Chapter 523: The Rapport of Smart People
Clayton Xavier smiled and exchanged a look with Adrian Hawthorne. The distance between them seemed to shrink, replaced by the kind of unspoken understanding shared only by sharp minds.
"In that case, I’ll visit a few more factories and see if I can drum up some more orders. But are you sure you can guarantee the supply?"
Adrian Hawthorne said firmly, "Of course. As long as you can get the orders, I can guarantee any quantity."
’The bolder the man, the bigger the harvest.’ He had faith in Mad Lord’s abilities.
Clayton Xavier finally felt at ease. Then, he remembered something else. "Director Wood said he needs official invoices for the accounting department. What should we do about that?"
"Easy. The invoices will come with the fabric, completely legitimate." Adrian Hawthorne didn’t even raise an eyebrow. He added, "Actually, I have a lot of other goods. Radios, televisions—both black-and-white and color—electric fans, tape recorders, VCD players... You should broaden your horizons. Don’t just think about Wraven. You could take a trip to Oakfell. I’ll make a list for you."
’This bookworm is actually quite useful; I shouldn’t let his talent go to waste.’ Adrian Hawthorne decided to find a way to coax the bookworm into opening up the market in Oakfell. With his father in Tristone, there wasn’t much room for market expansion there, but Oakfell was definitely a possibility.
’Big cities have more wealthy people, so high-end products sell well. And that bookworm, Clayton Xavier, has such a likable face; he’s sure to reel in even more orders. When I make money, I won’t treat the bookworm unfairly. We’ll all get rich together.’
Adrian Hawthorne’s pen flew across the paper. He quickly wrote out a list with the prices for all of Mad Lord’s products, which were mostly electronics.
"As long as you can sell them, I’ll give you a five to ten percent commission."
Clayton Xavier examined it carefully and asked, "Can you guarantee the quality?"
"Definitely. The more expensive ones are imported from Japan, and the cheaper ones are from Port Krol. There are no issues with the quality. As long as it’s not damaged on purpose, I can guarantee a replacement," Adrian Hawthorne assured him.
Only then did Clayton Xavier relax. "Alright, I’ll give it a try in Wraven first."
He wanted to wait until the weather cooled down before going to Oakfell. The "double rush" harvest was about to start, and he didn’t want to travel too far.
’And not just Oakfell,’ he thought, ’but also Veridia, Aurelia, and even Meridia and Jinling in the neighboring province. I want to try my luck in all of them.’ A surge of heroic ambition washed over Clayton Xavier. ’Grandma said that Grandpa traveled almost the entire country back in the day, and that was during a time of war. Even though Grandpa was a scumbag, his courage and drive are something I should learn from. I can’t just hole myself up at home, buried in books anymore.’
Adrian Hawthorne gave his shoulder a light pat. The two of them met each other’s eyes and smiled again.
The moment Tang Xiaonan walked in and saw this, she couldn’t help but grin, a smile of motherly relief spreading across her face.
’The sworn enemies from the author’s novel have now become the best of friends. My charm truly is invincible; not even the author can resist it.’
"Ugly!"
Adrian Hawthorne shot her a disdainful look. Tang Xiaonan immediately clamped her mouth shut, even covering it with her hand. But then she remembered her adult tooth had already started growing in. Although it was only halfway out, the gap was much smaller and not as ugly as before. What was there to be afraid of?
"It’s growing in!"
Tang Xiaonan bared her teeth, pointing at the gap in the middle and shouting. She even leaned in closer to give Adrian Hawthorne a better look. Clayton Xavier couldn’t help but laugh and offered some warm reassurance, "Xiaonan, you’re very pretty."
’She’s a little chubby, but very cute.’
Tang Xiaonan giggled at him, then huffed at Adrian Hawthorne and turned to go inside to find Rosalind Green. Behind her was Jim Thorne, carrying a basket that held a large, round *tangyang*.
It was about the size of a pot lid, a perfect circle. The top and bottom layers were a jade-white rice cake, sandwiching a reddish-brown red bean paste filling. It gave off a sweet fragrance that was enough to make your mouth water.
(Have you ever had *tangyang*? It’s seriously, seriously delicious.)