Chapter 203: Skyrocketing Income

Chapter 203: Unbelievable Earnings

"I'll help you to speed things up." Fu Tinghua looked at Su He, his gaze unwavering.

He couldn’t just leave Su He to work this late alone.

"You sure? You’ve been on your feet all day," Su He sighed.

"Same goes for you," Fu Tinghua shot back.

Su He: ......

Neither budged, so they had no choice but to roll up their sleeves and split the task: counting cash.

Looking at the cash drawer jam-packed with loose change, their jaws dropped.

They knew business had been good today, but they never saw this coming.

"Let’s just get to counting," Fu Tinghua said, stepping forward to grab a stack of bills.

Su He jumped right in, tallying alongside him.

Most of the bills ranged from a few cents to a few yuan, with some tens and twenties mixed in. Surprisingly, a lone hundred-yuan bill stuck out like a sore thumb among the small change.

That one was from some fancy durian buyer.

Who drops a hundred-yuan bill at a supermarket?

Most purchases were just for items worth a few cents.

Su He was downright dizzy, experiencing for the first time what it meant to count cash till her hands went numb.

The sheer volume of small bills was overwhelming, and they still had to stack and strap them to avoid recounting later.

Where’s Jack Ma when you need him? They needed Alipay, stat.

Hold up—they’d need phones first.

Su He mused that once she made enough money, she’d definitely invest in the internet era.

The internet was still in its infancy in the ’90s, so it was years away. She’d need seed money first.

Fortunately, both were quick with numbers—especially Fu Tinghua, who ripped through the counting.

In less than half an hour, the massive pile was all counted.

"My tally’s 623 yuan. Let’s keep these loose bills separate."

"I’ve got 454 yuan here."

They exchanged a glance, stunned.

They’d pulled in over a grand today?

Holy crap, that was insane.

Even Fu Tinghua, who’d seen his fair share of the world, froze for a moment.

He knew Su He never came up short—but he never dreamed they’d rake in this much.

Here's the improved translation incorporating the expert suggestions:

"Durians probably made up most of the sales."

Durians were expensive, and today they sold at least nearly a hundred—if not a full hundred, at least seventy or eighty.

Because Su He had also taken out those space durians that were almost ripe for sale, and they all sold out instantly.

No idea why those rich folks were buying multiple at once.

Before they knew it, everything was gone.

"We need to split the profits with Mom, Dad, and our brothers and sisters-in-law," Su He muttered under her breath.

She realized that if she wanted to pocket the durian money, it would be way too easy.

The Fu family had no idea how much she'd sold, so she could name any figure and they'd believe it.

"Did you weigh them first? Total pounds of durians?" Fu Tinghua asked.

"I forgot. It was crazy busy today," Su He shook her head with a hint of innocence.

After thinking for a second, she added, "But today's durian sales must've been over six hundred."

It was easy enough to estimate.

Last time they'd sold around sixty-something durians for over five hundred. This time with seventy or eighty, it should be over six hundred.

"Next time, maybe have Mom and Dad weigh them at home first? If we keep things vague, my sisters-in-law might get ideas," Su He turned to Fu Tinghua with her suggestion.

Fu Tinghua considered it carefully but shook his head. "They wouldn't dare say anything. If you make it too formal, they'll wonder if they took too much."

Su He saw it differently and insisted, "Settling things now avoids trouble later. In business, no matter how close you are, once money comes between people, family turns into enemies."

Back where she came from, she'd seen too many friends and relatives become enemies after going into business together.

She meant to start her own business eventually—one that belonged solely to her, without any partners.

But it was too early for that now. She still needed the Fu family's support.

For now, she'd just have to prevent conflicts in this venture.

Seeing Su He's firm stance, Fu Tinghua found himself deep in thought.

"Alright, I'll talk to them," he gave in.

If Su He brought it up, the Fu family would overthink it.

Why's the new bride suddenly keeping score? They wouldn't mind their share, but they'd wonder what they did to upset Su He.

Fu Tinghua could best explain that her insistence on clarity protected everyone's interests—she was looking out for the family.

"Is Dad coming tomorrow?" Su He asked suddenly.

"Could be tomorrow or the next day," Fu Tinghua frowned, uncertain.

Not having a phone was such a pain.

Weren't cell phones about to catch on here? He should grab one as soon as they hit the market. "How about weekly settlements?" Su He floated the idea.

"Sure." Fu Tinghua nodded.

"Ugh, I'm exhausted." Su He stood up and couldn't help stretching.

But with all the money earned today, it was totally worth it.

"I'll give you a massage when we get back tonight." Fu Tinghua also stood up and positioned himself behind Su He, starting to knead her shoulders.

"You know how to do that?" Su He asked in surprise.

"Never done it, but I’ve read up on it—where the pressure points are, which spots feel good."

As Fu Tinghua spoke, he applied a bit more pressure, and Su He felt instant relief.

"Dr. Fu, you’re seriously amazing! Jack of all trades!" Su He couldn’t help but laugh and praise.

Fu Tinghua: "..."

His ears pinkened, and he let out an awkward "Mhm" before asking, "Anything else left to do?"

Su He glanced at the emptied-out shelves and shook her head.

Fu Yanju would likely restock in the morning—she’d already been instructed.

She’d have to wait for a moment when no one was around to replenish the goods from her space.

If Dr. Fu suddenly saw supplies appearing out of thin air beside her, he’d freak out.

Su He had thought about finding the right moment to confess her secret to Fu Tinghua, but there was never enough time, let alone how to bring it up.

But now that Fu Tinghua was always by her side, she couldn’t hide it from him forever, could she?

Ugh, this was such a mess.

She just hoped that when she finally told Fu Tinghua, Dr. Fu wouldn’t think she was a freak.

If he even flinched, she’d immediately grab the kids and run—let him regret it.