Song Yun, a modern inheritor of ancient medical practices, accidentally transmigrates to the year 1973, becoming an unlucky girl unloved by her father and ignored by her mother.
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Tu Sen turned his head and met Song Ziyi's scrutinizing gaze not far away.
Tu Sen felt somewhat guilty. He had no improper thoughts about Song Yun, but he couldn't control the throbbing in his heart. Sometimes he didn't even understand himself.
Song Ziyi didn't say anything. After retracting his gaze, he walked towards the car and helped Song Yun take the things out of the trunk.
"Sister, what are you buying? So much."
Song Yun smiled and said, "I bought some things for everyone. Even though this was a mission, I went abroad after all and experienced so much, so I had to bring something back. I'll share some with everyone later."
Song Ziyi was very happy and quickly called all his comrades over.
Two large boxes were opened. One box contained cigarettes unique to Hong Kong, and the other box contained colorful aprons made of excellent fabrics and beautifully packaged facial creams.
The members of the special forces are not young at all, and most of them are married. Seeing these things, whose eyes can't help shining? Everyone wants to bring something for his wife. Unfortunately, whether in Country Y or Hong Kong City, the things are very expensive. They don't have the money to buy them, and they have no chance to buy them.
"How much does this cost?" Zhou Bing sighed.
Song Yun said, "My family owns a company in Hong Kong, and we can produce this for free."
This was half true and half false. It was true that there was a company, but she had bought these things with her own money.
Song Ziyi quickly went over the number of people in his mind, and counted the things. He soon came up with a distribution plan. Each person would be given a piece of cloth, two bottles of face cream and a pack of cigarettes. There were still quite a few left, which he would take with him and distribute to the members of the No. 13 Special Forces Team.
The members of the No. 9 Special Forces didn't know what to do with the things in their hands. Not to mention the ridiculously high prices in Hong Kong, even the domestic prices meant that it would cost a lot of money to buy these things.
Song Ziyi smiled and said, "My sister told you to take it, so just take it. It's made in our own factory, so it's free."
Tu Sen said, "It's definitely not okay if we don't ask for money. We can't accept it."
Song Ziyi knew Tu Sen's personality. If he said no, then he really didn't want it. So he asked Song Yun, "Sister, why don't you charge a little bit of the cost price? Otherwise, everyone will feel uneasy holding it."
"Right, right, right," Zhou Bing nodded frantically, "Ziyi is right. We can't afford to take it for free."
Song Yun thought for a moment and said, "Then give each of us ten yuan."
Tu Sen shook his head, "Thirty per person, not a penny less."
Zhou Bing and the others nodded in agreement. "Ten dollars is too little. Let's listen to the captain. Thirty is fine."
Song Yun had no choice but to agree.
In fact, thirty yuan could not even buy a bottle of face cream, but for Zhou Bing and others, thirty yuan was a lot of money. She had not originally intended to charge money, it was just a token of her appreciation.
Song Ziyi and Xue Yuan took the portion of things meant for Ma Bomin and went into the room. Seeing that Ma Bomin was awake, they placed the things at his bedside. Xue Yuan said, "This is what Sister Yun bought. Everyone has a share. You can take some and give it to your wife."
Ma Bomin was originally thinking about what gift to bring for his wife, but now that he had a ready-made gift, he was naturally very happy. "Thank Comrade Song for me. She is so thoughtful. I'll give her the money later."
Song Ziyi smiled and said, "Well, we've all agreed. Just give me 30 yuan for the cost price."
Ma Bomin was stunned. Thirty yuan?
He looked at the two bottles of face cream and a piece of very fine hair on the bedside table. He was afraid that thirty yuan would not even be enough to buy a bottle of face cream.
But he was not an ignorant person. Since everyone had agreed, there was no need for him to say anything more. He just had to remember the kindness in his heart.
"I don't know how Meimei is doing now." Ma Bomin was also a little worried, afraid that his wife was not living well in her hometown.
Xue Yuan said hurriedly, "When we get home, Ziyi and I will go back with you to your hometown and help you explain everything. Auntie will definitely not blame you."