Chapter 97: Expressing Gratitude
Back room. Qin Huiyin and Song Ruizhe sat side by side.
Song Ruizhe asked awkwardly, “How do we cooperate?”
“First, draw what you imagine,” Qin Huiyin said. “I’ll refine it based on your sketch and your description.”
Thinking of his own atrocious drawing skills, Song Ruizhe suddenly felt the pencil was far too heavy, almost impossible to lift.
How strange.
He was never someone who cared about others’ opinions. When the boss and Jiang Qibin had just mocked his drawing, he showed no reaction, yet now he found himself unable to start.
“It’s all right, I won’t make fun of you,” Qin Huiyin teased.
Song Ruizhe snorted coldly, “Who cares if you laugh or not?”
“That’s perfect. I thought you might be shy, maybe embarrassed! I knew it, Brother Ruizhe is always generous and fearless.”
Song Ruizhe’s cheeks burned as he picked up the pencil and awkwardly made his first stroke.
It was a thick, heavy line...
He instinctively glanced at her. She looked as usual, meeting his gaze with a puzzled expression, as if to say, ‘Why aren’t you drawing?’
“Don’t watch me draw,” Song Ruizhe masked his nervousness with impatience.
“All right, all right, I’ll go to the window for some air.”
After a while, Song Ruizhe said, “The first one’s done.”
Qin Huiyin walked over, looked at his drawing, and asked, “An axe?”
“Mm.”
Qin Huiyin sat beside him, redrew the sketch according to his original, and asked, “How long is the handle?”
Song Ruizhe gave a number.
“Is this all right?” Qin Huiyin showed him her finished drawing.
Song Ruizhe was surprised, a flash of delight in his deep eyes.
“Looks like I’m a pretty good assistant. So for the next few sketches, you won’t need to test my talent anymore?” Qin Huiyin smiled.
Song Ruizhe’s lips curled up. “Mm.”
“So you do smile.” Qin Huiyin praised him, “You look very handsome when you smile—keep it up.”
As he drew, Song Ruizhe asked, “What commission were you talking about earlier?”
Qin Huiyin explained a series of business opportunities.
It would have been awkward for the two of them to sit in silence while alone, so since he’d started a topic, she gave him plenty to talk about to ease the mood.
Jiang Qibin leaned on the window, watching the siblings chatting happily, muttering, “No wonder she’s a girl—she actually managed to melt this block of ice. He’s said more today than in the past half month combined.”
Ten sketches were completed.
Qin Huiyin handed them to Song Ruizhe for review. “How about it?”
Song Ruizhe replied calmly, “They’ll do.”
“So they’ll do, huh! Master Song’s standards are high,” Qin Huiyin laughed. “Let’s go talk cooperation with the boss. Next time you come, the boss will be splitting the profits with you.”
Jiang Qibin finally couldn’t contain himself, “Sister, find me some money-making paths too! I can see now, you’re the God of Wealth.”
“The God of Wealth chooses who to share riches with. For now, just hang on to this thigh—your fortune will come,” Qin Huiyin pointed to Song Ruizhe.
“You’re right, I’ll just cling to Brother Ze,” Jiang Qibin agreed.
He wasn’t as capable as Brother Ze; he couldn’t do anything else, so sticking close to him was simplest. Once Ze was successful, he’d surely take care of his follower.
The boss looked over their sketches, clicking his tongue in amazement. “This cart is impressive. How did you think of it? With your clever design, it’ll be sturdier and easier to use.”
“What about the others?” Qin Huiyin said. “My brother’s improved hunting knife is excellent too. He’s a professional hunter—guaranteed to be useful.”
“Your brother is indeed an expert—clearly used to these tools, so he knows their strengths and weaknesses inside-out. I’ll sign this contract, agree to the partnership, and act as the supplier as you mentioned. Though I’m not sure how to display them at the shop front.”
“As long as you agree, I’ll handle that,” Qin Huiyin said. “How about this: I’ll come to town again tomorrow, let’s meet here as before, all right?”
Song Ruizhe nodded, “All right.”
“Then…” Qin Huiyin continued, “Let’s write the contract now, I have to hurry back.”
“You go ahead, I’ll stay and write,” Song Ruizhe said.
Qin Huiyin leaned closer, “Can you understand it?”
Song Ruizhe: “...”
“I know you’re literate, but contracts have legal effect—a single word can cost you dearly. I’ll wait until you’ve both signed before leaving.”
Song Ruizhe murmured, “Thank you.”
Qin Huiyin blinked, surprise shining in her clear eyes. “How rare.”
Song Ruizhe grumbled, “I’m not mute—what’s odd about saying thank you?”
“Not odd,” Qin Huiyin dared not tease him further.
The boss was straightforward and immediately signed the contract with Song Ruizhe.
The contract was written by Qin Huiyin. She read it aloud first, then handed it to the boss and Song Ruizhe for review.
Two copies: Song Ruizhe kept one, the boss the other.
Both signed their names and pressed their fingerprints.
“This batch will count as commission for Brother Song, at the twenty percent rate you mentioned.”
“Thank you, boss. I thank you on my brother’s behalf,” Qin Huiyin said. “Wishing you a fruitful partnership.”
“Brother Song, you’re lucky to have such a capable sister!” the boss said. “If I had a daughter like this, I’d treasure her dearly.”
Qin Huiyin flattered the boss a bit more, then discussed the batch of goods.
The boss promptly brought out all his stock for them to count, and gave them the price Song Ruizhe had set.
He arranged for his workers to deliver the goods to the entrance of the dam project.
Song Ruizhe climbed onto the ox cart and looked at Qin Huiyin.
Qin Huiyin said, “See you at noon tomorrow.”
“Okay.”
“Sister, thanks, see you tomorrow,” Jiang Qibin waved.
Qin Huiyin responded, watching them disappear into the distance before hurrying back to meet Tang Third Master and the others.
“Second Sister, what were you busy with? Why did you take so long?” Tang Yi laughed, a bit annoyed. “That guy is so cold—what’s good about him?”
“I think he’s fine,” Qin Huiyin replied. “Don’t gossip like the villagers.”
Tang Third Master said, “That boy has changed.”
“Third Master, you didn’t see it—how do you know he’s changed?” Qin Huiyin laughed.
“I don’t know what you were busy with, but if he can accept you and get along so well, it shows he’s not so distant anymore.” Tang Third Master flicked his whip. “Such change is a good thing. Huiyin girl, you’re a lucky star; anyone close to you will be blessed.”
“Third Master, you should get closer to me. Tomorrow I’ll head to town again, just the two of us—does that mean you’ll get even more luck?” Qin Huiyin laughed.
“Haha… is that so? Then tomorrow I’ll soak up your luck alone,” Tang Third Master laughed heartily.
“You’re going to town again tomorrow? Is it for Song Ruizhe?” Tang Yi pouted. “You’re way too concerned about him.”
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