MTL - Rebirth 90s: Sweetheart Cub-Chapter 34 Still bumping into her face?

  Chapter 34 Still bumping into her?

The flower shirt was stunned for a moment, and said, "...it seems to be true. I used to visit my cousin during the Chinese New Year, and heard her husband's family show off several times, saying that the work is easy and the salary is good, and the master's family is easy to talk to. During the holidays, I always buy a lot of good things for her to take home."

"Go back and contact your cousin, and ask her mother-in-law to help you set up Song Yueliang." Wang Jianzhong looked at the flowered shirt with cold eyes, "Our current business can only be regarded as a small business, if we can hook up with Song Yueliang Wholesale in the city is the real way to earn money.”

"Don't be unconvinced. You have seen the car Song Yueliang drove. There is no one that cannot be bought for hundreds of thousands. If you really provoke her, they will want to ruin your family. It's just a matter of wiggling your fingers. , it’s not even a matter of sending you in.”

   "Put away your ruthless tricks on the street! Song Yueliang, we can't afford to offend you, understand?"

  The flowered shirt was trained to turn green and pale.

  The woman's cold eyes appeared in her mind, still filled with resentment and fear.

   This was the first time he met such a person.

  The cloud is calm and the wind is light, it seems that the next second he will stab him to death without blinking his eyes.

  Damn it, he was scared right then.

   "I haven't seen my cousin for a few years, I'll go to her house later, and ask first." He said softly.

  Wang Jianzhong smiled on his calm face, and patted him on the shoulder, "A man can bend and stretch, as long as we can make a profit, nothing else matters."

  …

  In mid-July, a seasonal watermelon called Xiao Qilin Melon suddenly broke into the Huicheng Fruit Market, and became popular in a short period of time, attracting people to rush for it.

  A small watermelon that costs eight yuan a piece weighs only two or three catties, and the price makes ordinary people staggered.

   What's even more shocking is that at such an expensive price, you can buy it even if you want it.

  The major fruit shops are still playing with purchase restrictions!

  One person can only buy one at a time!

   Just here, in order to buy watermelon, people still lined up a long queue.

  In various residential buildings, residential areas, and in the streets and alleys of the city, discussions about the little Qilin melon can be heard from time to time.

   "My God, it costs eight yuan a watermelon! It's so small! I can't figure out why so many people are rushing to buy it. Isn't it delicious to buy four catties of meat for eight yuan?"

"We don't understand how rich people think. Isn't a hundred yuan a candy box in a department store expensive enough? Why don't they sell out of stock? There are also special apples that cost five or six yuan a catty. Well, it’s not expensive? Doesn’t the high-end fruit shop still sell it? After all, it’s not that no one buys it, it’s that we can’t afford it.”

"That's not to say, the price of the little unicorn melon is expensive, so we can't afford it. I'm going to buy one later and send it to my daughter. She just got married, and she gave a little unicorn melon with a good sign."

"Hey, I'm looking forward to having a big grandson! But the little unicorn melon is really good to give as a gift. It's auspicious enough to just write on the gift box of 'giving a son to attract blessings, promote wealth and promotion'. Many people in my unit bought this melon and secretly gave it away. Where is the leader!"

  Ma Chunlan walked out of the tube building, and curled her lips when she heard the discussion at the gate.

  Eight yuan watermelon, why is it inlaid with gold?

   Still bragging about auspiciousness and good omens, purely fooling fools, and rushing to buy them because their brains are broken.

  Across from Tongzilou, a flowered shirt was sitting on a motorcycle and waving at her.

  Ma Chunlan walked over quickly, with a forced smile on her face, "Why are you here?"

  Just heard the rumor from the people in the building that someone was looking for her, and she wondered who it was.

   Unexpectedly, it was a cousin who hadn't seen him for several years.

  ...Don’t come here to borrow money, right?

"I'm going to the city to run some errands, so I'll stop by to see you." Hua Shirt excused, and first handed over the fruit bag hanging on the handlebar, "Sister, behind is the staff building of my brother-in-law's work unit? Tsk tsk, it's the sixth floor, style!"

"What's the style? It's an old building for many years, and it's not as comfortable as living in the village. There are more than a dozen households on one floor, crowded next to each other, and you can hear the fart next door." Ma Chunlan opened the door. Looking at the bag, a piece of red apple weighing two to one catty is okay.

   "Don't tell me where you live, my brother-in-law is doing a good job, the director of a big food factory, and has a solid job! I don't know anyone in the village, who wouldn't be envious?"

   A few words made Ma Chunlan feel elated. That's true, because the man in the family has provided an iron rice bowl, and she has been the envy of other families in the village for the past few years.

  The floral shirt almost flattered the person, so he changed the subject and said with a flattering smile, "Sister, to be honest, I want to ask you to do something for me this time."

   "I know that you will go to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing." Ma Chunlan snorted, "Tell me, what's the matter?"

"You know the little unicorn melons that have gone crazy in the city recently..." Hua Shirt quickly said the matter, and finally said, "We just want to take the line of Song Yueliang and do business in the city in the future. Sister , if you finish this matter, I won't let you work in vain, and I will give you this number then."

  The floral shirt clapped his palms together, and then slipped a note to Ma Chunlan, "The paper is my BP number, sister, then I will wait for your good news."

  The motorbike roared away, and Ma Chunlan held the note with shock and daze on her face.

  After regaining her senses, she walked towards the Tongzilou.

  …

  The house assigned to the Tian family by the food factory is extremely small, with a one-bedroom and one-living room layout, and the four members of the Tian family can barely live there.

   That's all, because Tian Fumin is a junior officer, and he gave gifts to the manager in the factory.

  Tian Fumin usually lives in the bedroom with Ma Chunlan and his wife, while Mrs. Tian and her grandson Tian Xiaohu sleep in the living room.

  There is no kitchen, and every household in the building puts a coal stove in the corridor and sets up a simple stove for cooking.

  When Ma Chunlan came home, Mrs. Tian and her grandson were blowing a fan in the living room to keep cool.

  When Ma Chunlan said the matter, Mrs. Tian's face also pulled down.

"Let me intercede with Song Yueliang? How much do you think my old face is worth? When I was looking for a job for the rich people, my favors have already been used up!" Mrs. Tian scolded, "Stop talking to you in the future Cousin is not a decent person!"

  Ma Chunlan knew that the old lady looked down on her cousin, so she didn't invite him to the house just now.

After all, she couldn't let go of the bonus fee, so she said again, "Mom, that's not what you said. Look at the rich people who work alone in the city, and if there is anything they don't even have a helper. If my cousin goes to the city to do work in the future Buying and selling, you can ask him for help when you need it, right?"

"A bum, can my Tian family use him to help?" Mrs. Tian was annoyed, she put her finger on Ma Chunlan's nose, and said in a low voice, "You don't have a brain! I don't even think about who Song Yueliang is, don't avoid it." Still bumping into her face? If she catches on to that matter, our family of four will not be able to survive!"

  (end of this chapter)