cups.”
Nan Mo selected over 20 styles, each with three colors, including thick and thin versions, with and without underwire—enough for personal use.
She also picked more than 10 styles of panties, each in six colors, ordering 100 pieces each in sizes S and M.
Moving to the socks section, she bought 100 pairs each of long socks, short socks, and mid-calf socks, in cotton, wool, and cashmere, for both men and women, excluding only the overly garish colors.
For thermal underwear, she selected over 20 styles in various thicknesses for men and women, in black, blue, white, gray, and red, ordering 50 sets per size.
She also added some thermal vests and fleece-lined leggings.
Remembering her younger self from the 1970s, she also ordered 100 camisoles suitable for young girls.
The attendant hadn’t expected to land such a big client today and kept her pen busy writing.
The shop owner also smiled and came out from the front desk, personally taking the order to calculate the total for Nan Mo.
“Miss, the total is 1,003,200. Let’s call it an even 1,000,000. Here’s your receipt—please check it.”
The owner pressed the calculator three times to confirm she hadn’t made a mistake before handing the receipt to Nan Mo.
Nan Mo took the receipt, nodded, exchanged contact information with the owner, provided an address for delivery at 4 p.m., paid a 200,000 deposit, and left.
Taking the escalator to the second floor, it wasn’t even 6 a.m., but the market was already packed.
In her previous life, Nan Mo had frequented such markets often. During university, she would wholesale clothes and accessories to set up stalls near campus.
One could say that, as long as it was legal and profitable, Nan Mo had been doing such work since her teens.
Director Mama had allowed it, occasionally accompanying her at first, but later, seeing how resourceful she was, let her handle things on her own. The money she earned was saved for her and given to her when she turned 18 and started university.
So, in the market, Nan Mo was like a fish in water, completely at ease.
She walked into a store whose style and quality caught her eye, mainly because the designs were simple and the colors understated, making them suitable to wear even in the 1970s without standing out too much.
She selected over 30 styles of sweaters, more than 10 simple pants, 20 wool coats, and dozens of long and short padded jackets.
After paying, she arranged for same-day delivery to the villa.
Checking the time, it was almost 7:30 a.m. Factories would likely be starting work, so she headed to the garment factory in the suburbs.