Rebirth: Slice-of-life Cultivation-Chapter 638 - 398: The Small Temple Fair_2

One day, he would drive a BMW, and by then, all those who had looked down on him would regret their arrogance.

Zhang Chi lifted his heavy steps; he didn’t go home on weekends but stayed in the urban area to earn money on construction sites.

By selling his labor, he had paid off various debts, and with today’s two hundred, he had saved four hundred. His next goal was to replace his cracked screen phone. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

Exhausted, with faltering steps, he headed north. Zhang Chi clutched the banknotes tightly, comforted by the money earned through hard work.

Meanwhile, a Bentley worth millions sped southward, passing by in an instant.

Qi Tianheng, dressed in high-end clothes, sat in the spacious backseat, enjoying the comforting air conditioning and holding a bottle of a drink that cost 100 yuan.

He withdrew his gaze, a playful smirk on his face, "I just saw a classmate of mine."

The suited driver in the front seat replied, "Do you need to greet him?"

"No need, it looked like he was working on a construction site." Seeing Zhang Chi’s disheveled appearance, Qi Tianheng was in quite a good mood.

...

Zhang Chi knew nothing of this; he opened his phone and saw his classmates chatting about the small temple fair.

In the group chat, Dong Qingfeng tagged people, "Shen Qing’e, Jiang Yanan, Bai Yuxia... let’s go to the temple fair tonight."

He almost tagged every slightly good-looking girl in the class.

Shen Qing’e replied, "I’m afraid I can’t make it, I’m spending the evening with my sister."

Yu Wen took the initiative to tag the class monitor.

But the class monitor politely declined.

Thanks to Dong Qingfeng’s good reputation among the girls in class, some responded, such as Jiang Yanan: "Is it just you, Dong Qingfeng, or are there others going?"

Cui Yu: "Right, I’ll be there too."

Duan Shigang: "This humble one as well."

Dong Qingfeng frowned; he was utterly disgusted.

He privately messaged Chen Qian and somehow convinced him to join, although the reason remained a mystery.

Zhang Chi: "Who knows about phones, what kind of phone can I buy for 800 yuan?"

He had 400 yuan saved up, but after another two days of work, he could have enough—after all, it’s said that it’s always better to be prepared.

Wang Longlong initially wanted to give Zhang Chi some advice, but remembering his character, resisted the urge to type.

Dong Qingfeng was a mobile phone enthusiast; otherwise, he wouldn’t have chosen a niche brand like OnePlus. He reviewed his options and recommended:

"If you have 800 yuan, just buy a Redmi 1s, either the Telecom or Unicom version. They use the Qualcomm 400 processor, which is powerful, and come with the MIUI5 system, which is very user-friendly."

Zhang Chi: "I went to the store last time, and the salesperson recommended I buy a vivo."

Dong Qingfeng: "Vivo is a typical case of high price and low specs. At the 800 yuan price range, the resolution of the phone they give you is definitely 854×480, blurry."

Zhang Chi: "But it looks good, and the vivo brand is much better than Redmi. They have stores everywhere, even airing advertisements on TV, unlike Xiaomi, which is some no-name brand."

Dong Qingfeng: "The person selling you the phone is ripping you off. Who do you think pays for all those advertising costs? It’s the consumers.

Wang Longlong saw a familiar scene unfolding and just sent an emoji.

The next second, Zhang Chi: "You think you know better than the guy selling the phones?"

...

At 7:30 p.m.

Xue Chuchu pushed her clunky black electric scooter from home, with Xue Yuantong calling from behind:

"We’re off!"

Skipping dinner to save her appetite for the evening’s festivities, she persisted on waiting to eat at the fair.

Jiang Ning patted the back seat of his mountain bike, prompting Xue Yuantong to forsake the spacious electric scooter and choose Jiang Ning’s bike instead.

As they progressed, approaching Hongxing Street, the number of pedestrians grew, filling the air with a cheerful festive atmosphere.

The gentle night breeze was soothing, making Jiang Ning forgo the use of any cooling spells.

Jiang Ning stopped his mountain bike just outside Hongxing Street.

Ahead, the street lights twinkled, and the cacophony of voices was deafening, making it too crowded for bicycles to enter.

After locking up his bike, Xue Chuchu removed the key from her electric scooter, which was too old and beaten up for anyone to bother stealing.

The bustling street was lined with stalls selling drinks, roasted mutton skewers, trinkets, handicrafts, toys, and various street games, a dazzling array for the senses.

Vendors called out, drawing the crowd into countless streams.

Inhaling the enticing scents, Xue Yuantong clutched Jiang Ning, earnestly reminding him:

"Wherever you go, make sure to stick with me, don’t get lost."

"Don’t worry."

Taking the lead, Jiang Ning stepped into the jam-packed crowd.

Xue Chuchu and Tongtong followed. She had expected it to be unsettlingly crowded, but as Jiang Ning led the way, the pedestrians shrewdly made way, giving her a smooth passage.

They moved slowly with the flow, examining the stalls on both sides. Xue Chuchu, being slightly taller, had an advantage, while Xue Yuantong, being too short, often had to squeeze to the edge for a look.

After some browsing, Xue Yuantong bought a serving of rolled cold noodles and a lemon water.

The street’s very center was overly crowded, and despite the absence of congestion, being central still felt oppressive.

Hongxing Street stretched long, and as they followed the flow of people towards the back, the crowd thinned out somewhat.

More entertainment rides appeared here: water parks, merry-go-rounds, pirate ships, and more.

Xue Yuantong was eager to try them, especially the merry-go-round, but it was sadly occupied by elementary school students, and she didn’t want to mingle with them.

"Look, Jiang Ning, there’s someone playing on the horizontal bar over there!" she tiptoed, pointing towards the crowd to the southwest.

With Divine Sense, Jiang Ning scanned the area and saw several sets of horizontal bars, and a sign that read "Challenge: Hang for 100 seconds, 20 yuan a try, win 100 yuan for succeeding!"

Around it gathered a sizable crowd, among whom he spotted Ma Shicheng, Cui Yu, and Meng Gui standing by.

Moving forward, Jiang Ning was followed by Xue Yuantong, who took Chuchu by the hand, trotting along.

Sipping juice, Xue Chuchu pondered, could Jiang Ning be considering playing those games?

"Tongtong, these games are all deceptive, the stall owners are cunning. Ordinary people end up losing money."