Smart people don't need to say much—
just one look, and Jerry and Fengner understood each other perfectly.
"I've got another 20,000 jin of wild greens loaded up,"
Jerry said casually.
"Perfect timing, Boss!"
Fengner grinned so wide you could count all his teeth.
"Right now, wild greens are hotter than hotcakes.
No such thing as 'too much'. I can sell as many as you've got!"
"Want me to call the loaders now?"
"Yeah, same spot as usual. My dad's there waiting,"
Jerry nodded.
Then he thought of something else.
"By the way, Fatty—how much cash do you have on hand?"
The question caught Fengner a little off guard,
but being the street-smart guy he was,
he instantly realized what Jerry meant.
"I've been running my stall for a few years.
Got a decent bit saved up.
How much do you need, Boss?
I'll get it to you right away."
Jerry waved a hand.
"No need for a loan.
Just advance me the 192,000 yuan that's my share from the last batch."
He smiled faintly.
He wasn't looking for favors.
Later down the road,
he'd need favors far bigger than a few hundred grand.
Better to save people's goodwill for when it really mattered.
Fengner looked a little disappointed,
but he didn't argue.
He got up to grab the money.
As he left, Jerry couldn't help but smirk.
This guy really gets it.
Refusing that money today only made Fengner trust him even more.
And a man who could resist temptation?
Definitely someone aiming for the stars.
When Fengner returned,
he handed over two bank cards.
"Here, Boss—two cards,
each with 100,000 yuan.
PINs are six eights."
Jerry nodded, pocketing them.
"Oh, right—Fatty, can you help me get a driver's license?"
Jerry suddenly remembered:
in all his running around,
he still didn't have a legal license.
"That's easy!"
Fengner laughed.
"I've got a buddy who's the chief at the DMV.
Just give me your ID and a photo—I'll handle the rest."
Sure enough, within an hour,
Jerry was proudly holding a shiny new driver's license.
He couldn't help sighing.
"Man, this era... money really can make the world go round."
"Huh? What'd you say, Boss?"
Fengner looked puzzled.
"Nothing. Just thinking out loud,"
Jerry smiled, shaking his head.
He added casually:
"By the way, in two days I have to head back to school.
I'll leave things here to my parents."
"You're... still a student?!"
Fengner's eyes practically fell out of his head.
He had always thought Jerry was some rural dropout hustling to make ends meet.
Nope.
"Yeah.
Studying at Shenghuaton University,"
Jerry said lightly,
his mind already drifting to the thought of Jenny—
and the juicy "wall-breaking" operation he was about to start.
(After all, stolen girlfriends always tasted sweeter.)
"Shenghuaton University..."
Fengner muttered, stunned.
One of the top schools in the entire country.
No wonder this kid is a business prodigy.
Meanwhile, Fengner—who hadn't even finished middle school—felt deeply inferior.
"From now on, if my parents come by to deal with the greens,
you treat them the same as you would me,"
Jerry said, not missing a beat.
He trusted Fengner,
but a warning was always necessary.
If anyone tried screwing with his family,
well...
they'd better start digging their own grave.
"Of course, Boss!
Your parents are like my own parents!"
Fengner promised, patting his chest.
Jerry: "..."
Damn, the way this guy can lie with a straight face is almost impressive.
Once business was wrapped up,
Jerry deposited the 180,000 cash he had left.
He kept only about 2,000 on him for daily expenses.
At this point,
his working capital was close to 380,000 yuan.
If everything went smoothly tomorrow—
after selling three more truckloads of greens—
he'd be sitting on nearly a million.
And then?
It would finally be time for Step Two of his master plan.
The Next Morning:
Jerry and Dad went on another wild green blitz.
Three truckloads in a day.
Demand was insane.
He'd barely unload a batch before Fengner's warehouse was empty again.
Buyers were lined up out the door.
And every sale meant fresh cash flowing straight into Jerry's pocket.
This cycle repeated nonstop.
Green after green after green.
Truck after truck after truck.
Money.
Rolling in.
The Last Morning:
Time to go back to school.
The fresh rural air smelled sweeter than ever.
At the little yard in front of the family's old mud-brick house,
Mom gripped Jerry's hand tightly,
her eyes full of tears she refused to shed.
"Mom, I left you 80,000 yuan for buying greens.
You and Dad deliver three loads to Fatty every day, just like we planned."
"Anything you're unsure about, just ask Fatty.
He'll help you."
Jerry smiled gently.
This visit had gone better than he ever hoped.
Not only did he fill up his war chest—
he also got to see his once-lost parents alive again.
There was nothing more precious.
"But... who's gonna handle buying from the villagers when we're out delivering?"
Mom asked, suddenly worried.
She didn't trust anyone outside the family with the money.
Jerry laughed.
"Easy, Mom.
We've got plenty of relatives.
Pick someone honest."
He wasn't worried.
A few simple arrangements would be enough.
"Oh, by the way, Mom—"
Mom had one more question,
her eyes glinting with hope.
"Now that we have money,
should we renovate the house?"
She wasn't wrong.
Their place was practically falling apart.
It would feel good to fix it up and shove it in the face of all those gossipy villagers.
Jerry chuckled.
"Not yet."
"Renovating this shack?
Nah—
wait until I come back next time."
"Then we'll build a real house.
A six-story villa.
Big enough to make everyone in the village go blind from jealousy."
He couldn't help grinning.
Just imagining their faces was satisfying.
But...
business first.
For now,
he had bigger dreams to chase.