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Daily Intelligence System: Financial Independence-Chapter 286 - 156: Old Sun’s Inheritance Distribution
Jiang Wen held Sun Xiaobao’s hand, feeling a bit dizzy from this huge windfall that fell from the sky!
Before today, Jiang Wen was just an ordinary old man from the countryside.
He followed a contractor to do odd jobs, working hard all day for only 150 yuan.
He never dared to dream that one day he would own two houses in Beijing and have millions in savings!
For him, this was simply a leap to the heavens!
Beside him, Tian Xiaomei was also dumbfounded.
She truly didn’t expect that Old Sun would prepare such a generous gift for their family before his death.
"Old Jiang, meeting your family at the end of my life and making such a good friend like you, has made my life worthwhile."
"You don’t need to be polite with me, these things you can neither take with you when you’re born nor when you die. If not to you, they’d just go to the state."
"In the future, on Qingming Festival and the Spring Festival, just remember to burn some paper money for me."
Sun Xiaobao patted Jiang Wen’s hand, a smile of relief on his face.
"Sigh!"
Jiang Wen let out a long sigh, looking at Sun Xiaobao with eyes full of sympathy.
"Don’t worry, Old Sun, I’ll treat you like my own elder brother in the future!"
This was the least Jiang Wen could promise Sun Xiaobao.
In the presence of lawyer Zhang Yingjie and witness Liu Qiao,
Sun Xiaobao’s will was officially signed and took legal effect.
On the 5th day after signing the will,
which was March 11th, Sun Xiaobao passed away at home, at the age of 66.
Sun Xiaobao had been all alone throughout his life without relatives, so Jiang Tao, his parents, and Xu Li arranged the funeral for him.
They bought a high-class burial plot for him at Longquan Cemetery on the side of Nan Xingshou, costing 260,000 yuan.
And paid a 20-year service fee in one lump sum.
On March 18th, after the body was cremated that day, it was moved to the cemetery.
The weather wasn’t cooperative, and a light rain started to fall today.
Jiang Tao and his father Jiang Wen, his mother Tian Xiaomei, his wife Xu Li, his sister Jiang Bing, and his daughter Jiang Xue.
Each of the family held a black umbrella.
One by one, they stepped forward and placed a bouquet of yellow and white carnations in front of Sun Xiaobao’s tombstone.
"Master, rest in peace. I wish you could reunite with your family over there and enjoy a blessed afterlife."
Jiang Tao had genuine feelings for this "fake master."
Old Sun had left tens of millions of assets to their family, a friendship worth remembering for a lifetime.
"Brother Sun, if there is a next life, I hope we can meet earlier and be brothers once more."
"Master Sun..."
"Grandpa Sun..."
After everyone bid their farewells to Sun Xiaobao, they turned to leave.
On the tombstone, the smiling portrait of Sun Xiaobao looked at the people’s backs as they left, his smile seeming even brighter.
The script of his life finally came to a close.
After a few days of gloom, Jiang Tao’s family gradually emerged from the sorrow and returned to their normal work and life.
After Du Enan put in a word with his contacts, the trademark for Jiang Food Company was officially registered, and all the company procedures were completed.
Jiang Tao was the chairman, the legal representative was his dad Jiang Wen, and Jiang Bing was the second shareholder with 10% of the shares.
The standardized operating workshop of the processing plant had been put into use, and the market stall had also been renovated.
In the morning, after paying respects to Old Sun, in the afternoon, his parents started business at the market stall, officially selling Jiang’s Eight Treasure Pickles.
"Jiang’s Eight Treasure Pickles, delicious and tasty, come and have a look, have a taste."
In front of Jiang’s Eight Treasure Pickles stall at the market, a small table had a speaker on it.
From it, Xu Li’s clear and pleasant voice kept coming out.
On the table, there was a large plate holding a plate of Jiang’s Eight Treasure Pickles as a sample on display, covered with a transparent glass dome.
"These Eight Treasure Pickles look pretty good, quite appetizing! Old Liu, do you want to try some?"
"They do look good! Come on, let’s get some! Old Kang from our home loves this stuff!"
Two aunts who were shopping together saw the display of Jiang’s Eight Treasure Pickles on the mini dining table and went into the store together.
However...
As soon as they entered, when they saw the price list on the wall, it seemed like they came to the wrong place.
Without saying a word, they turned around and left.
"My goodness! An Eight Treasure Pickles costs 99! This is daylight robbery!"
"He could rob you plain, but he gives you a pound of Eight Treasure Pickles!"
"Too expensive; they think they’re Liubiju! Such a daring price!"
When the two aunts left, they were still muttering and complaining under their breath, leaving Jiang Wen and Tian Xiaomei looking at each other with slight embarrassment.
This afternoon, within just an afternoon, they had already heard too many complaints about the price of Jiang’s Eight Treasure Pickles.
They both knew that the current price was indeed high, but anyone who tried it would definitely think it’s worth it!
"What to do, child’s father, it seems customers really can’t accept our price..."
Seeing that the afternoon was slipping by and the store hadn’t made any sales yet,
Tian Xiaomei’s face showed a touch of anxiety.
The selling price of 99 yuan per pound for Jiang’s Eight Treasure Pickles had a truly strong deterring effect!
"Take it slow! People need time to accept this price."
"You know the quality of our Eight Treasure Pickles; it’s better than Liubiju and worth every penny."
"Even if sales haven’t picked up yet, we can’t lower the price."
Although Jiang Wen felt a bit defeated, he had absolute confidence in the quality of Jiang’s Eight Treasure Pickles.
The whole family had already been enjoying Jiang’s Eight Treasure Pickles for almost half a month, eating it every day for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.







