Clean, that was Nan Mo’s first impression of Qin Yue.
He carried an air of gentle refinement. His well fitted suit and gold rimmed glasses did not make him feel distant, instead, they made people want to draw closer.
Qin Yue smiled and nodded in greeting. “Miss Nan.”
“Brother Qin, there’s no need to be so formal. You can just call me Nan Mo, or you can call me Xiao Mo like Uncle Qin does.”
Hearing how politely he addressed her, Nan Mo realized they might not be as close as she had assumed.
“It’s like this. My parents’ and brother’s affairs have mostly been handled. Next comes the company side of things.
“I plan to transfer the Nan family’s shares. In the future, I want to leave here and live abroad.
“So later on, there may be contracts that I’ll need Brother Qin to review for me. I’m afraid there are professional details I won’t understand, and I don’t want anyone taking advantage of loopholes.”
No matter what Qin Yue thought, Nan Mo laid out her plans in one go.
In her memories, Uncle Qin had followed Grandpa Nan since he was young. Nan Mo and her brother had practically been raised by Uncle Qin.
His family was trustworthy. They also did not pry, they simply got things done.
Qin Yue only paused for a brief moment before agreeing. They exchanged WeChat contacts, and Qin Yue left soon after.
Holding her phone and looking at the newly added contact, Nan Mo chuckled. Before this, they had not even exchanged WeChat, so she really had overthought it.
Back in the study, she debated for a while before calling her childhood friend, Chen Qi, and explaining the situation.
Chen Qi agreed quickly. Nan Mo’s asking price was not high either. After they set a time to sign the contract, she ended the call.
After arranging the share transfer, she contacted a real estate agent she was familiar with.
She sent photos of the property deeds, three over three hundred square meter units on the Bund and two one hundred thirty square meter school district apartments, and told him to sell them as quickly as possible.
She would give him an extra five percent commission for each unit. As for a small Western style villa from the Republican era and the mansion she currently lived in, Nan Mo planned to transfer them to Uncle Qin so he could retire comfortably.
If anyone needed to view the properties, the agent could contact Uncle Qin. Nan Mo would be too busy to accompany them.
After eating a lavish dinner in the dining room, she fell into melancholy again.
The Nan family chef’s cooking really was excellent. She did not know how many more days she would be able to enjoy it.
She returned to the study, turned on the computer, and began listing what she needed to stockpile. Clothing, food, housing, transportation, everything had to be covered.
She typed for three to four hours, then printed more than ten pages of scattered A4 sheets, planning to begin stockpiling early the next morning.
After organizing the stockpiling plan, Nan Mo started tallying the liquid funds she could use.
Her parents and brother had always been generous with her when it came to money. Her food, clothing, housing, and transportation had all been arranged for her, so there had rarely been a need for her to spend. As a result, she had saved a lot of pocket money.
Aside from the eighteen million her parents had given her when she turned eighteen and the six million her brother had given her, one card she often used held nearly seven million in savings.
When her parents’ and brother’s assets were handled, their combined liquid funds, totaling one hundred thirty million, had also been transferred into her account.
At present, she had one hundred sixty million on hand. Once the shares were transferred tomorrow, another three billion would be deposited. Even after taxes, it would be more than enough for stockpiling.
Satisfied with her accounting, Nan Mo fell asleep.
Because she had things on her mind, she woke before dawn the next day.
There were still several hours before the contract signing, and she did not dare waste time. After getting ready, she drove out.
To avoid missing anything, she decided to purchase strictly in the order of clothing, food, housing, and transportation.
With one press on the accelerator, she arrived at Shanghai’s clothing wholesale market.
Wholesale markets like this started operating at three or four in the morning, welcoming clothing merchants from all over the country.
She first found the largest store in the lingerie area on the first floor. The boss lady sat behind the counter, tapping nonstop on a calculator.
Four or five clerks worked in an orderly way, writing orders for customers and handing them to the boss lady for checkout.
Seeing Nan Mo standing alone, one clerk walked over. “Boss, what goods do you want to take? I’ll get them for you.”
Nan Mo raised her brows and accepted the “boss” address.
The quality of the underwear here was good, and business was brisk. “These, these, and those. For every color, I want ten each in A, B, and D cups, and thirty in C cups.”
She chose more than twenty styles. Each style came in three colors, thick and thin versions, with underwires and without. It should be enough for her own use.
She picked more than ten styles of panties, each in six colors, and ordered one hundred pairs each in sizes S and M.
At the socks section, she took long socks, short socks, and mid calf socks, cotton, wool, and cashmere, men’s and women’s. Aside from the colors that were too eye searing, she ordered one hundred pairs of each.
For thermal tops and bottoms, men’s and women’s, she chose more than twenty styles in various thicknesses. In black, blue, white, gray, and red, she ordered fifty sets of every size.
She also took some insulated vests and fleece lined leggings.
Thinking of the teenage Nan Mo in the 1970s, she added one hundred camisoles suitable for a young girl.
The clerk had not expected such a major customer today and kept writing without stopping.
The boss lady smiled and came out from the counter, personally taking the order sheet to calculate the bill.
“Miss, the total comes to one million three thousand two hundred. I’ll round it to one million even. Here’s your order sheet, check it over.”
The boss lady ran the numbers three times before she was sure she had not miscalculated, then handed the sheet to Nan Mo.
Nan Mo took it, nodded, saved the boss lady’s phone number, and gave an address. They agreed the delivery would arrive at four in the afternoon. After she paid a two hundred thousand deposit, she left.
She rode the escalator up to the second floor. It was not even six yet, and the market was already packed.
Nan Mo had run through markets like this plenty in her previous life. During college, she had often bought wholesale clothes and accessories, then set up a stall near campus, which had been routine.
As long as it was not illegal or against regulations, and as long as it made money, she had done it since she was young.
The director had allowed it. At first she had occasionally accompanied her, then later, seeing how sharp she was, she let her handle it herself. The money she earned had been saved for her, and once she entered university at eighteen, it had all been given to her.
So inside the market, Nan Mo felt completely at ease, like a fish in water.
She entered a shop whose style and quality suited her taste. Most importantly, the designs were simple and the colors clean, so wearing them in the 1970s would not look too out of place.
She selected more than thirty sweater styles, over a dozen simple pants, twenty wool coats, and several dozen padded jackets, both long and short.
After paying, she chose same city delivery to the mansion.
When she checked the time, it was nearly seven thirty. Factories should be starting work, so she drove toward the clothing factories in the suburbs.