Reborn since 2005

Chapter 97: Raising the price on the ground, a black-hearted profiteer

It felt quite warm when I was eating at home. When I came out, the cold wind blew, and Xiao Shiyu soon felt cold.

Walking on the road, she smiled and said to Yan Xin:

"I really regret it now. When I passed by that clothing stall in your town, I should have bought a down jacket from that aunt, so that I wouldn't be so cold."

Yan Xin sighed, pretending to be old-fashioned and said:

"You young people just love beauty, and you want grace, not warmth. This kind of thinking is unacceptable."

Xiao Shiyu said with a smile: "I know, senior, from now on I will wrap myself up like a bun when I go out in the cold weather."

Fortunately, the minibus came over within two minutes of arriving at the canteen, so we didn’t have to wait long in the cold wind.

The two of them got on the bus. The minibus had just passed through a village and there was still room on the bus.

The car continued to drive forward and passed another village. There were no free seats in the car.

The Chinese New Year is coming soon, and many people will go to town to do New Year shopping, so there will be more people taking cars.

Before we even reached the town, the car was already crowded with people and the car was driving very slowly.

Yan Xin and Xiao Shiyu sat next to each other, with a little distance at first, but more and more people got on the bus behind them, and those who had nowhere to stand squeezed in, squeezing him and Xiao Shiyu together.

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Fortunately, Xiao Shiyu was sitting by the window, otherwise she would have been squeezed by the people in the aisle.

The crowd was so tight that Yan Xin could smell the nice smell coming from Xiao Shiyu's body. He didn't know if it was body fragrance or perfume, but it just smelled good.

He was a little worried that the girl would be unhappy, but looking at her expression, there was still a smile on her face, and he felt relieved.

In the car, Yan Xin lamented to her: "It's still too inconvenient to take a minibus. I'll have to buy a car in the future."

Xiao Shiyu nodded: "Yes, it will be more convenient to own a car. I learned to drive for a month this summer, and I plan to learn it again next summer and try to get a driver's license. What about you?"

Yan Xin said: "I also want to take the driver's license test when I have time next year, but I don't know if it will be easy."

This is not a big statement, he really wants to learn to drive so that he can buy a car.

In my previous life, I didn't have the conditions to own my own car, but now that I have the conditions, all I need is a driver's license.

"It shouldn't be difficult," Xiao Shiyu said, "I haven't passed the driver's license test, but driving is not difficult."

When the car drove into the town, Yan Xin shouted loudly: "Master! Come to the square in front and step on it!"

The driver agreed, and when he got there, he stopped the car.

The car door opened and a dozen people got out at once.

More than a dozen people got off, but the bus was still full.

Yan Xin and Xiao Shiyu both got off, and it was very crowded when they got off the bus. They finally got out of the car, and then they were blown by the cold wind. They both couldn't help but said "It's so cold."

The car drove away, and then Yan Xin saw that the clothing stall was still there. Feng Xi was crouching in front of the stall like an old lady, looking at the passers-by.

Squatting like this can reduce the wind exposure and reduce heat dissipation, making it less cold.

The two people looked at each other from a distance of more than ten meters, and then Feng Xi lowered his head.

Yan Xin walked to the clothing stall. Xiao Shiyu didn't know what he was going to do, but she still followed him.

Feng Xi originally lowered his head, but finally raised it, glanced at the two people in front of him, then moved his eyes elsewhere, and asked absently: "Are you buying clothes?"

The moment she spoke, Xiao Shiyu realized that the person squatting there was not an aunt, but a young girl.

There was still a little childishness in that voice, and it was not the voice of a housewife.

"Buy a down jacket."

Yan Xin said something, then turned to Xiao Shiyu and said:

"The weather is so cold, you have to add a down jacket. See which one suits you."

After saying this, he seemed to hear a "click" sound, like someone grinding their teeth. He didn't know where the sound came from, but he didn't pay much attention to it.

Only then did Xiao Shiyu realize Yan Xin's purpose of bringing her here. It turned out that he was afraid that she would be cold and wanted to give her some clothes.

A warm current surged through my heart, and I felt that the cold wind was no longer so cold.

Without hesitation, he found a white down jacket and said, "That's it."

Yan Xin took out his wallet, took out a hundred yuan note, and then took out a fifty yuan note and handed it to Feng Xi.

Feng Xi refused to accept it. He squatted there, looking away, and said, "You don't have enough money. I want three hundred yuan a piece."

"Uh?" Yan Xin was stunned and looked at the sign on the clothes hanger, "Isn't it written that it costs one hundred and fifty yuan a piece?"

Feng Xi said unhappily: "One hundred and fifty yuan a piece was the price in the morning. Now that the weather is cold again, of course the price will increase. I won't sell it without three hundred yuan!"

Yan Xin looked at Feng Xi blankly and thought: "This little profiteer! With such a dark profiteer's heart, how did you end up being poor in your last life? This is unreasonable!"

Xiao Shiyu stood there with her down jacket, feeling a little embarrassed.

After thinking about it, he hung the down jacket on the hanger and said to Yan Xin: "Why don't you buy it?"

When Feng Xi heard that, he didn't turn around to look at her. He just stared at the clothes on the ground and his cheeks bulged even higher.

Looking angry.

Yan Xin put the fifty-dollar bill back into his wallet, took out two more hundred-dollar bills, and handed them to Feng Xi:

"Three hundred is three hundred."

I thought to myself: "This is another one hundred and fifty yuan dowry sponsored for her, plus the one hundred yuan sponsored last time, the total is..."

It’s not okay, but it makes me depressed when I think about it:

"Damn it, I'm really two hundred and fifty to sponsor my ex-wife's dowry!"

Feng Xi squatted there without looking at him, raised his hand and took the three hundred yuan.

Yan Xin stood up and said to Xiao Shiyu: "Put on those clothes, it's so cold."

The money has already been given, and the woman selling clothes doesn't seem to be easy to talk to. If she wants to return the goods, she will probably hit her. Xiao Shiyu has no choice but to take off the down jacket again without removing the tag.

Weared directly on the body.

Yan Xin took her to the taxi waiting to pick up passengers.

After walking a few steps, Xiao Shiyu whispered: "The way you people do business here is so rough."

I felt that the clothes seller was not a talkative person and did not dare to speak loudly for fear of being overheard and chased and beaten.

Yan Xin was convinced and said in a low voice: "Why else would our town be so poor? Some unscrupulous businessmen would raise prices and kill one by one, ruining the reputation."

"Actually, you don't need to buy this dress. I can only bear it for a while. It's such a waste of money." Xiao Shiyu said again.

"It's okay, it's not too much money." Yan Xin said.

There was a taxi parked there. Yan Xin talked with the driver and found out that Xiao Shiyu was sitting near the No. 2 Middle School. He asked him to take Xiao Shiyu to the No. 2 Middle School and gave him fifty yuan.

Xiao Shiyu wanted to pay for it herself, but Yan Xin stopped her:

"It's such a cold day. You came all the way to help me. How can I still ask you to pay for it?"

I gave the 50 yuan directly to the master, sent Xiao Shiyu to the car, and the two of them waved and said goodbye.

The car started moving, and Yan Xin stood there watching the car drive away.

Then his eyes moved to the clothing stall more than ten meters away.

Feng Xi squatted there and looked at the ground, motionless, his cheeks bulging with anger, as if he was practicing Toad Kung Fu.

(End of chapter)