Because the items Ding Yun sold were purchased during a major promotion, and the original owner had planned meticulously, sparing no discount, the prices were already significantly lower than normal. To clear out her hoarded goods as quickly as possible, Ding Yun further reduced the price from the original purchase price.
Consequently, her business was incredibly smooth.
After all, if a business that sold at a loss couldn't succeed, how desolate would the market have to be!
Before two o'clock, she had sold most of the goods stockpiled at home, leaving only clothes, shoes, high-end cosmetics, and premium beverages that were harder to sell.
It was impossible. Even if she offered those high-end cosmetics and premium beverages at a steep discount, selling them at half the actual cost.
Not many people were willing to buy.
It was better to keep them herself than to lose so much money.
After selling the items, Ding Yun naturally returned the tricycle and re-organized the items in the room. This time, after tidying up, her room looked much cleaner, no longer cluttered with things everywhere like a warehouse.
It finally resembled a normal home.
However, this did not mean Ding Yun's inventory clearance would end here. For items that were difficult to sell at the street stall, Ding Yun carefully selected them. She then took photos of everything she disliked or wouldn't need in the future.
She estimated their value and uploaded them to second-hand trading platforms.
Since they weren't selling well locally, she had to sell them online. With sufficiently attractive prices.
She should be able to sell some.
As she continued to upload items for sale, while dealing with buyers haggling over prices, Ding Yun also checked the inventory in the refrigerator and freezer. She registered an account on a local quick-sale second-hand trading platform to continue selling. She even took photos of the freezer and uploaded it.
Once the items inside the freezer were cleared out, she planned to sell the freezer directly. Her two refrigerators at home were sufficient, and it wasn't like facing the end of the world, so why hoard so much?
In short, to clear out the inventory.
Ding Yun truly went to great lengths.
As people continuously purchased the items Ding Yun listed on the second-hand trading platform, the express delivery boxes she had previously cleared out and hadn't yet discarded proved useful. They solved Ding Yun's problem of needing cardboard boxes and bubble wrap for shipping.
Tearing off the shipping labels, packing the items, shipping them, and handing them over to the local second-hand trading platform couriers, Ding Yun spent the entire afternoon doing these tasks. The courier stopped coming for pickups at the scheduled time, but she still had to pack more express deliveries.
Because if they weren't sent today, they would have to be sent tomorrow!
The work was inevitable.
The sooner it was done, the better!
Busy until ten in the evening, Ding Yun finally set up an auto-reply for the second-hand trading platform, then washed up and went to bed. Some buyers would message her at ten, twelve, or even one or two in the morning asking if the item was still available. She couldn't stay awake waiting for them all night.
After all, she wasn't worried about not being able to sell her items, so it didn't matter. She would reply to them all after waking up the next day.
Around midnight, closer to one o'clock.
Ding Yun was abruptly awakened by a wail. "Ah, where are my things? Why are all the things I bought gone? Oh my god, did someone break in?"
"How could this happen?"
"Why am I so unlucky?"
"I was swindled by the shop owner and the streamer working together, I won the lottery but only enjoyed it for a few days before dying. After struggling to survive in someone else's body decades ago, I got a golden finger that could take me back to my own home, only to find that all the items I stockpiled at home have been cleared out by someone else. Heavens, can't you be a little kinder to me?"
"You keep giving me a sweet date and then a slap, non-stop. How will I live my life from now on!"
With a scream of "Ah," Ding Yun had already been woken up. After hearing the subsequent content, her brow furrowed and she became conflicted. It sounded like the original owner had returned. If that person hadn't died, and she had sold all her stockpiled items.
It felt a bit excessive no matter how she thought about it.
But regardless, she had to face the situation. So Ding Yun quickly got up, unlocked her door, and walked out. She then saw the soul of the original owner, Zhu Yunying, looking distraught and surveying the much-diminished items.
That's right, it was her soul that appeared here.
Fortunately, it was Ding Yun who had taken over her body. If it were someone else with weak mental strength, they might not have been able to see her or hear her voice at all.
With Ding Yun's appearance, Zhu Yunying was undoubtedly even more stimulated. This was unavoidable.
Anyone would be stimulated to see their own body standing before them, face to face. Not to mention, seeing their own body, which should have been lying motionless, now alive and unharmed before their soul, when they knew they were supposed to be dead.
"You... Who exactly are you? Why did you enter my body? No, how did you enter my body? Where are my things? Did you sell them all? You, give me back my things!
Ah... I'll fight you to the death..."
After the shock came anger. Zhu Yunying, in a state of extreme rage, attacked Ding Yun without hesitation. However, she couldn't touch Ding Yun at all. It wasn't that Ding Yun dodged quickly, but rather that in her soul state, she was incapable of harming Ding Yun's physical body. The moment she made contact with Ding Yun, she passed right through.
After a few such attempts, she calmed down a little.
Then she continued to cry in despair.
Ding Yun truly couldn't bring herself to completely destroy her soul. So, with a helpless sigh, she sat down beside Zhu Yunying, who had collapsed on the ground, and began to try and comfort her, urging her to calm down. She suggested that they could discuss things and that she might be able to offer some help.
Once Zhu Yunying had completely calmed down and accepted reality, she recounted her ordeal to Ding Yun.
In simple terms, last night, after being killed by two cases of bottled mineral water, her soul had vaguely entered another person's body, becoming a rural girl in what appeared to be a parallel world, about sixty years ago. She was only twelve years old, and after being slapped by her grandmother for secretly hoarding a few wild eggs, her forehead hit the corner of a table, and she passed out.
After waking up and understanding her surroundings, Zhu Yunying collapsed. She had finally won the lottery for millions, bought a large amount of items, and was ready to enjoy decades of comfort, only to suddenly die like this. Not only did she die, but she also went from having wealth to living a life even more arduous than her childhood. Who could endure this?
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She had been in a daze since yesterday.
At the same time, she had been punished by her grandmother and gone hungry for several meals.
In the middle of the night, too hungry to sleep, she got up for a drink of cold water, intensely missing the items she had bought but hadn't had time to eat. Just then, she suddenly returned, back to her own house, and discovered that most of the items she had stockpiled had been sold by Ding Yun.
When she reached this point, Zhu Yunying looked at Ding Yun with genuine sorrow. After lamenting, she looked at her hands, which she couldn't touch Ding Yun with, and felt even more dejected. She enjoyed reading historical romance novels, but she truly didn't want to experience that era. Even if she had to experience it, they could have at least given her a portable space or let her convert her money into supplies beforehand.
Now, though she was alive, her money was gone. Just thinking about it made her feel like she could be angered back to life!
Quick Transmigration Maniac reminds you: Remember to collect after reading.