The crisis at Maple Court
A few more days passed, but the statue project was still going nowhere. Qin Xiaoxia had contacted two manufacturers, and both basically wanted him to pick from their existing designs. For custom sculptures, they either quoted prices he couldn't accept or refused the order outright.
All he could do for now was "rest up and gather his strength."
The morning news was playing on TV.
Ever since learning that the barrier formed by world power might be unstable, Qin Xiaoxia had become a news junkie. Whenever possible, he watched it morning and evening.
At the moment, the anchor was reporting in standard Mandarin on a domestic delegation's visit to Russia.
Beside him, Doudou emptied his fifth bag of chips and peered inside, making sure there wasn't so much as a crumb left.
He looked at Qin Xiaoxia, who was still engrossed in the boring news.
"Big cousin, we're out of chips!"
Qin Xiaoxia ignored him completely.
"Biiig cooousin! The chips! Are gone!"
"Oh."
After that single response, Qin Xiaoxia fell silent again.
Seeing this, Doudou gently dropped the empty bag into the trash, then tiptoed toward the bedroom.
As he walked, he kept glancing back at the living room. The news was still playing, so Qin Xiaoxia was probably still sprawled on the couch.
He reached the computer desk and rubbed his little hands together vigorously.
The bold feast, the timid starve! The bold feast, the timid starve!
He slowly opened the second drawer, revealing several red and green banknotes.
Qin Xiaoxia usually kept his spare cash here.
"I'll only take one. Just one..."
Doudou muttered nervously under his breath.
He had worked it out carefully. Chips cost five yuan a bag, so even one green note would buy ten bags. Besides, the supermarket had