Transmigrated as the Villain Boss's Precious Darling

Chapter 383: Chapter 383: Fiery Eyes and Golden Pupils

Aston Marsh chuckled. "I knew you were heading there to strike it rich. You can’t fool my sharp eyes. And bringing a few kids along as cover, my friend? That’s a brilliant move, absolutely brilliant!"

He leaned in closer and whispered conspiratorially, "I know Capria like the back of my hand. Plenty of people have gone there to get rich these past two years. Some even try to swim across the river to the other side. Some make it, some drown, and some end up with a bullet in them... But as long as you aren’t too greedy and you have the kids with you, you’ll generally be fine."

"Since you know the place so well, brother, could you give me a few pointers? I’m completely in the dark right now, I don’t know a thing!"

Aston Marsh smiled, pleased with himself. He popped a peanut into his mouth, took a sip of his drink, and then said unhurriedly, "You’ve come to the right person. What are you planning to get into over there? Radios? Or fashion?"

"How do you get into radios? Does it take a lot of money?" Goldie Thorne asked.

"There are ways to do it big, and ways to do it small. If you have a lot of money, you move a lot of product. If you don’t have much, you move less. I used to bring back radios for people—foreign imports. Good quality, cheap, and really popular. I’ve never dealt in fashion myself, but if you’re serious about it, I can introduce you to someone."

Aston Marsh was very enthusiastic. It sounded like he was well-connected in Capria. Goldie Thorne was so excited he rubbed his hands together. ’This trip is going so smoothly! I’ve barely left home and I’ve already met such a helpful person.’

Adrian Hawthorne suddenly asked, "Do you have a source for fabric?"

Fashion had high costs and you could easily get stuck with unsold inventory. At the time, many people preferred to buy fabric and make their own clothes; not many bought them ready-made.

Aston Marsh was taken aback for a moment. He studied Adrian Hawthorne carefully, then glanced at the tipsy Goldie Thorne and suddenly smiled. ’So it turns out the kid is the one calling the shots in this group.’

"What kind of fabric are you looking for?"

"Polyester," Adrian Hawthorne replied.

Aston Marsh didn’t say anything. He slowly drank his liquor and ate his peanuts. After a long moment, he finally asked, "How much can you take?"

"I can’t take much right now, but I definitely will in the future," Adrian Hawthorne said honestly. Two thousand yuan certainly didn’t make them a major client, but it wasn’t a small amount either.

Aston Marsh smiled. "How about this: when we get to Capria, I’ll introduce you to someone. He goes by the name ’Madman Feng.’ I don’t know him well, but if you can get him to help you, you’ll have basically secured all the southern channels. You won’t have to worry about supply after that."

"Does this Madman Feng have any particular dislikes or sensitivities?" Adrian Hawthorne inquired. freeweɓnovel.cøm

Aston Marsh shook his head. "I’m not sure about the specifics, but Madman Feng has a very bizarre temper. Why else do you think they call him ’Madman’? If he takes a liking to you, everything will be easy. But if he doesn’t like the look of you, you could talk until you’re blue in the face and it would get you nowhere. Small-time dealings are fine, but if you want to go big, you have to win him over. Otherwise, even if you manage to get the goods, you won’t be able to ship them out."

Adrian Hawthorne understood the situation. "Thank you, Mr. Marsh," he said gratefully.

Aston Marsh laughed. "Don’t mention it. It’s no trouble at all. Who knows, maybe you’ll strike it rich, and I’ll be the one needing your help!"

"No way! You’re the one destined for big things, Aston," Goldie Thorne said, finding it amusing.

Aston Marsh shook his head and said with a self-deprecating laugh, "I’m just a purchaser. What kind of big things can I do? To be honest with you, I’m on pins and needles every single day!"

"Worried the towel factory will go out of business?" Adrian Hawthorne asked.

Aston Marsh froze. He thought back, ’I never said I worked at a towel factory. How did this kid know?’ Adrian Hawthorne pointed to the towel hanging on the bed frame, which had several large, bright red words printed on it—

Janton City Brilliance Towel Factory.