Siheyuan: Start as a truck driver

Amid the applause of the sales assistants and aunts, Niu Dahong threw her bag on the counter with a sad face.

"Why are you applauding! It didn't work!"

The older aunt put down her hand and said: "Dahong, it's okay if you don't get the chance. In this city, two-legged toads are hard to find, and three-legged men are everywhere."

"According to Dahong's conditions, I don't want to choose randomly!" The older aunt said with sincerity and pride.

"It's just that my nephew is not lucky enough not to be favored by Dahong." The younger aunt looked gloomy.

These words made Wang Weidong grin.

From the tone of these sales assistants, it doesn't sound like they were mocking.

Is Niu Dahong still a hot commodity in the eyes of these aunts?

But soon, Wang Weidong understood.

Although Niu Dahong looks like a man, he has several unique conditions.

She has a good family background, good roots, and a pimp alley boss as her backer. Marrying her is like marrying a patron saint.

She has a big body and is easy to give birth to. With a body like Niu Dahong's, giving birth to ten or eight children is just like playing.

And the most important point is that Niu Zhijun spared no expense in marrying off the girl. Regardless of whether he succeeded or not, he would thank the matchmaker for the gift.

These saleslady ladies probably ate a lot of beef, so they naturally had a lot of nice things to say.

Wang Weidong began to worry whether the already picky Niu Dahong could like Silly Zhu.

Maybe, I should find an opportunity to mention it.

Niu Dahong took out a bottle of Arctic Ocean from the shelf, opened the cap with one hand, his Adam's apple trembling, and drank it all in one gulp.

Only then did the excitement calm down.

She looked at the younger aunt and said, "Aunt Liu, maybe you should go back to your parents' house and see your nephew..."

"What happened? What happened to Liu Dali? Were you injured?" The young and old woman became anxious, dropped the melon seeds in her hand, and ran over.

"We competed in martial arts. I thought he was very powerful, so I used 30% of my strength to kick his leg off." Niu Dahong said "Congratulations, you guessed it right" on his face.

"What, your leg is broken?" The younger aunt looked stunned.

Niu Dahong was not so ruthless in the past.

Alas, it's all my fault for bragging, saying that my nephew is a disciple of Zen Master Wei Mi.

She hurriedly opened the cotton curtain and ran out.

In the cold wind that rushed in through the gap in the door curtain, there was a faint cry: "Oh, my poor nephew, it's all my aunt's fault..."

"For a broken leg... I should just pay twenty yuan. Well, I can add ten eggs at most." Niu Dahong looked at her disappearing figure and calculated with great experience.

Good guys, there is also a detailed list of compensation prices.

It seems that there are many heroes who have been defeated by the Valkyrie over the years.

Wang Weidong couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Why are you laughing? I'm looking for a beating!"

This smile alarmed Niu Dahong. Her face turned cold and she was about to hit her with a fist as big as a sandbag.

Seeing that it was Wang Weidong, his fist stopped in mid-air, and the anger on his face was replaced by surprise.

"Hey, Brother Wei Dong, why are you here?"

These days, Wang Weidong often eats at Lao La's house in Pipiao Hutong, and the two of them have long been called brother and sister.

"Come and buy a bicycle."

"But first, get a bottle of soda. I'm so thirsty." Wang Weidong took out two cents and handed it over.

Niu Dahong didn't take the money, but took a bottle of Arctic Ocean from the shelf and handed it to Wang Weidong.

"I invite you!"

Wang Weidong didn't insist either.

This female war goddess is a stickler, and if she refuses rashly, she might get a beating.

The salesladies nearby also noticed the movement here and said with a smile: "Dahong, are you a relative?"

"My brother!" Niu Dahong was a little proud.

Wang Weidong thought she was not a qualified partner, but she was a talented person in appearance, a truck driver, and she spoke nicely, so she would be great as an older brother.

Wang Weidong couldn't help but pursed his lips when he saw Niu Dahong easily unscrewing the bottle cap with one hand again.

He understood a little bit why Niu Dahong was popular among the sales assistants and aunts.

