Chapter 46

Guo Yunting sat by the bed, her eyes vacant, not even noticing that the collar of her pajamas was slightly askew. She, who had always been so traditional and kept herself tightly wrapped, now revealed a faint, alluring cleavage without realizing it.

Liu Meng, seeing this, was truly at a loss.

Guo Yunting didn't seem to notice Liu Meng's entrance, still staring blankly at the empty wall.

Seeing her in this state, Liu Meng became worried. She must be experiencing intense emotional turmoil, which had plunged her into a dangerous mental state. He had seen similar cases in the news before; in severe cases, people could even become mentally unstable or fall into a vegetative state.

Thinking of the severity of the situation, Liu Meng couldn't hesitate. He rushed over and shouted, "Teacher Guo, wake up! You can't keep dwelling on this."

Guo Yunting remained dazed, as if she hadn't heard Liu Meng at all. This made Liu Meng even more anxious.

This was a typical delicate flower, someone who had experienced too little hardship. When faced with a sudden, major change, she couldn't handle it.

"What should I do? I need to give her a strong shock to snap her out of it." Liu Meng paced around, trying to calm himself down and think of something that Guo Yunting cared about deeply, something that could shock her.

"Guo Yunting, Yan Yan has been in a car accident!" Liu Meng suddenly shouted.

This tactic seemed to work. Although Guo Yunting's expression was still vacant, she showed some reaction, mumbling, "He doesn't want us anymore, he's forgotten all those vows, how can he do this? Yan Yan, he doesn't even care about Yan Yan..."

As she whispered, tears streamed down her face uncontrollably. Liu Meng felt relieved to see her crying. Crying was good, but he didn't know how to comfort her. He sat beside her and gently patted her back.

"Don't worry, Yan Yan is fine, she's learning the piano. Everything will pass, no wound is too deep to heal with time."

His attempt to comfort her only made her more uncontrollable. All the pent-up emotions of the past few days seemed to burst out at once, and she suddenly threw herself into Liu Meng's arms, sobbing loudly.

"It's good that you're crying." Liu Meng was stunned, not daring to move, just gently patting her back to comfort her.

A woman who appeared strong on the surface, once she broke down, was like a flood that couldn't be stopped.

After crying for a long time, Liu Meng's upper body had gone numb from sitting still, but he didn't dare to move. Guo Yunting had fallen into a deep sleep, probably from a sleepless night and the emotional toll. She was sleeping soundly.

Seeing her like this, Liu Meng felt relieved. He gently laid her down on the bed, being as gentle as possible to avoid waking her. It looked like they were hugging as they fell onto the bed, but Liu Meng held back, slowly laying her down. Her pajamas were disheveled, revealing quite a bit. He wanted to help her tidy up but felt it would be taking advantage of her. He covered her with a blanket and quietly left the room.

As he stepped out of the neighborhood, a cold wind blew against his face. It was already chilly in the city after October, and many residences had started using heating. The first snow was not far off.

He sighed. He hadn't managed to get the money, and he had wasted half a day without solving the problem.

Liu Meng thought about it. He couldn't be stumped by such a small amount of money, but life was indeed full of such ironies. As he walked along the road, something small and quick scurried past his foot. He thought it was a frog or toad, but when he looked down, it was a small car.

Looking up, he saw a young man holding a remote control, with a stall displaying several models of remote-controlled cars. Seeing Liu Meng's interest, the young man said enthusiastically, "Buy one? They're a lot of fun. The small ones are thirty yuan, and the big ones are fifty."

Seeing these little things, Liu Meng's eyes lit up. He suddenly asked, "Is this business good? How many do you sell in a day?"

The young man, caught off guard by the question, hesitated but answered honestly, "I can sell about twenty of the small ones and less than ten of the big ones."

A random street stall could make nearly a thousand yuan a day. Liu Meng had made remote-controlled cars and planes during his graduate studies, and he knew they weren't very technically demanding and had low costs. This made his eyes light up even more.

