Chapter 61: Chapter 60: The Swindler Arrives (Please Subscribe!)

    Cheng Zhu’s summer vacation was gradually coming to an end.

    The explosion of orders from “Persistent Visit” could be said to have put a fine full stop to this summer break.

    Since Wang Anquan was also going to attend university, Cheng Zhu promoted Wang Haitao to deputy team leader.

    He did this, not because Wang Haitao was good at brown-nosing, but purely because he was more ambitious and indeed had good business capabilities; he was a real grind dog, rolling inwards.

    Cheng Zhu calculated that he had made almost three hundred thousand in August alone.

    And that was mainly the money from the second half of the month; when the store just opened in the first half, it was just so-so.

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    Of course, since the explosion of orders happened at the end of the month, the profits would only be higher starting from the next month.

    These days, their seller show-off had already shown signs of going viral outside the circle.

    It spread widely in many groups where old lechers gathered.

    “People-Comic Integration” looked really fresh in this day and age, and the images produced by Cheng Zhu were indeed top quality.

    “I feel like I’ve even threatened the status of some freelance photographers in their little ponds,” Cheng Zhu thought to himself.

    At the moment, after being busy in the studio for an afternoon and feeling a bit tired, he opened the comment section of his own store and switched to melon-eating mode.

    Soon, his attention was captured by one of the comments.

    “Tried it out with my lover for an entire afternoon; that will do for today, we’ll wear it and try again with my husband tomorrow to compare the feelings. Thanks to the seller for sending two pairs of stockings, haha, so thoughtful, here’s a positive review.”

    Cheng Zhu: “???”

    He even wondered if he had given her only one pair of stockings, she might have left a neutral or even a negative review.

    Damn, as expected of a married woman, pretty thrifty about the household; didn’t even treat it as a disposable item.

    Immediately afterward, his attention was drawn to another positive review.

    “Originally wanted to buy the step-mother dress from that Graceful store, it’s cheaper there, but it always felt like the vibe of their seller show-off wasn’t as good as yours. When I received the actual product, it was indeed not bad. I’ll try it during ovulation, I hope this time I can get pregnant.”

    Cheng Zhu: “.....”

    Taking our store for the Guanyin Temple that grants children, huh?

    But he quite liked the first half of this comment.

    After the “People-Comic Integration,” the lethality of the images in his store had risen more than a notch.

    What’s the use if you copy my style, set your prices lower than mine?

    The purpose of such products is to bring an extra experience, to be enjoyed.

    What’s the use of your product being a few bucks cheaper?

    Do customers care about your ten or eight yuan? Do you look down on us QQ realm people, huh?

    As long as my seller show-off is more attractive than yours, customers will still choose my side.

    “And if their store sets the prices a lot lower than mine, they will face a new problem, customers will actually question their quality.”

    “Clothes you wear so close, that’s just it, everyone gets this mindset, and they dare not buy from their store.”

    Nowadays, everyone playing “League of Legends,” buying a skin costs quite a bit.

    Is it expensive to give a real person a new skin?

    Cheng wasn’t like that. He felt, what business did they have pointing fingers?

    Did a little blood relation really make them half a parent?

    Cheng Zhu knew Cheng would be annoyed, so he deliberately did this before the serious talk, to build up Cheng’s rage meter.

    Besides, Cheng Zhu was also clear on another thing: gambling dogs at the gambling table swing wildly with the wins and losses, and over time, this can cause their temperament to become increasingly irritable and prone to emotional outbursts.

    Uncle was already temperamental, and after gaining wealth, he became even more arrogant. Now as a gambling dog in debt, he was even more impatient.

    And what’s this attitude? I, Cheng Zhu, am currently the richest in cash among those present, the family tycoon!

    “I’ll go in once I finish the apple,” Cheng Zhu said.

    He sat there leisurely eating the apple, crunch after crunch, the sound quite crisp.

    And really, he was eating it so cleanly, Cheng Nanli thought, is he planning to gnaw on the apple core too?

    After finishing, Cheng Zhu got up and didn’t go to his room but instead went to wash his hands in the kitchen. Then he went back to the living room, took a paper towel from the coffee table to wipe his hands, and after wiping, plunked himself back on the sofa.

    It wasn’t until Uncle started glaring at him that he seemed to suddenly remember and said, “Oops, I forgot, I’ll go to my room right now.”

    Cheng Nanli just thought: Damn, has this kid become like this?

    After entering his room, Cheng Zhu even eavesdropped for a while, hearing Uncle still laying the groundwork for the scam, talking up some big project he was supposedly working on, how promising it was, and so on.

    “Looks like another ten minutes of blowing hot air,” Cheng Zhu sat on the chair and started playing with his phone, planning to eavesdrop again later.

    Uncle’s boasting routines held no value to him, not even worth the hot air, no need to hear this dross.

    It wasn’t until the tone of the conversation outside got a bit louder that Cheng Zhu pressed his ear to the door again.

    He vaguely heard Uncle asking Cheng to take out a loan.

    He guessed it was because Xu Yun told him that they opened a fresh produce supermarket and didn’t have cash on hand.

    “That’s ruthless, asking our family to take out loans for your gambling,” Cheng Zhu thought, underestimating gambling dogs.

    Uncle Cheng Nanli’s debts were huge now; even if he could borrow a few hundred thousand, he wouldn’t think of repaying. To a gambling dog, that’s just a drop in the ocean, only thinking about using it to turn the tables.

    Maybe at the start, he’d only want to take out a few tens of thousands for gambling, but once the bets get going, he’d inevitably get carried away!

    Luckily Cheng and Xu Yun wouldn’t be blinded by kinship; don’t forget, they even borrowed some money from Grandpa Cheng to open the supermarket.

    In the end, everyone parted on bad terms.

    Cheng Zhu stood by the window in his room, from his viewpoint, he could perfectly see Uncle’s BMW parked downstairs.

    This car would eventually be taken away by the loan sharks.

    He stood there, watching Cheng Nanli approach his car, trembling all over before looking around anxiously for a while, and then started cursing while furiously tearing at the paper stuck to the car window.

    Only then did Cheng Zhu leave the room and entered the living room.

    “Is Uncle gone?” he asked.

    “Yep,” Cheng nodded, his expression so-so.

    “When I came home just now, I saw that someone had glued a piece of paper to Uncle’s car window that said ‘pay back the money’. I didn’t dare to bring it up in front of Uncle, worried about making things awkward.” From Cheng Zhu’s tone, there was a hint of pride, as if he had become a considerate adult, please praise me, come on and praise me.

    Cheng and Xu Yun exchanged glances and then, quite in sync, walked to the window to see if Uncle and his car were still there.

    Cheng Zhu grabbed his water cup and went to pour some hot water.

    Not looking back, but in his heart, he estimated: “Must still be tearing at it. I put so much glue on it, it’ll take a while to scrape off with his nails.”