A top student transmigrates into a book: Reborn in the 90s and rises to prominence.

The telegram was sent out, and a reply came three days later.

Shao Wanwan left the address of Sister Zhao's convenience store.

Sister Zhao was worried that something urgent might have happened to Shao Wanwan, so she called Jiang Zheyuan's elder brother as soon as she received the telegram.

Jiang Zheyuan was taking a shower at the time.

He quickly dried his hair, put on his down jacket, and went to find Shao Wanwan.

Seeing several boxes of stationery piled up at Shao Wanwan's door, he was completely stunned.

"Where's Sister Jiang?" Jiang Zheyuan asked.

"I sent her to eat. I usually don't leave my dorm during lunch break, and it's hard for her to stay with me, so I let her wander around and relax a bit," Shao Wanwan explained hastily.

He was extremely serious about work and contracts, and Shao Wanwan was worried that he would take his anger out on Sister Jiang, so she explained it in great detail.

“These boxes of stationery…” Jiang Zheyuan asked, rubbing his forehead.

Having a money-grubbing fiancée is truly a source of surprises at every turn.

The key question is, didn't she only receive a little over two thousand? Are there really that many places to spend money?

Jiang Zheyuan didn't want Shao Wanwan to work so hard, but he found that she seemed to have a bottomless pit of money to spend.

"Oh, I've got some capital now. I figured I might as well sell stationery since I'm just sitting around doing nothing. I bought all of these stationery items from Sister Zhao's shop at a low price. She couldn't sell them and was always having trouble getting her money back, so I bought them all to help her get some cash back and I made some money too. It's almost the end of the semester, and stationery is a good time to sell."

Shao Wanwan didn't even look up, carefully organizing the bag containing stationery.

"You know final exams are coming up, and you don't want the scholarship anymore? That's a full five thousand yuan! You'll only have a chance if you get over ninety in every subject." Jiang Zheyuan was speechless.

I don't know where Shao Wanwan gets so many clever ideas. She's even more obsessed with money than I am, a man who was reborn and ended up with assets of over 10 billion.

The specific requirements for awarding school scholarships have been posted on the bulletin board.

"I got straight A's, so I can easily pass the regular exams. Besides, if the school uses attendance to blacklist me, I still won't get it. To be honest, if it's based on grades and conduct, I'm sure I can get the scholarship, but if it's based on attendance, there's no way I can get it! I might as well consider two options." Shao Wanwan didn't want to put all her eggs in one basket.

Jiang Zheyuan wanted to say that you went through such a painful experience of school bullying, and you even set up a charity fund for the school. Although the charity fund has not yet been officially launched and many procedures are still needed, the lawyers are pushing it forward.

Whether out of humanitarian concern or as a contribution to the school, the scholarship is rightfully yours.

But the most important thing for students is their grades.

If I fail the final exams, the school won't be able to give me the money even if they wanted to.

But after listening to Shao Wanwan, I realized she was right.

She passed all the hellish exams that were designed specifically for her; she's not called a genius for nothing.

So Jiang Zheyuan asked, "Miss Wanwan, what are you up to this time?"

Shao Wanwan was amused by his teasing tone.

Shao Wanwan took out an exquisitely packaged bag and placed a small card of Santa Claus inside.

"It's all the rage at school to celebrate Western holidays. I'm going to make some money this Christmas. I'll combine the stationery I've selected into a gift set, add a Christmas wrapping bag, tie a bow, and add my own blessing as a top student. It's sure to be a bestseller!" Shao Wanwan replied in a teasing tone.

"That's a good idea indeed. How many sets have you prepared? What's the profit margin? Don't go through all that trouble only to find you don't make much money." Jiang Zheyuan looked at the stationery she had packaged, which was indeed very presentable and festive. He had been worried that she was selling it too cheaply and that she wouldn't make any profit after factoring in labor costs.

In his previous life, he spent most of his time dealing with reasonable profit margins. Doing business meant that both he and the other party could make a profit. If he lost money, the business would not continue. If the other party lost money, their reputation would collapse, and the business would also not continue.

“More than 150 portions, and I’ve only packed about 80 so far. The profit is 10 yuan per package. If I sell them all, I can earn about 1,500 to 2,000 yuan. I’ll also add some roses,” Shao Wanwan said, rubbing her chin.

“The profit is okay, but it’s still not enough. You could select fifty packages, wrap them in more exquisite silk scarves, and then insert a rose. Earn twenty-five yuan each, so that wealthy students will feel a sense of superiority when they buy them. That way, you’ll earn more, and the ordinary ones will sell even faster,” Jiang Zheyuan said after thinking for a moment.

Jiang Zheyuan's suggestion gave Shao Wanwan an idea that could both help Shao Moli and allow her to make money.

"You help me pack here, I'm going to Shao Moli's clothing store to buy some things and stock up." Shao Wanwan winked at Jiang Zheyuan, then smiled and left.

Jiang Zheyuan sighed as he looked at the boxes in front of him.

He just wanted to spend more time with his fiancée, how did he end up as a laborer?

I really wanted to spend Christmas with her!

And what happened? His fiancée was a money-grubber, obsessed with making money.

Everyone loves money, but you just made some money a few days ago. Are you already thinking about making more money? Do you have any big expenses?

Could it be that she wants to pay him back as soon as possible so that she can sever ties with him?

Jiang Zheyuan's heart pounded...

Suddenly, I remembered what I had come here for today: to deliver a message to her.

Sister Zhao said on the phone that someone had sent her a telegram, which must be something urgent.

Upon seeing the stationery, the two chatted for a while and completely forgot about their business.

Jiang Zheyuan patted his head, feeling that he rarely felt this confused.

He forgot everything else the moment he saw Shao Wanwan.

Jiang Zheyuan gave a wry smile, then quickly got to work on the stationery that Shao Wanwan had already packed.

This was Shao Wanwan's first time visiting the clothing store where Shao Moli worked.

Shao Moli was greeting the guests warmly and generously, while the guests hesitated between two coats.

Shao Moli busied herself helping to make choices, using only guiding language.

The customer quickly realized which item he preferred, paid promptly, and left happily without even haggling over the price.

The clothing store is not big.

There is a reception desk at the entrance, which is filled with books, except for tools such as needles and thread and measuring tapes.

Even the stool next to her was covered with books that Shao Moli had borrowed from the library.

Shao Moli stared blankly at Shao Wanwan standing at the door for a moment, then beckoned her in.

Shao Wanwan told her that she wanted a scarf and socks.

Shao Moli took out the scarves and socks and gave them to her to choose from.

"These are all leftovers from the fall sales. The boss told me to put them away. What do you need so many for?"

"I use them to wrap things, and isn't it said that if you hang stockings by your bed, Santa Claus will give you something? I'm planning to sell them together."

Although Shao Moli has never celebrated Christmas, she has heard of it.

"Aren't they red socks? Are these socks...appropriate?"

Shao Moli hesitated for a moment before asking.

Although she earned a higher commission on these out-of-season items, she still didn't want Shao Wanwan's sympathy.