Thinking of smuggling, Whitaker Scarlett inexplicably thought of Kay again.
That man had been gone for several days, saying he would come to Greenfield County again, but she didn’t know if it was true or not. Even if it was false, Whitaker Scarlett wouldn’t be angry. It was just a chance encounter; Kay didn’t owe her anything. On the contrary, she should thank Kay and Leo for their “life-saving grace.”
Without the energy and capital to develop new business channels, Whitaker Scarlett could only work with her existing resources.
The oil residue was out of the question; 300 pounds had exhausted her. Unless she became a sturdy woman in a short period of time, she wouldn’t be able to carry more oil residue.
That left only the loaches.
The Municipal Committee Guest House and the Yellow River Hotel had only opened a small opening. She should use the thick skin she had developed from her sales work in her previous life to continue developing new major clients.
Currently, she sold 50 pounds every two days. What if she increased that to 100 pounds in two days?
That would add 300 Dollars to her monthly income.
With a 13% overall increase in income, Whitaker Scarlett felt that this small goal, while somewhat difficult, was not impossible to achieve. Today, because she didn’t delay in HarborfieldCity, she returned home by 2 pm. Elizabeth had gone out to collect loaches, and only Amanda was at home.
There were many dishes made for last night’s guests, but the guests were all big eaters, so how could there be any leftovers?
Amanda was simmering crucian carp soup in an earthenware pot on the stove for her son to drink when he returned from school in the afternoon. Hearing a noise, she discovered Whitaker Scarlett had returned.
“Why are you back so early today?”
“Good luck, the hotel’s purchasing agent bought everything.”
Amanda smelled a familiar scent and discovered that Whitaker Scarlett hadn’t returned with an empty bike; she was carrying two full baskets of oil residue. She was both surprised and delighted. “Where did you get this?”
There must be three or four hundred pounds.
Even the two pigs at home couldn’t finish it all!
Amanda was just about to say that this stuff wouldn’t have enough nutrition if left too long, when she suddenly remembered that even if Whitaker Scarlett was foolish, she wouldn’t buy so much oil residue to leave it there. This must be something Whitaker Scarlett was using to make money.
Amanda quickly swallowed her words, almost biting her tongue.
“Are you going to sell oil cakes?”
The oil residue had been pressed into cakes, each weighing about two pounds, and had already been fermented at the oil mill.
“I didn’t want to return with an empty bike, so I brought some oil cakes back to try. Aunt, didn’t you say you couldn’t buy oil cakes? Take a bag and pack some up. We’ll definitely never be short of this stuff in the future.”
Amanda shook her head repeatedly.
“This is your money-making stuff, not something you picked up for free. I don’t want it.”
Whitaker Scarlett didn’t take it seriously. “Please don’t offer to pay. This stuff is cheaper than sweet potatoes, only 3 cents per pound. Once I get familiar with the oil mill, I might be able to buy it for 2 cents per pound.”
Amanda thought, wouldn’t that mean a profit of 5 cents per pound after reselling?
She didn’t know that Whitaker Scarlett had already decided to increase her loach sales. Based on her known business scale, she could earn several hundred Dollars a month.
In less than a year, Whitaker Scarlett could build a few decent brick houses in the village.
This wasn’t the unprofitable loser that the Whitaker family claimed her to be; she was clearly a money-making golden child. If William hadn’t hinted to Amanda that he had some money invested in someone else’s business, Amanda, as her aunt, might have been envious.
But on second thought, the loach business would end in November, so Amanda didn’t feel jealous anymore.
She heard that Whitaker Scarlett was going to transport the oil cakes to other villages to sell them, and slapped her thigh. “Why not sell them to the people in our village first? This stuff is like salt; every household raising pigs needs it.”
Amanda ran out and shouted around, and quite a few people came to buy oil cakes.
