Chapter 1805: Chapter 993: Rare and Explosive Private Photos

Nanhong Road.

A white BMW pulled into the park’s parking space nearby, and An Chan got out of the driver’s seat, closing the door with a backward motion, her gaze casting far toward the river dam where she saw the vague crowd.

She had a classmate from high school, rarely in touch, who was setting up a stall in the night market.

Moreover, she still had some affection for the Huishui River, as she had visited relatives here in her childhood and had run through the field by the Yao Wang River.

"What a pity, Uncle Bi is in prison."

Upon this thought, An Chan couldn’t help but sigh a bit.

Alone, she strolled along the riverside, the wind brushing against her face, making her feel quite leisurely.

’Staying in a small town may not be a bad life choice.’ An Chan gazed at the slowly flowing Huishui River, and the obsession in her heart dissipated a lot.

She walked to a bustling area, where various vendors came into view, but An Chan did not stop her steps, maintaining the perspective of an outsider.

Finally, following the clues provided by her good friend, she found the sushi stall.

"Ni Ni." An Chan smiled.

Ni Ni, who was sitting on a stool in a daze, heard An Chan’s voice and was first surprised, then smiled and said, "Your Mandarin is really standard, huh?"

An Chan dropped her aloofness, "Of course, I’m a teacher now."

"As a teacher like you, the students must really like you," Ni Ni said.

As soon as she said this, Xue Yuantong, who was frying fish, glanced over curiously.

An Chan also saw Xue Yuantong but didn’t recognize her.

The answer was simple, because every time An Chan came to class, Xue Yuantong would be asleep, so she had never seen Xue Yuantong’s face.

But beside her, Jiang Ning, she found somewhat familiar.

Her impression of Jiang Ning was that he had come to look for Guo Ran, nothing more.

Never thought, he’d be setting up a stall, and... An Chan looked at the queue of customers in front of the stall, so many people.

Ni Ni noticed An Chan’s gaze, her tone somewhat bitter, "Their business is really good."

Compared to her own stall, with its lack of visitors, Ni Ni recalled her previous guidance to others, feeling a bit embarrassed.

An Chan greeted, "Jiang Ning."

Jiang Ning, "Teacher An."

Xue Yuantong puzzled, "Is she a teacher you recently met in the office?"

Jiang Ning, "She’s our class’s new biology teacher."

Xue Yuantong was amazed, "Could it be a parallel universe?"

Jiang Ning held Tongtong’s bun head, and introduced, "This is our class’s diligent student Xue Yuantong."

Remembering now, Teacher An Chan remembered, "Hello..."

During the conversation, Tongtong sprinkled a handful of fragrant sesame seeds, and the fried fish came out of the pot, there was a rush.

An Chan peeked at her student’s stall and then at her old friend’s lonely stall, her lips twitched.

Ni Ni, "Alright, I know what you’re going to say, but please don’t say it."

The world is so unfair!

An Chan quietly said, "Their family conditions must not be good, setting up a stall even on weekends."

Anyway, like herself, not super wealthy, but never reduced to setting up a stall.

Seeing An Chan’s expression, Ni Ni couldn’t help but quip, "Don’t feel sorry for them, okay? At this rate, they can earn two or three thousand a day, feel sorry for me, okay?"

"I truly regret it, during my university days, an uncle offered me 50,000 a month to support me, and I refused, why did I act so noble then?!" Ni Ni regretted deeply.

An Chan shook her head, "You wouldn’t have."

Ni Ni’s family conditions weren’t good, her mother was bedridden, and she had a younger brother, so after graduating from university, she returned to Yuzhou to become an elementary school teacher.

However, she was only a language teacher and couldn’t tutor, so she could only set up a stall on weekends.

An Chan caught up with her a bit, eating seven or eight pieces of Ni Ni’s sushi, causing Ni Ni’s eye to twitch.

Jiang Ning gave her a small portion of fried fish, and as An Chan ate, she marveled, "You guys are so skilled, huh? So delicious, much more authentic than the deep-fried fish I ate in Shen City!"

Xue Yuantong beamed with pride, "We are the most authentic!"

"How much for a portion like this?"

"15 yuan."

"So cheap, I think you could sell it for fifty, and people would still buy it," An Chan gave her opinion, as someone in her twenties, driving a BMW 330, a car worth nearly four hundred thousand yuan, so this was definitely small money to her.

Xue Yuantong initially thought the pricing was a bit high, but hearing this, she pondered, "If I sell it for fifty yuan, would people actually buy it?"

An Chan, "Definitely."

She added, "If it doesn’t sell, it’s on me!"

Xue Yuantong, while packing fish for a customer, peeked out from behind the stall, as An Chan discussed raising prices, the customers in front of the fried fish stall were stunned, ’Hey, don’t you think that’s going too far?’

But they didn’t dare say anything, because the fish was indeed tasty, and the owner was fierce.

After Xue Yuantong and An Chan finished negotiating, they decided on the spot to raise the prices, small portions from 15 to 30, and large portions to 60 yuan.

In the 2015 street vendor scene, this price was outrageous, and those who didn’t get to buy were almost exploding with anger, but seeing Jiang Ning holding a cleaver, they really wanted to curse.

Some customers were quite indignant, turning away and refusing to eat anymore!

However, the market had been good in recent years, and there were still many wealthy people, eventually retaining many high-net-worth customers.

A flashy aunt, with a displeased tone, "How much can you earn by raising prices? My two apartments in Nan City could make you money for a lifetime!"

Xue Yuantong, "You’re happy when your houses appreciate, why aren’t you happy when my fried fish appreciates?"

Jiang Ning, "Think hard if you’ve been putting in the effort."

The aunt didn’t want to buy it, but she wanted to eat it; at her age, this was her little pleasure, so she had to swallow her anger.