Luckily, there were still some instant meals at home.
Song Miaozhu quickly made herself a bowl of instant noodles to fill her stomach, then drank a bottle of milk she'd just bought.
She then took a quick shower and changed her clothes, moved the crate of milk, hot water kettle, the kitten milk bowls, and the little kittens into her bedroom, placing them right beside her bed.
"You all be good! I'll warm up your milk when I get back!"
Bending over to gently stroke the three sleeping kittens, she then lay down and closed her eyes.
Not even a second later, Song Miaozhu's eyes shot open, and she sat up in fright. Who would've thought! She was nearly buried alive under a flood of ghost resumes just now! Nearly suffocated!
Wait, no—she's a spirit when she enters the ghost shop, so she doesn't need to breathe. She can't actually suffocate. It just felt like suffocation, with the overwhelming sea of papers blocking her vision.
She quickly got out of bed, found an empty room, and transferred all the ghost shop resumes into it. Only then did she return to the store.
Four hours later.
[Wealth Vault Deposit: ¥532,350]
All twelve pre-order clients paid their deposits today. Each order averaged about 18,000 hell coins, totaling over 210,000 hell coins.
Regular product sales brought in another 50,000+ hell coins.
Converted to RMB, it came out to 532,350 yuan.
Song Miaozhu took a quick glance at the transaction notification, then went off to warm milk for the kittens.
As soon as she set the bowl down beside their nest, Little Goldie caught the scent and immediately crawled over, lapping at the milk eagerly. Little Snowball, hearing Goldie drink, quickly followed. Only Little Coal remained in the nest, lifting its tiny head to stare at Song Miaozhu.
"Go on, eat!"
The moment she spoke, Little Coal scampered over to join the others.
After a while, the little black kitten stopped drinking—apparently satisfied. But it wasn't done yet. It swatted the other two away from the bowl, even herding them back into the nest.
"Meeooow…" Little Snowball cried out pitifully at Song Miaozhu.
Little Goldie stared longingly at the barely-full bowl, trying multiple times to sneak over, only to be pushed back by Little Coal.
Song Miaozhu: "(ω)"
"These three little troublemakers are so full of personality… and so adorable!"
She promptly gave each of them a thorough petting, rewarded with a chorus of happy "meow meow meow~"
The next morning, her first task was, as usual, feeding and cuddling the kittens.
Originally, she had planned to visit the wholesale market today—and she still would—but first, she decided to take the kittens to a veterinary clinic for checkups. She also needed to pick up kitten food, goat's milk formula, and other pet supplies.
Lactose-free milk was only a temporary solution.
Now that she had money, transportation was no issue. She booked a car with a driver for the entire day via her phone.
After a quick breakfast, the car arrived at the foot of Xiaozhu Mountain. Song Miaozhu strapped on her backpack front-facing, tucked the three kittens inside, and hopped in. The kittens, wary of the unfamiliar environment, stayed curled inside the bag and refused to peek out.
Using the travel time, Song Miaozhu wrote up the product descriptions and price quotes for last night's pre-orders.
After a checkup at the pet hospital, good news—the kittens were all perfectly healthy. Not even a single flea!
She also confirmed their genders.
Little Coal was a girl, while Little Goldie and Little Snowball were boys.
After loading up the car with a bunch of pet supplies, she headed straight to the suburban wholesale market. This time, the kittens were nestled in a cat backpack, curiously peeking out through the mesh.
"Wu Lao'er General Merchandise Wholesale—this must be the place!"
Song Miaozhu had found the supplier Aunt Chen recommended. They'd already chatted on WeChat, and now she just needed to inspect the goods in person before placing her order.
Chen Ma's long-time business partner wouldn't steer her wrong. And indeed, the shop did not disappoint.
The selection was comprehensive, carrying everything she needed—all with reasonably fresh expiration dates. More importantly, the owner was honest. She picked out a massive quantity of goods—enough that most merchants would've been thrilled. But Boss Wu cautioned her:
"This is enough stock for a small supermarket. If you can't sell it all, you'll be stuck with dead inventory."
Only after her repeated assurances did he finally relent.
"With this much, I'll need to arrange a larger delivery truck for you."
Since she wanted everything delivered today, Boss Wu went to arrange the transport while Song Miaozhu browsed the store. That was when she noticed something on the other side of the entrance—wholesale funeral supplies, including paper money.
A thought struck her.
When Boss Wu returned, she asked, "Do you carry gold foil paper or colored craft paper?"
The Ghost Shop still had some paper in stock, but she needed to line up new suppliers in advance.
"Not at the moment," he admitted. "But if you're a long-term buyer, I can source it for you. I know a paper factory owner."
"Perfect! I run a paper goods shop—still in its early stages. Right now, my biggest needs are gold foil and…" She listed the specific types of paper used for funeral crafts.
"I'm not too familiar with these, so how about this: I'll get sample books from the factory and bring them for you to choose from," Boss Wu offered.
"Deal!"
From now on, she'd likely be ordering from Boss Wu regularly for the convenience store goods. Once she knew his full inventory, future transactions could happen online—with same-day or next-day delivery.
Back in Yuanshan Ancient Town, Boss Wu brought his son and an employee to help carry all the goods into the Anshou Hall Paper Shop. Most of it was stored in the attic, with some items left in the front hall.
After they left, Song Miaozhu arranged the front hall stock neatly on the shelves near the entrance. Going forward, the front half of the hall would sell snacks and drinks, while the back half would be for paper offerings goods.
The snack-and-drink side now had a drink fridge, all the common snacks and beverages—finally starting to look like a real convenience store.
The paper-made goods section was still sparse: just a few bamboo baskets on the shelves, only one filled with gold ingots. The rest were empty.
On the cashier counter, she'd placed some liquor bottles. Next to it, she reserved space for a printing area. She had already contacted a supplier for the equipment—it would be delivered in a few days.
Back up in the attic, it was stacked with all sorts of supplies. Very little of it was meant for the downstairs shop—most of it was headed for the ghost shop. Once she found the right staff, the ghost shop could open 24/7. When that time came, the daily shipment volume would be way more than it is now.
With that thought, she immediately transported today's stock to the Ghost Shop.
While she still had time, she also swung by a print shop to get the latest custom-order catalogs and price lists ready.