Chapter 397: Exaggerated Data

Chapter 397: Staggering Numbers

Back then, Su He had told them she was confident this fruit would sell very well.

But since the fruit wasn’t ripe yet and no one had tasted it, those who signed contracts with her did so solely because of how well her durians had sold, trusting her on that basis.

Yet who could have imagined that this sugar orange would become a fresh fruit eaten by everyone, rich or poor, in every street and alley?

Just as Su He’s sugar oranges were selling like hotcakes, blockbuster news swept through Wenshi.

Agricultural scientist Huang Chaoming, after months of research, had finally developed a rice variety suitable for Wencheng’s climate.

This new rice had already begun experimental cultivation in greenhouses, producing at least five times the yield of the rice currently grown in Wencheng.

Five times! That meant for every bag of rice they used to harvest, they would now get five. What a staggering difference!

While the people of Wenshi and its surrounding areas were still celebrating, another piece of news broke.

Huang Chaoming himself stated that the major breakthrough in his rice research in Wencheng was inspired by Su He’s cultivation of durians and sugar oranges.

Many local wealthy merchants in Wencheng dismissed this as a marketing ploy by Su He to boost sales of her sugar oranges.

But soon, a news report featured photos of Huang Chaoming touring Su He’s farm, and once the story broke, the sugar oranges in Su He’s shop flew off the shelves the moment they hit them.

Initially, Su He had been a bit uneasy about Huang Chaoming’s on-site inspection.

After all, both the durians and sugar oranges were acquired from her dimensional space.

But this was a time of progress, and as long as you could produce results, the authorities generally wouldn’t dig too deeply into the origins of what you had.

As long as it wasn’t illegal, the state would look the other way.

Moreover, with Fu Tinghua pulling strings for her behind the scenes, no one would dare scrutinize her unusual produce too closely.

Now, with Huang Chaoming raising her profile, even fewer people questioned the source of her saplings.

Rumors spread that Su He was a self-taught genius in fruit cultivation.

Take these oranges, for example—none sweeter had ever been grown.

This time, the Fu family was completely loyal to Su He.

If she told them to go east, they wouldn’t dare go west.

After all, racking up such profits overnight was something the Fu family could never have dreamed of achieving on their own.

Another day, another haul. Recently, the sugar oranges had been selling so well that even the supermarket’s business saw a resurgence.

With winter here, people were stockpiling supplies for winter, and now Su He’s shop was making at least ¥1,500 daily.

¥1,500! Now that’s insane.

Even in modern times, a small convenience store earning ¥1,500 a day could comfortably keep an entire family afloat.

And most of Su He’s goods were sourced from her private stock.

She had contacted many suppliers, placing small orders with each.

Once suppliers knew she had multiple sourcing channels, no one questioned where her goods came from when she could continuously supply them.

So even though Su He was making 1,500 yuan a day, her actual capital was less than 200 yuan—truly pure profit.

At this rate of earning, by the time the new year rolled around, Su He would have more than enough capital to open a factory.

When Su He got home, Fu Tinghua had just gotten off work.

Recently, Fu Tinghua had also been buried in work. With the New Year approaching, everyone wanted to get their surgeries done fast, hoping to heal up before the new year.

The two bumped into each other in the kitchen.

Su He knew he had been working overtime—otherwise, he’d have come find her.

Because of how busy they’d been, Zai Zai and Niu Niu had mostly been with Wen Qing at night.

There was no other choice—they simply couldn’t spare the time for the kids.

Besides, Zai Zai and Niu Niu had already started learning basic literacy and arithmetic from Su Shiming during the day, and they even had homework assignments—no downtime at all.

Su He had decided to send them to preschool next September.

Preschools weren’t common yet in this era, and the children who attended were mostly from well-off or connected families.

Su He felt that while their family wasn’t exactly wealthy now, they certainly would be in the future.

In this era, making money was almost too easy.

Truthfully, Su He had tons of ways to make money in mind, but her supermarket was already too high-profile. She didn’t want to attract even more scrutiny, so she put those ideas on hold for now.

Once she opened the factory and expanded the supermarket chain, she could explore other ways to make money.

Honestly, the reason Zai Zai became a major villain in the original timeline was simply due to desire—wanting wealth and power.

Now that Fu Tinghua was fine, the people he interacted with were already some of the country’s top technical experts and even administrators.

When it came to power, Fu Tinghua would inevitably have some influence.

As for money—she would earn it. Even if Zai Zai didn’t end up with immense power in the future, she’d have enough money to keep him comfortable.

By then, he probably wouldn’t feel the need to resort to shady shortcuts to make money or walk down the path of crime, right?

"What’s wrong? Zoning out?" Fu Tinghua asked.

"Hm? Just wondering why you’re back so late," Su He replied with a smile.

The couple was so busy nowadays that they only really saw each other at night.

Fu Tinghua seemed to have returned to the busiest days of his internship—he didn’t even have time to come home for lunch, running nonstop.

More and more patients from the capital were coming for treatment, and his appointments were already booked solid for two months.

So for some influential figures, Fu Tinghua worked overtime to see them and perform surgeries.

"Had an emergency surgery come up—got delayed," Fu Tinghua said as he stepped forward and pinched Su He’s cheek.

It had been days since he last did that—he’d missed doing it.

"Your hands are freezing," Su He glared at him, annoyed.

"Sorry, then you should touch my face too." Fu Tinghua shamelessly leaned his face closer to Su He.

"Buzz off! Go take a shower first—you smell like a hospital. You go first." Su He finished speaking and went upstairs.

Only then did Fu Tinghua remember he had just come out of the operating room and hadn’t showered yet.

Sniffing the scent on himself, he frowned.

Though he was used to the smell and didn’t mind it much, Su He was probably grossed out by it.