Eighties Sweetheart Wife-Chapter 69 - A Good Start to the New Year_1

Chapter 69: Chapter 69: A Good Start to the New Year_1

Chapter 69 -69: A Good Start to the New Year_1

Just now, Song Yunuan had already ridden around the warehouse’s open space several times, completely mastering the 28-inch bicycle.

So, she and Old Mrs.

Song set off for the entrance of the department store building.

At that time, the 28-inch bicycle had a stand at the back, and once the stand was flipped open, the bicycle would stand steadily on the ground.

They found an open space, and nearby, someone was selling dry fruits from the mountains, here called ‘shan ding zi,’ scientifically known as ‘shan jing zi,’ which bloom very beautifully.

One cup for ten cents, and surprisingly, there were buyers.

On the other side, someone was selling maltose candy, and there were stalls selling fried dough twists, which seemed pricey as there were hardly any people in front of the stalls. frёewebnoѵēl.com

Song Yunuan realized a problem, which was that people were still accustomed to using food coupons to buy things inside the department store.

But, someone had to be the first to start.

So, she took out the twenty shoulder bags and head flowers she had in her tote bag, hung the bags on the handlebars of the bike, and strung the head flowers together.

In the blink of an eye, beside the monochrome door, it was as if a cluster of flowers had bloomed.

Before long, a crowd had gathered.

Mostly women.

Especially many young girls.

A girl asked curiously, “What are you doing?”

Song Yunuan gave a beaming smile but didn’t directly answer, instead she pointed at the shoulder bag and head flowers on her, “Shoulder bags three yuan each, large head flowers six dimes, small ones three dimes, two big head flowers for one yuan.

I didn’t bring much today, and it’s getting late, so two bags for five yuan, buy ten head flowers, and get one free.”

Ah, so they were selling things.

The price wasn’t cheap, but it wasn’t too expensive either.

Someone asked, “Where are you from?”

Although Old Mrs.

Song was nervous, since it was her first time, she remained calm in front of a group of young girls.

She wasn’t about to tell them where her home was and how they got there.

She chuckled, “Oh, this is the only kind in our county, not even available in the provincial city.

You all look so beautiful, but you can’t always use hair ties and handkerchiefs.

We should try something new that can make you even prettier.

Look at my granddaughter with the shoulder bag and head flowers, doesn’t she look exceptionally pretty?”

Song Yunuan was dressed in a plaid jacket, work cloth trousers, leather shoes on her feet, with a rainbow bag slung over her shoulders and her hair tied in twin ponytails adorned with the head flowers none of them had seen before.

She looked just like a big star from the fashion magazines.

Beautiful and stylish, exuding a unique charm.

The role model effect of a model is boundless, and Song Yunuan’s advertising effect was not bad.

Thus, one person took out money, and once there was a first, there was a second.

Especially since the service was great, they could pick whatever they wanted as long as they didn’t damage anything.

As for the shoulder bags, everyone could try them on to show off the effect.

This time, Song Yunuan brought thirty shoulder bags and two hundred head flowers.

Packed into one big bag.

It’s true what they say about selling these items—no worries about them getting crushed, expiring or hygiene issues.

They didn’t even need packaging; you could just pick them up and go.

Those who bought shoulder bags walked away wearing them, and as for the head flowers, a few even pulled out mirrors and couldn’t bear to take them off after seeing how beautiful they looked, so they wore them and walked away.

Some clever ones teamed up to buy two shoulder bags.

They instantly saved fifty cents, and then with another dime, they could even get a head flower.

It wasn’t exaggeration—these goods sold fast, and in less than an hour everything was gone.

Old Mrs.

Song felt that to a large extent, it was all thanks to her granddaughter’s excellent showcasing.

The person selling mountain fruits next door traded three cups of them for a small head flower, and when they wanted to trade for more, everything was sold out on this side.

Old Mrs.

Song only knew that her granddaughter’s shoulder bag was filled with money.

Her hands were trembling.

She didn’t expect it to be such a hit.

She thought it would be good to sell a few.

It was a roaring success from the start!

