At four in the afternoon, Lian Xinying received a call from Xiaochen.
He wanted to meet and talk.
After hanging up, Lian Xinying began to ponder how to sneak the four packs of cigarettes out unnoticed.
In another room of the villa, the steward rubbed his temples with a headache.
From the moment Lian Xinying took the cigarettes from the living room cabinet, the steward had seen it all.
However, the steward didn’t quite understand why Lian Xinying would take the cigarettes.
A young girl like her, could she be smoking?
If that were the case, it was none of the steward’s business.
Besides, even if she smoked Yan Ye’s cigarettes, Yan Ye probably wouldn’t say anything about it.
So the steward decided not to act.
But unexpectedly, after a while, Lian Xinying came back and took three more packs from the cabinet.
With such a large quantity, it definitely wasn’t for her own use.
Having no other choice, the steward called Yan Ye to report the situation.
“Miss has taken four packs of your cigarettes to her room, with unclear intentions.”
Yan Ye’s shrewd eyes flickered as he quickly deduced her reason for doing so.
“Let her be,” he said.
“Alright.”
“Go buy some low-quality cigarettes…”
“Alright.”
Lian Xinying came downstairs and bumped into the steward.
The steward was holding a big bag of cigarettes and smiled when he saw Lian Xinying descending.
“What’s in the bag?” Lian Xinying asked casually.
“Cigarettes.
It seems we’re running low on stock at home,” the butler said with a smile, without giving a glance to the black bag she was holding.
For the steward knew, it was also filled with cigarettes.
Lian Xinying’s face turned red in an instant, and after responding, she walked away.
Lian Xinying left the house without a hitch.
Xiaochen arrived at the appointed restaurant first, and as soon as Lian Xinying got there, she went straight to his table.
“My dad likes this brand of cigarettes, so he asked me to buy them all.
Here is twenty thousand yuan,” Xiaochen said as he took out the cash and pushed it across the table to her.
Lian Xinying pursed her lips, feeling somewhat guilty.
Selling Yan Ye’s cigarettes wasn’t exactly a heinous act; after all, Yan Ye was no saint himself.
However, Lian Xinying had never done anything like this before.
“Do you—you want to check the goods?” Lian Xinying opened the black bag to show him.
Xiaochen glanced at the exquisite packaging and shook his head: “No need to check, I know you’re in a bit of a bind now.
What’s the harm in giving you twenty thousand yuan for nothing?”
“I won’t take your money for nothing.
Take the stuff.
If there’s any issue, you can come to me,” Lian Xinying said, somewhat offended by his tone, so after taking the money, she got up, “If there’s nothing else, I’ll be going now.”
“Hey, if you have anything else to sell, just let me know!
I’ll buy it all!” Xiaochen was simply after a bargain.
To obtain authentic products at such a low price was definitely a steal.
The cigarettes Lian Xinying sold him had a market price of about fifteen thousand yuan per pack, and she sold them to him for five thousand yuan a pack, effectively at a sixty percent discount.
“Oh, nothing for the time being,” she replied.
After leaving the restaurant, Lian Xinying went straight home.
She put the money away securely and opened her laptop; now that she could choose the school she wished to attend, she decided to start researching school profiles on the internet.
But soon, a bucket of cold water was metaphorically poured over her head.
The schools Lian Xinying had attended in the past were of the private elite category, so the universities she was aspiring to were of that type too.
And these schools had one thing in common: they were incredibly expensive.
If they weren’t expensive, how could they be called elite schools?
The light in Lian Xinying’s eyes dimmed as she let out a sigh and closed the webpage of that school.
Grinding her teeth, she thought, fine, I won’t attend you, is that okay?!