Emotionally she is just a thug.

With such a Valkyrie sitting in charge of the supply and marketing cooperative, which customer would dare to act mischievous?

After Niu Dahong knew that Wang Weidong wanted to buy a bicycle, he immediately expressed that he would take him there.

The comrade who sells bicycles is her colleague and can talk to her.

With help from an acquaintance, Wang Weidong naturally nodded in agreement.

The two of them walked towards the inner room, one behind the other.

The supply and marketing cooperative has three brands of bicycles, Feige, Forever and Phoenix.

There are two types, 28 big poles and 26 bicycles.

The 26 bicycle has no iron bars and a basket on the front, making it suitable for girls to ride.

The bicycles are hung on a wooden frame, and there is a small wooden sign next to it with the words "Don't touch!" in big red letters.

The bicycle was covered with red silk cloth, so you couldn't tell whether the paint had peeled off.

The salesperson is also very arrogant and doesn't allow you to choose.

And after it is sold, it cannot be returned or exchanged, which is a bit like the blind box of later generations.

Fortunately, when he saw Niu Dahong raising his fist as big as a sandbag, the salesperson immediately let go and opened the red silk cloth.

Let Wang Weidong choose a bicycle without any flaws.

Well, it turns out that the salesperson knew Niu Dahong’s fist.

Wang Weidong bought the permanent 28 big kong for 180 yuan.

After paying the money and bicycle ticket, Wang Weidong pushed the bicycle out of the supply and marketing cooperative.

Niu Dahong followed and sent it out.

The two of them talked as they walked.

Wang Weidong smiled and said: "Dahong, I have a neighbor who has practiced martial arts since he was a child and is known as the God of War in the courtyard. Do you want to meet him?"

"Brother Wei Dong, do you want to be a matchmaker?" Niu Dahong's eyes widened, and there was no shyness on his face.

Wang Weidong smiled and said: "I'm not really a matchmaker, I just think you two are a good match."

"Uh... God of Martial Arts, that's interesting." Niu Dahong thought for a moment, shook his braid, and said with a smile: "But tomorrow, the son next door to Uncle Yu's house, who has been practicing martial arts in the Shaolin Temple since he was a child, is coming back, and I want to meet him first.

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"That's okay, I'm not in a hurry about this anyway." Wang Weidong nodded.

He wanted to make Si Zhu give up on Qin Huairu before introducing Si Zhu to Niu Dahong.

Otherwise, it would be too unfair to Niu Dahong.

The two walked side by side for a while, and Wang Weidong couldn't bear it anymore.

"Dahong, we've already sent you one mile away. Go back to work quickly." Wang Weidong waved his hand to Niu Dahong.

Niu Dahong's eyes widened: "Don't worry, there aren't many customers who dare to cause trouble anyway. I'll stand here and watch you ride away."

Wang Weidong was silent.

When he was pushing his bicycle out of the supply and marketing cooperative just now, he realized that he couldn't ride it.

I rode an electric bike and drove a car in my previous life, but never rode a bicycle.

"Okay, then I'll go back, please slow down." Niu Dahong seemed to see some clues from Wang Weidong's embarrassed expression, and turned around with a smile and ran back to the supply and marketing cooperative.

Wang Weidong breathed a sigh of relief.

When you buy a bicycle, you still need to have it stamped with a license plate.

Buying a bicycle in this era is similar to buying a car in later generations. You still have to register it and pay three yuan a year.

Wang Weidong pushed his bicycle along the street towards the street office.

The shiny black bicycle, with the silver bell on the handlebar, shines brightly in the sun.

Passers-by looked sideways.

With envious eyes, Wang Weidong felt a little proud.

Although I don’t know how to ride it, this is my bike.

Until, an old lady with white hair and a vegetable basket walked across the street and gave him a dissatisfied look.

"Young man, everyone knows you bought a car. Come on and ride it. Stop showing off here!"

The corners of Wang Weidong's mouth twitched, and three black lines slid down his forehead.

I really want to ride away, but the key is that now it can only ride on me.