Chapter 13 Schoolbag
  The sudden appearance of Curly was unexpected by Liu Xiuxiu. She had heard the news before that these gangsters were arrested for suspected rape cases. How dare Curly come back!
  Breaking free from the restraints of the other party, Liu Xiuxiu could finally speak, "Didn't you run away? The situation is very tense now, how dare you come back?"

  The down-and-out Curly looked like a beggar, without the chic and extravagant manner of the past. He looked at the richly dressed Liu Xiuxiu opposite him viciously, and grinned nonchalantly, "Oh, I'm like this now, what else do I have to be afraid of? The police arrested me and have to take care of my food, drink, defecation, urination and sleep. It's better than hiding outside, don't you think, Xiu'er sister?"

  Liu Xiuxiu's face darkened, holding the bag His hands gradually clenched, "Tell me, what do you want to do by looking for me?"

  Curly scratched his messy hair and yawned, "I don't want to do anything. I just want the police to arrest me. As long as I tell the truth about who asked me to do that, I can not only redeem myself for my crime, but also find a good place to spend the winter. Maybe in the spring, I can get out again..."

  Liu Xiuxiu gritted her teeth, closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths. She knew that this scoundrel was threatening her. At this moment, she was angry and hateful. Why didn't this man die outside!

  "Tell me, what are your conditions?"

  Curly's eyes narrowed, and he raised a dirty finger. "Money! Give me money and I won't tell anyone."

  Liu Xiuxiu frowned slightly. "What do you mean, ten yuan?"

  Curly shook his head, and Liu Xiuxiu continued to guess. "One hundred?"

  "No, it's one thousand."

  "Are you crazy? I'm just a student. Where can I get that much money for you?"

  Curly laughed, kicked his hands and stomped his feet, ready to leave. Liu Xiuxiu quickly grabbed him. "Wait a minute! I really don't have a thousand. I have less than a hundred. I'll give it all to you. If you still think it's not enough, there's nothing I can do. At worst, I'll refuse to admit it, and the police can't do anything to me!"

  Curly paused and stared at Liu Xiuxiu for a long time. Finally, he nodded in agreement, took the money, and quickly disappeared.

  Liu Xiuxiu watched Curly's departure and frantically stamped on the weeds by the roadside until her anger subsided. Then she resumed her usual demeanor and continued on her way to the Sun family's house.

  ...

  Fang Qing, carrying her new schoolbag, attracted attention again as she entered the school. Compared to the other students' green backpacks, Fang Qing's new bag was a true luxury. Many female students, though wary of Fang Qing's temper, were still brave enough to approach and inquire.

  A short, chubby girl timidly approached, chatting politely with Fang Qing while stealing glances at the eye-catching new bag. She followed Fang Qing all the way to the classroom door, never taking her eyes off him. Finally, she couldn't resist pulling Fang Qing aside to ask the price.

  Fang Qing's eyes rolled. "Hey, classmate, how much do you think this bag is worth?"

  The chubby girl blinked, then looked at the beautiful bag again. "Fifty, fifty cents?"

  Fang Qing felt a little disappointed. This price still didn't meet her expectations. She would have to cut costs on labor. She pondered this as she returned to the classroom, completely forgetting the chubby girl still gazing at her new bag.

  After a period of research and budgeting, Fang Qing finally came up with a production process that minimized the steps and time required. Now all he had to do was select a processing site, find the workers, and secure sales channels. The project was almost done.

  But where would he find sales channels?

  In her two lifetimes combined, Fang Qing had never been exposed to this field, let alone finding a market for it. Glancing at the book in her hand, Fang Qing lamented: Practice is indeed the key to success!
  Just as Fang Qing was frowning, the fat classmate came again.

  "Fang Qing, you haven't told me yet, where did you buy that schoolbag?"

  Fang Qing was worried about selling it, and seeing the fat classmate coming again, she simply told her directly, "I didn't buy it, it was made by my family... well, my family processed it. Why, you want it too? It's not cheap..."

  The fat classmate's eyes lit up when he heard it, and he took out five yuan from his pocket and slammed it on the table, "Are these... enough?"

  Fang Qing was stunned. She hadn't realized that the fat classmate was so generous! But she hesitated when she saw the money on the table. After thinking about it, she pushed the money back and said, "If you like it, I can ask my family to make another one for you. You just need to prepare the fabric and accessories yourself. We are all classmates, so I can't take your money."

  Looking at the money pushed back, Xiaopang became anxious, and then pushed it back again, "That won't work. My dad said that other people's labor results from hard work. You should give this money to the person who made the schoolbag as her wages."

  Xiaopang looked silly, but she didn't expect that she was so talkative. The two of them started chatting back and forth. Fang Qing became more and more excited. It turned out that the father of this little fat girl was a wholesaler who specialized in wholesale in Guangzhou. No wonder the little girl could buy things with money casually. So that's how it is...

  "Well, let's do this. This money will be considered as a deposit. I'll go back and ask my family to help you make

  it, and I'll return the rest of the money to you." Xiaopang smiled happily, his eyes narrowed into slits with joy, "Okay, okay, my name is Wang Xuefei, from the fourth shift, when it's done, just have someone call me."

  Holding the five yuan, Fang Qing's heart beat faster with excitement. This was the first time she had held so much money since she was a child. Looking at the money in her hand, Fang Qing became more and more confident. She asked for leave that day to go home and contact her aunt to discuss setting up a processing point.

  The aunt hurried over after dark, and the two of them went into the house and started to make a budget. Because the aunt worked in a textile factory, it was easy for her to inquire about the market price of fabrics. Then, based on the amount of materials she used to sew a schoolbag for Fang Qing, the two of them worked until late at night and finally calculated the processing costs and labor costs.

  The two of them fiddled with the abacus, becoming more and more excited as they calculated, but Fang Qing suddenly realized a problem, "Aunt, where will our capital come from?"

  Fang Cuiying's hand, which was working on the abacus, suddenly stopped. She stared at him blankly, and it took her a while to find her voice, "How could I forget about this... Hey, we don't have the capital, so why are we so excited... Forget it, let's go to sleep first, and think about the capital tomorrow."

  Fang Qing was so worried that she tossed and turned all night. The next morning, she sat on her brother's bicycle with two dark circles under her eyes.

  Fang Ming looked at his sister's panda eyes and rode happily. When he heard that his sister wanted to make schoolbags to sell, Fang Ming's first reaction was that his sister was fooling around again, but then he slammed on the brakes and stopped.

  "What did you say? Borrow money? Qing, listen to your brother's advice. There is a lot of knowledge in doing business. It is not something we can touch! Just study hard and don't think about anything else. If mom finds out, she will definitely skin you alive..."

  But Fang Qing was determined. She must try this.

  (End of this chapter)