Transmigrated as the Villain Boss's Precious Darling-Chapter 137: The Worrying Little Girl

Jim Thorne didn’t get it at first. Fifteen cents? He was more concerned about the White Rabbit candy.

"When did you eat White Rabbit candy?"

Jim Thorne was suspicious. The only family in the entire village with White Rabbit candy was Accountant Golding’s, and that brat Maeve Golding had never gotten along with Holly. Why would she give Holly any candy?

"Maeve Golding gave me some. It wasn’t even good."

Holly Tang blurted out a lie. Her brother wouldn’t go and confront Maeve Golding anyway. Maeve was Accountant Golding’s granddaughter. She wasn’t a bad kid at heart; she just hadn’t gotten along with Holly’s previous self and had picked on her constantly.

Besides, Maeve Golding and Jacqueline Spann were cousins of a sort—Jacqueline’s maternal grandfather and Accountant Golding were cousins.

Jim Thorne didn’t doubt her. After a moment’s thought, he said, "Then let’s buy some other candy, and you can make that brat jealous right back, Holly."

"No! We’re saving the money to buy more photos!"

Holly Tang roared in frustration. ’This guy is hopeless! Adrian Hawthorne already explained it perfectly clearly. If they buy wholesale at fifteen cents each, they can make a five-cent profit per photo. That’s a lot more than just reselling. Over time, it’ll add up to a good amount of money! Plus, it’ll give Jim some starting capital to sell other things. Selling these stills is just a stopgap!’

Her shouting finally got the point across to Jim Thorne, but he said dismissively, "It’s only three yuan. We can only buy twenty photos with that."

’Making five cents per photo only adds up to a one-yuan profit. The Jim Thorne of today already looks down on a single yuan. He’s gotten a big head.’

Furious, Holly Tang smacked him. ’He’s so frustrating! Doesn’t he know that small amounts add up? But I’m too little to explain too much, or Adrian Hawthorne will get suspicious. All I can do is hit him.’

Adrian Hawthorne watched, amused. ’This chubby little girl is acting just like a worried mother. How interesting.’

"Do the math," Adrian Hawthorne explained patiently. "With three yuan, you can buy twenty photos. If you make three cents each, your profit is only sixty cents. But at five cents each, you make a full yuan. That’s an extra forty cents. You can use that forty cents to buy more stock. It’s called compounding. Don’t underestimate it."

Holly Tang nodded vigorously. ’Exactly! A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. What big-shot CEO didn’t start out by scraping together tiny profits?’

A thoughtful look crossed Jim Thorne’s face. Now that it was explained like that, he understood. It made sense. But he still wanted to buy his little sister some nice snacks. That was his stubborn pride as an older brother.

"Jim," she said, "when you’ve earned... hmm... one hundred yuan... then you can buy me chocolate, okay?"

Holly very seriously set a small goal. ’I’m not actually interested in snacks at all, but this will give my brother the motivation he needs. Otherwise, he’ll just squander the money again.’

"I’ll buy it now..."

Before Jim Thorne could finish, another slap landed on his arm. Holly Tang yelled angrily, "Wait until you’ve earned a hundred yuan! If you buy it now, I won’t eat it. I’ll just throw it out!"

"Alright, alright! I won’t."

Jim Thorne rubbed his arm, not daring to make his sister angry again. ’A hundred yuan is nothing,’ he thought. ’Even if I only make three yuan a day, I’ll have it in a month. I’ll get more stock tomorrow—maybe it won’t even take that long!’

’Soon, he’d make his sister the envy of every kid in the village. Hmph! Who cares about Maeve Golding’s White Rabbit candy!’

Holly Tang sighed softly. ’I finally got my brother back on the right track. This is exhausting. If I were just a few years older, I’d handle this myself.’

Adrian Hawthorne couldn’t resist pinching her cheek. ’This little-adult routine of hers is fascinating,’ he thought. ’I never noticed before what a worrier this chubby girl is.’ 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

"What do you think you’re doing?!"

Jim Thorne angrily smacked Adrian Hawthorne’s hand away, then gently rubbed Holly’s cheek. He glared furiously at the "culprit." He couldn’t even bring himself to pinch his own sister’s cheek.

Adrian Hawthorne rubbed his nose, looking a little sheepish. He hadn’t been able to resist; his hands had just been itching to do it.

"If we’re not buying anything, let’s head back."

Jim Thorne snorted, picked Holly up, and sat her on the bicycle’s crossbar. He had just started to push off when four or five menacing-looking youths appeared in front of them. Their leader, a boy of about fourteen or fifteen, was eyeing them with a sidelong glare.