Daily Intelligence System: Financial Independence-Chapter 193 - 132: 100,000 Yuan Cash in a Moldy Rice Sack and a Dump Truck with Failed Brakes? This Intel Is a Bit Abstract!

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Chapter 193: Chapter 132: 100,000 Yuan Cash in a Moldy Rice Sack and a Dump Truck with Failed Brakes? This Intel Is a Bit Abstract!

The moment you step out of Bai Gezhuang New Village District, there’s a Jingkelong Supermarket right there.

Even though this supermarket isn’t as big as big chains like Wumart or Yonghui,

the produce inside is really fresh, and the selection is pretty complete.

In the half a month since Xu Li moved in, she’s already become a regular here.

The two of them, chatting and laughing, grabbed a shopping cart at the entrance and headed in to pick out groceries for tonight’s dinner with Old Lü and his wife.

In the meat section, they bought a rack of ribs, some chicken wings, some drumsticks, and there was still beef at home brought from the old place, enough for another dish.

At the veggie section they bought broccoli, lettuce, new garlic shoots, cucumbers, and tomatoes—all standard, everyday veggies.

Xu Li also grabbed two boxes of okra and a bunch of chives, saying she wanted to make an extra dish just for Old Jiang.

In the seafood section, they fished out a 4-jin Qingjiang fish and asked the fish guy to clean and prep it.

They got over 4 jin of big prawns and a foam box full of oysters.

After that, they picked up some drinks, plus dessert and fruit for after the meal.

And lastly, Xu Li and Jiang Xue loaded up on a pile of snacks.

This mom and daughter pair are both snack lovers, always munching on treats at home.

By the end, their little shopping cart was packed to the brim.

At checkout, they spent over 800 yuan all together.

Back in the day, if they spent that much in one trip, Jiang Tao might have felt a little pain in his wallet.

But now, 800 yuan isn’t a big deal for him anymore.

Just today, not counting his stock fund returns, he made 180,000 selling stones!

Even after 20% personal income tax, he’d still take home over 140,000!

Jiang Tao and Xu Li had to make two trips back and forth to get everything from the cart into the trunk.

After this grand grocery haul, by the time they were back downstairs at their building, it was already after 6 p.m.

Jiang Wen had gotten Jiang Tao’s call and came down to help them carry all the groceries upstairs together.

Once home, Xu Li, Dad, and Mom all went straight to the kitchen to get busy.

Jiang Tao cracked open Jiang Xue’s little bedroom door and saw she was lying on her stomach on the bed, chatting away in a video call with her little mouth going non-stop.

"Teacher Jiang, does your hurt foot make it really hard for you to walk?"

"My dad is super strong! Want me to ask him to carry you downstairs for dinner?"

"When dinner’s over, he can carry you back upstairs again."

As soon as Jiang Xue finished her sentence, Jiang Yi’s laughter—a tinkling, silvery sound—came through the phone.

Old Jiang, sneaking a listen at the doorway, couldn’t help but chuckle at his Little Cotton Padded Jacket’s proposal.

Kids really do see the world in such a simple way.

Your dad toting your teacher down for dinner? He’d probably end up kneeling on the washboard at home!

"Thank you for your sweet offer, Xiao Xue, you really know how to care for people."

"But, sweetie, I’m a grown up. I weigh about 100 jin—it’s too heavy. Your dad can’t carry me."

"He can! My dad is super strong! Besides, Teacher Jiang, you’re only 100 jin, that’s not that heavy."

"My aunt weighed herself on our home scale during New Year’s—she was 120 jin! And she tried to trick me, saying the scale was broken."

"Tch, does she think I’m only three years old?"

Listening to this back and forth between Little Cotton Padded Jacket and Jiang Yi, Jiang Tao couldn’t help but laugh out loud at the doorway.

Is this how you rat out your little aunt? For real!

Jiang Tao glanced at the Green Water Ghost Rolex on his wrist.

Right now it was already a bit past 6:30 p.m.

It’d been just over an hour since he and Xu Li left to buy groceries.

Which meant Jiang Xue and Jiang Yi had been video chatting for more than an hour, too.

Jiang Tao pushed open the door, walked over in a few steps to Jiang Xue’s little bed, and said gently:

"Xiao Xue, Teacher Jiang is hurt and needs to rest. That’s enough chatting for today. Say bye-bye to Teacher Jiang."

Jiang Xue pouted, "Aww, no~ I still have so much to talk to Teacher Jiang about."

Jiang Tao glanced at her phone’s screen and saw Jiang Yi was also lying on her bed, just like Jiang Xue.

That deep cleavage was on full display; the two "Bears" were squished in a way that stoked the imagination.

Once Jiang Tao suddenly appeared on screen,

Jiang Yi on the other end quickly shifted her position, got up and sat on her bed, her beauty there but gone in a flash.

She ran her hand through her hair a bit sheepishly, pretending nothing happened.

"Xiao Xue, little kids can’t use electronics for too long."

"Be a good girl for your dad, you can call Teacher again anytime you want."

"Okay then, see you, Teacher Jiang."

"Bye-bye~"

Hearing Jiang Yi’s words, Jiang Xue finally hung up the call, a little reluctantly.

She slid on a pair of pink fuzzy slippers and followed Jiang Tao out of the room.

Ding-ling-ling—

Jiang Tao had just stepped out of Jiang Xue’s room when his phone started ringing in his pocket.

He pulled it out and saw the caller ID: "Old Lü."

"Hey Old Lü, you and Aunt Ma are downstairs? I’ll come down to meet you."

Jiang Tao answered, said a quick few words into the phone, and hung up.

Taking the elevator down, he happened to bump into that stone-faced brother from next door heading up.

The guy didn’t greet him, and Jiang Tao wasn’t about to warm up to someone who didn’t want to talk.

Downstairs, he saw Lü Qian and Ma Dongmei just arriving at the entrance carrying bags and bags of stuff.

"Brother Lü, you’re too polite—no need to bring so much stuff when you come over."

Jiang Tao chuckled as he walked up,

taking a few of the boxes from Lü Qian’s hands.

There were boxes of snacks, milk, cigarettes, alcohol, tea, and candy.

And Ma Dongmei was holding several big bags of fruit.