Chapter 141: The Mysterious Buyer

Sasha, who was resting nearby, was also drawn over. After carefully checking the numbers on the computer screen, she was speechless.

Four thousand US Dollars just for 365 small Sweet Potatoes—it sounded a bit incredible. If only one or two sets had sold, it might have made sense, but all thirty sets were completely sold out overnight. Why was the world so crazy?

Liu Heming, who had been playing crazily with his daughter for a while, let out a few deep breaths. He sprawled out on the sofa, feeling surprised, happy, and proud… he didn’t even know what he was feeling; it was just really complicated.

“It seems there are quite a few people in this world who recognize quality stuff. By the way, Robin, help me check who bought those Sweet Potatoes,” Liu Heming said with a smile.

“Let me see,” Robin said as he worked on the computer.

“The first set was bought by a customer from Hillsborough, California. He left a contact address and hopes you can ship it as soon as possible. The rest… the other twenty-nine sets were all bought by the same customer. But he doesn’t want you to mail them; he plans to send someone to pick them up.”

As Robin spoke, he frowned.

Buying one set was understandable. Hillsborough, California, was a very wealthy town, with an average household income of nearly 300,000 US Dollars. Spending 4,000 US Dollars to try some Sweet Potatoes made sense.

But the second customer who bought everything in bulk was hard to figure out. Sure, you could try something new, but spending 116,000 US Dollars to buy it all and then arranging to pick it up in person—that didn’t seem right.

Who would have so much money to throw around like that? All he could think was that this buyer had ulterior motives, with secrets he wasn’t sharing.

Thinking this, he glanced subtly at Sasha, who was also frowning deeply.

Liu Heming was also thinking the same thing; the second customer was really unusual.

“Robin, do you think this person is a criminal? Maybe he’ll come here to trade and then kidnap us? Or extort money from us?” Liu Heming asked nervously.

“I’m not sure. But unless you want to break the contract, you’ll have to send your address over,” Robin said, shaking his head with a frown.

“Breaking the contract isn’t a good option. And what if the person really is just rich and genuinely likes these Sweet Potatoes?” Liu Heming said with a bitter smile.

“You still need to prepare. It’s a pity Xiangshui Town doesn’t have its own Police Station—only George as the sheriff. Otherwise, we could contact the Police Station to improve the security of the transaction.”

“What if I contact another Police Station and ask them to send someone over?” Liu Heming said, his eyes lighting up.

Robin shook his head. “Do you think another Police Station would believe you if you told them you sold Sweet Potatoes for over 110,000 US Dollars?”

“Um… probably not. Honestly, if I hadn’t sold them myself, I wouldn’t believe it either,” Liu Heming said, scratching his head awkwardly.

“How about this: we could contact Nina. She is, after all, from the FBI. I’m just not sure if she has any cases to handle right now. If not, she and her team could come over and make sure your transaction is safe,” Robin suggested after a moment.

“Um… isn’t that making too big a deal out of it? And if she comes, wouldn’t it cost more? That’s the FBI we’re talking about,” Liu Heming said, even more nervous.

The first reason for his nervousness was the cost. In the United States, free help wasn’t common. The second reason was Nina herself. That girl was too fiery; every time she came over, she would flirt with him intensely. Who knew when he might not be able to resist?

“You don’t need to worry about the cost. If nothing happens, making her some good food will be enough. If something does happen, you might even get an informant reward,” Robin said with a smile.

“Well, um… if this mysterious buyer really is up to something, they wouldn’t confiscate the money from my Sweet Potato sales, would they?” Liu Heming thought for a moment and asked.

“No,” Robin shook his head again. “The online transaction for Sweet Potatoes is legal. Even if something does happen, it would be after the transaction, so you don’t need to worry about that.”

“Okay, help me contact Nina first. If she can come, we’ll send the address. If not, we’ll think of something else,” Liu Heming said after careful consideration.

There was really no other choice now. He couldn’t just let over 110,000 US Dollars slip through his fingers. And if he broke the contract, he was worried it might affect his credit. He was still under observation by immigration—if he caused any trouble, what if they deported him?

He had thought about asking George and the others to come with guns to help, but that wasn’t realistic. If something really happened, those people were professionals, and George and the others wouldn’t stand a chance.

Robin picked up the phone nearby. Under Liu Heming’s hopeful gaze, he talked for a while, then hung up and nodded at him. “Nina isn’t busy. She can bring her team over this afternoon. You can send the address to the buyer now.”

“Great, great. Robin, do you think Nina could check out the buyer?” Liu Heming nodded eagerly.

“That’s hard to do. It would require applying for a search warrant from a judge, which would make things more complicated. Trust Nina; she and her team are professionally trained,” Robin said, shaking his head again.

Liu Heming smacked his lips. His idea was indeed a bit far-fetched. And right now, it was just his own wild speculation. Who said that buying in bulk meant the person had ulterior motives? Maybe they were just rich and feeling reckless—what could you do about it?

Feeling a little excited, he sent a private message to the mysterious buyer, giving the address and arranging for them to come pick up the goods tomorrow. After all, if they spent that much on Sweet Potatoes, they surely had the means to get here by tomorrow.

After sending the message, he transferred all the money from his online transaction account to his personal account. Only when it was in his own account did it feel safe.

Waiting anxiously, he had to see if the buyer was willing to come tomorrow. About five minutes later, he received a reply. It was very brief, just a time: tomorrow at 10 a.m.

Looking at this short message, Liu Heming’s heart started racing again. It was too simple—just like the illegal deals in movies.

He didn’t notice that behind him, Robin nodded at Sasha, who was also worried.