"Impossible. She looks barely twenty; how could she possibly have that much money?" Li Jinfeng, the only woman among the three, retorted sharply. She simply could not believe that a piece of trash—a jinx—could have the capability to be a wealthy merchant.
"Then how is she able to open the twelve best storefronts on the main street? Even if she isn't the wealthy merchant herself, she must be connected to one. Perhaps..." Chen Dafu, Li Jinfeng's son—a young man in his twenties with beady eyes—muttered, his eyes darting around.
"What do you mean?" Chen Youfu asked, sensing his son’s gears turning. Their son was no ordinary man; he had always been full of clever ideas. Back when Chen Youfu was fired for stealing from the factory, it was Dafu who suggested they go to the train station to sell steamed buns. Sure enough, they earned more than they ever had at the factory. The son was capable, and listening to him was never a mistake.
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