"Uncle, I thought you would ask me how much money we've collected in total." Tang Yue patted the bulging waist pouch and asked teasingly.
Tang Mingli's eyes lit up, and he quickly packed up his things. Then he took Tang Yue out for a meal. During the meal, he specially asked for a private room. Firstly, it was convenient to store the remaining few clothes, and secondly, they could count the money openly and aboveboard!
Yes, counting money.
Most of the customers who bought clothes paid with various small bills, so scattering such a pile of notes on the table was quite a delightful sight.
"Xiao Yue, you count the ten yuan and the 50 cents, I'll count the five yuan and one yuan bills," Tang Mingli distributed the different denominations.
Tang Yue also organized the money very quickly. In her past life, she mostly dealt with pink Mao notes. There seemed to be a lot of money, but when actually counted together, it was not too much. Tang Yue calmly separated all the ten yuan and 50 cents bills.
Tang Mingli was always excited. Seeing Tang Yue so calm, he took a deep breath to restrain the excitement in his heart.
"This is a hundred."
After Tang Mingli counted one hundred, he folded them neatly into a pile.
After adding up the final total, Tang Mingli calculated carefully, and after deducting the travel expenses, they had made a profit of one hundred and fifty yuan, and that was not even counting the clothes that had not been sold.
"Xiao Yue, count it yourself." Tang Mingli counted the money over and over, for fear of making a mistake, and muttered, "The stocking cost two hundred, and the round-trip fare was thirty."
"Uncle, don't rush me or shake them; you're making my head spin." Tang Yue counted again in front of Tang Mingli and indeed, they had made a profit of one hundred and fifty.
Tang Mingli was so excited that he could have shouted out loud. He carefully stored the money and then took out ten yuan, saying, "Xiao Yue, here, this is for snacks."
"Thank you, Uncle." Tang Yue said with a beaming smile.
Tang Mingli then said, "Xiao Yue, you've played a big part in earning this money. This one hundred and forty yuan, let's split it fifty-fifty."
Tang Mingli counted out seventy yuan for Tang Yue.
Surprise shone in Tang Yue's eyes. She had thought that her uncle might give her some money, but she hadn't expected such an even split.
If the ten yuan was for snacks, then the remaining seventy yuan was quite a substantial sum.
"Uncle, this isn't right." Tang Yue immediately refused without a second thought, "I've only contributed a little effort; it wouldn't be right for me to take so much money."
All this money was invested by her uncle, and all she did was accompany him to pick out clothes. However she looked at it, she didn't deserve so much money for her contribution.
"Xiao Yue, listen to your uncle first," Tang Mingli said in a leisurely manner. "If it wasn't for you mentioning this to your uncle, I wouldn't have thought of buying clothes to sell. Besides, the choice of clothes was all thanks to your eye."
Without waiting for Tang Yue to respond, he continued, "Also, you changed your outfit twice later on. Besides that, if it weren't for you, even if your uncle knew this way of making money, I wouldn't have earned this much."
Tang Mingli has been in the county since he was in his teens, he's done all sorts of work, carried bricks on construction sites, moved vegetables in the market, and even slaughtered pigs, before finally becoming a runner in a restaurant.
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