Chapter 5: The More, the Better

“So many supplies… only the government would be able to come up with that much,” the middle-aged man sighed.

Su Miaomiao’s expression remained composed. What she listed earlier was already a conservative estimate.

After all, there were so many people in the family. If they didn’t stockpile enough food, the days ahead would be hard to endure.

“How much do you have available now?” Su Miaomiao put down the pencil in her hand.

“You really want that much?” The man studied her carefully.

This girl sounded young, but the aura in her eyes… it wasn’t something an ordinary person could possess.

Not to mention, he had already noticed her earlier when she was running her stall.

Everything she had taken out had been high-end.

“Yes. But I’m in a rush. I need it all before sunrise.”

“Before sunrise? That’s cutting it real close.” The man frowned.

“You help me gather about 2,000 yuan worth of supplies. Once it’s all ready, I’ll give you 100 yuan as a service fee,” Su Miaomiao said with certainty.

“H-How much did you say?” The man’s eyes bulged.

Su Miaomiao didn’t bother to argue. She directly pulled out five 10-yuan bills from her pocket and placed them on the table.

“This is your deposit.”

The man was stunned. He picked up the five bills and carefully examined them one by one.

They were all genuine.

He immediately stuffed them into his pocket. When he looked at Su Miaomiao again, his eyes were glowing with enthusiasm.

He usually made money by reselling at a markup.

Su Miaomiao was basically delivering cash to his door.

If he could actually gather 2,000 yuan worth of goods, plus that 100-yuan bonus, he wouldn’t have to do any more business for half a year.

Rather than living each day in fear, why not take the big deal?

“Alright! Girl, you’re a straight-talker—I like that. You’ve got yourself a deal,” he agreed heartily.

“Good. Before sunrise, send everything to Warehouse No. 23 on Xingkou Road. I’ll have someone there to receive it,” Su Miaomiao instructed firmly.

“That warehouse has been abandoned for a long time. Not many residents around either. Good choice for a deal,” the man nodded.

“Hurry and get things ready. I’ll accept whatever is delivered before sunrise. After that, I won’t take it. Also, make sure you don’t attract any attention,” Su Miaomiao reminded him.

“Don’t worry. I’ve been doing this for years. If I didn’t know how to stay under the radar, I’d be in prison by now.”

“I’ll head over and wait,” Su Miaomiao said, then turned to leave.

“Got it!” the man responded cheerfully.

Su Miaomiao quickly left the black market and made her way to the abandoned warehouse.

She wasn’t the least bit worried about the man running off with her money.

After all, given the choice between earning 50 or earning 500, anyone with a brain would know what to pick.

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Su Miaomiao waited inside the warehouse for about half an hour before the black market sent over the first batch.

Leading the group was the same man from before.

“Miss, here’s 200 jin of white rice. You take this first—I’ll go prepare the rest.”

“Please bring it inside,” Su Miaomiao said.

“No problem.” The man gave a signal, and the people behind him immediately pushed a cart in to unload.

200 jin of rice—Su Miaomiao calculated the price based on the black market rate and handed the money to the man in front of her.

After receiving the money, the man spat on his fingertips and quickly counted the bills.

The younger men who had just finished unloading looked stunned when they saw the large wad of cash in their boss’s hands.

“Perfect. Not a cent missing,” the man confirmed, then turned to Su Miaomiao with a grin.

“Please get the rest of the supplies over as soon as possible. I don’t have much time,” Su Miaomiao said as she glanced at the pocket watch in her hand—the one her Uncle had given her earlier, which she decided to keep. After all, having a watch was incredibly convenient.

“Don’t worry. I just brought them along to scout the route. It’ll be much quicker after this,” the man replied vaguely.

In reality, they hadn’t trusted Su Miaomiao fully, so they only brought 200 jin of rice at first to test the waters.

Now that they’d seen how she could fork over large sums of cash without even blinking, their doubts vanished.

The rest of the supplies were soon delivered in a steady stream.

As for why Su Miaomiao needed so many goods—that wasn’t any of their business.

The black market had its own rules: cash for goods, no questions asked.

Once the men left, Su Miaomiao turned back into the warehouse.

The place was dilapidated and lit only by moonlight. The 200 jin of rice was stacked neatly on the floor.

With a single thought, Su Miaomiao stored the rice into her dimensional space.

Another half hour passed, and faint sounds began to stir outside the warehouse—along with the flicker of torchlight.

Su Miaomiao glanced over. More people had arrived this time.

“600 jin of flour.”

“500 jin of brown rice.”

“200 jin of pork.”

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One cart after another, they hauled in the goods and stacked them in the broken warehouse.

For each delivery, Su Miaomiao paid on the spot.

The black market boss didn’t bother going back and forth anymore. He just stood to the side, collecting money with a grin so wide it nearly split his face in half.

This went on until just before dawn.

Finally, the man approached with a somewhat regretful look.

“Miss, I’m really sorry. We’ve already gathered everything we could get our hands on. I even reached out to the other black market dealers. But because inspections are tight right now, this is all we could scrounge up.”

He was clearly a little heartbroken.

He could tell Su Miaomiao still had money—probably a lot—but they simply had nothing left to trade.

“It’s alright. Thank you for all your help,” Su Miaomiao said, taking out another 50 yuan and handing it to him.

“This is the rest of your service fee.”

“Much appreciated, miss!” The man beamed as he accepted it, feeling like he’d just met a lucky star.

He couldn’t help but glance at the warehouse, which was now practically overflowing with supplies.

“Need our guys to help deliver these somewhere? It’s on the house—no extra charge,” the man offered, now treating Su Miaomiao like a walking god of wealth.

“No need. I’ve already arranged for someone to come collect it,” Su Miaomiao declined politely.

“Alright then, we won’t disturb you any further.”

“Mhm.”

…

Eager to get back and split the profits with his crew, the man waved and quickly left with his people.

Once Su Miaomiao confirmed that there was no one within a hundred meters, she began storing all the supplies into her dimensional space.

Even with such a massive haul, it barely made a dent in the available space.

If she had more time, she honestly would have stocked even more.

But dawn was approaching. If she didn’t return soon, the Huo family might start to notice her absence.

Silently, Su Miaomiao slipped out of the warehouse and made her way back to the Huo residence.