Just as they were about to leave, seven or eight girls arrived, having heard the news and rushed over, but unfortunately, everything was sold out.

Initially, they were indifferent, but suddenly, they felt it was a must-buy.

Old Mrs.

Song told a few people they would be back in a few days.

The girls were anxious, asking exactly how many days, as they couldn’t come and wait every day.

Song Yunuan, “Next week, same time, I guarantee I’ll come.”

On Saturday afternoons, some organizations let their employees off for half a day.

Otherwise, there wouldn’t be time to browse through the department store.

Old Mrs.

Song wanted to say that they could actually make it tomorrow, but they had to listen to Little Nuan, otherwise if everyone said something different, they would become a laughingstock to outsiders.

In broad daylight, counting money wasn’t an option either.

But in her bag, there were still the shoulder bag for Ji Xinyi and the hair accessory for Yingying.

Better to omit a group than to miss a single person.

Ji Xinyi, the daughter of Old Man Ji, and her daughter, Yingying, absolutely had to be given gifts.

Upon reaching Pine Tree Alley, Old Mrs.

Song didn’t go inside, “I’m old, and my presence would surely require them to entertain me, which is too much trouble.

You go by yourself, just deliver the things and come out right away, let’s hurry back home.”

Song Yunuan felt her grandmother made sense, so she rode her bicycle into the alley.

At this time, Qin Siqi and Lin Qing were in Old Mr.

Ji’s courtyard.

Lin Qing was there to deliver a gift to Old Mr.

Ji.

In half a month’s time, her sister’s condition had mostly stabilized, and what remained was a gradual recovery.

After another week of treatment, they should be returning to Beidu.

Lin Qing had gathered quite a few nice things for Old Mr.

Ji and never expected to run into Qin Siqi as she was about to leave, bringing to mind Song Yunuan, which made Lin Qing grind her teeth in hatred.

So, she sat down to talk with Qin Siqi.

That talk lasted the entire morning.

Qin Siqi hadn’t expected things to develop differently from what she saw while she was unconscious.

Qin Siqi felt like she was dreaming.

But what dream could be so intense?

Around noon, after the exams were finished at the electronics factory, Zheng Dong and a dispirited Lu Feng arrived at the guest house.

Qin Siqi’s mind was in chaos.

As a species, humans tend to obsess over what they can’t have.

Both men and women are like this.

But maybe if Lu Feng had been gentle and compliant towards her, Qin Siqi would not have been so obsessed, yet the look in Lu Feng’s eyes was one of blame — “It’s all your fault, how could Little Nuan have gone back to the countryside if not for you?”

Qin Siqi wanted to burst in anger, but at this moment she truly wasn’t close to Lu Feng.

Even in the dreams she had while unconscious, she and Lu Feng only gradually got together after Song Yunuan had died.

Lu Feng hid in his room, obviously not giving up hope.

After all, Song Yunuan was still alive.

Having heard that Old Mr.

Ji was here, she came with Lin Qing to give him some items.

Also to curry favor with the prominent doctor and add weight to her own position.

It wasn’t just Lin Qing and Qin Siqi in the room, but also Su Junze, who was respectfully talking to Old Mr.

Ji.

Upon seeing Song Yunuan enter, before Old Mr.

Ji could speak, Lin Qing touched her face, memories of those two slaps filling her with a gloomy shadow.

It couldn’t be seen from the outside, but it had hurt for several days.

It was a sharp, burning pain.

It had only recently started to subside.

It was not only humiliating but also a torment she could not express.

She glared at Song Yunuan with all her might.

Song Yunuan, unapologetically, asked, “Lin Qing, why are you staring at me?”

Lin Qing abruptly stood up, and Su Junze quickly came over, holding her back and whispering, “Qing’er!”

Unexpectedly, Song Yunuan then pointed toward Qin Siqi, who also had an unfriendly expression, “And you, why are you staring at me too?”

Song Yunuan was not impetuous.

The braver one wins when two meet on a narrow path.

If it’s a situation with no chance of reconciliation, why should one humble oneself and beg for favor?