Pretending to be interested in buying a batch of cars, he chatted with the young man. He laughed and said, "So, you make quite a bit in a day, at least two hundred yuan, right?"

The young man blushed and replied, "Not really. The cost of goods is high. I only make two yuan on the small ones and three on the big ones. I make about seventy to eighty yuan a day. How many do you want to buy?"

Liu Meng felt a bit guilty, as he was just trying to get information and had no real intention of buying. He said seriously, "I see this is selling well. I want to buy a batch to sell in the countryside. Where do you get your goods? Can you introduce me to your supplier? I'll give you a hundred yuan as a thank you. I won't sell in this area, so you won't lose any business."

The young man thought for a moment. It made sense, so he said, "Okay, but you have to pay first, then I'll take you."

Damn, Liu Meng cursed in his mind. The young man was honest but not stupid, understanding the importance of securing payment.

To catch a big fish, you need to use some bait. Liu Meng handed over a hundred yuan without hesitation. The young man, a bit embarrassed, quickly packed up his stall and took Liu Meng to the supplier.

Finding the supplier, Liu Meng was a bit disappointed. It was just a small stall in a toy market, and several other shops also sold the same items. These were just middlemen. He needed to find the manufacturer to make a profit.

Damn, Liu Meng had to spend another two hundred yuan to convince a young shop owner who had just opened and had little business to take him to the manufacturer.

The factory was far from the city, in a remote alley with some old houses. A small courtyard with a row of houses, and a roofed area in the front served as the factory. About twenty workers were assembling the small cars.

Seeing visitors, a middle-aged man with a leather bag quickly came over to greet them. He seemed to recognize the young shop owner and said, "Xiao Yuan, didn't you just buy some goods? Why are you back? Selling well, I see."

The young shop owner, Xiao Yuan, replied, "Brother Huang, I'm not buying goods. This young brother insisted I bring him here to check things out. He wants to buy a batch."

Huang Sheng lit a cigarette and looked at the young man sitting beside them. He looked about seventeen or eighteen, with a few sparse, not fully black whiskers. Though he was still a bit green, Huang Sheng, who had dealt with all sorts of people, was quite smooth and said politely, "This young brother looks unfamiliar. What kind of goods are you interested in? For your first order, I'll give you a discount."

Liu Meng smiled and looked at the somewhat nouveau riche Huang Sheng, saying confidently, "Boss Huang, can we talk inside? I have a big deal that will make you a fortune."

Huang Sheng, hearing it wasn't just a regular order, thought it might be a sales pitch and his face fell.

The young shop owner, Xiao Yuan, seeing he had brought the person and earned his two hundred yuan, quickly left.

Huang Sheng, with years of experience, was a wealthy small boss and very smooth in his dealings. He invited Liu Meng inside, had his secretary and mistress, Xiu Na, serve tea, and said cheerfully, "Young brother, what kind of opportunity do you have for me? You can tell me now."

"Boss Huang, remote-controlled cars are profitable, but they are easy to copy. If a couple more workshops like yours pop up, the profit margin will quickly drop. Without long-term planning, relying on the old ways won't last," Liu Meng said calmly, sipping his tea.

"Ah, young brother, what kind of business is it? You have a better product?" Huang Sheng, a shrewd man, could tell from Liu Meng's words that he had something in mind.

"Remote-controlled planes. They are technically challenging and can sell for over 150 yuan. The main point is that the cost is only about twice that of remote-controlled cars, and they are much harder to copy, especially those with good control performance," Liu Meng said straightforwardly.

After speaking, he just sipped his tea, waiting for Huang Sheng's reaction. He was confident that Huang Sheng would see the truth in his words.

Huang Sheng knew this was a good deal. He had started by hiring a technician to copy remote-controlled cars, and after the job was done, he had kicked the technician out. The business had been quite successful.

He had considered remote-controlled planes, but they were much more technically challenging, especially in terms of control. If they flew up and crashed, they would be easily damaged.

If the planes had good control performance, they would definitely sell well and be highly profitable.

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