"Okay, I'll order a car for you. You can drive it as soon as you get your driver's license." Although Huo Beixiao was nervous inside, he didn't mince words.

Jiang Qiaoqiao was still a little dazed. "No need. I'll get my driver's license first, and I can buy the car myself later."

She had already thought it through. Although she needed a car now, cars were just too expensive. Even the cheapest Santana cost nearly 200,000 yuan.

With that money, you could buy so much land and so many houses.

We should wait a few more years until the special economic zone ports are opened and bonded zones are established, at which point car prices will drop significantly.

In a few years, when joint venture and domestic car manufacturers have developed, car prices will become very affordable, and cars will truly become a part of every household.

Jiang Qiaoqiao fell asleep while thinking about it.

Completely oblivious to Huo Beixiao's aggrieved expression.

His wife even refused his offer to buy her a car. Is she trying to distance herself from him?

Huo Beixiao looked at Jiang Qiaoqiao, who was already asleep in the back seat, with a pitiful expression in his deep eyes. When he saw that Jiang Qiaoqiao was sleeping with her head tilted to the side, he quickly pulled over and parked the car.

After getting out of the car, he carefully picked up Jiang Qiaoqiao, adjusted her to a more comfortable position, took off his coat to cover her up, and then returned to the driver's seat.

On the way back, Huo Beixiao drove as slowly as an old tortoise crawling on the road, being extremely careful.

In those days, most roads were still unpaved dirt roads, full of potholes, but he managed to drive the car very steadily.

Jiang Qiaoqiao slept soundly all the way back to the shop.

Inside the shop, not only Zhou Yang and Luo Yingzi, but also Lin Xiaohui, Yang Jianguo, Zheng Yulan, and Tong Xuejiao were waiting.

Lin Xiaohui was light-sleeping and woke up when she heard the sound of a car outside.

After confirming that it was Huo Beixiao's car, they quickly woke up the others.

As soon as Huo Beixiao's car stopped, everyone came out to help unload the goods.

Jiang Qiaoqiao woke up groggily. She rubbed her eyes and, seeing that she had arrived at the store entrance, immediately became fully alert.

Huo Beixiao wanted her to rest in the car, but before he could even speak, Jiang Qiaoqiao got out of the car full of energy.

After unloading the goods from the truck and tidying them up, it was already 2 a.m.

Lin Xiaohui prepared braised food as a late-night snack and invited everyone to eat together.

Tong Xuejiao, completely disregarding her image, devoured a duck wing and drank her soda. "Auntie, your cooking is absolutely amazing! If I had your skills, I'd definitely open shops all over the country!"

Lin Xiaohui laughed heartily, "You're such a sweet talker, my cooking skills aren't nearly as good as you make them out to be. If you like it, eat more, there's more in the kitchen."

Tong Xuejiao put her greasy hand on Jiang Qiaoqiao's shoulder again. "Qiaoqiao, haven't you ever thought about helping your aunt to expand and strengthen her business?"

Jiang Qiaoqiao reluctantly removed her greasy hand and said, "I've thought about it, but you have to take things one step at a time, and eat one bite at a time, right?"

"Okay, if you've thought it through, then that's fine!" Tong Xuejiao wiped her hands. "Then I'll be waiting for the day when I can eat Auntie's braised food in Haishi."

After finishing their late-night snack, Huo Beixiao and Jiang Qiaoqiao returned to the cement factory's residential compound at 3 a.m.

Jiang Qiaoqiao took a nap on the way back and is now full of energy.

While Huo Beixiao was taking a shower, she took out all of today's sales revenue and arranged it in stacks on the table, categorized by type.

After arranging the money, the small bills were set aside, and a hundred-yuan bill with four denominations was used to cover the entire table.

When Huo Beixiao came in wearing boxer shorts and wiping the water droplets off his body, he saw the little woman showing eight white, soft teeth, her eyes crinkling as she held a table full of money.

"Brother Xiao, guess how much our store's revenue is today?"

Huo Beixiao was infected by the little woman's joyful smile, and the corners of his lips unconsciously turned up. His doting gaze fell on Jiang Qiaoqiao, "Around thirty thousand."

Jiang Qiaoqiao stared at him in shock, blinking her eyes. "How could you guess so accurately? Thirty-eight hundred and sixty-eight yuan."

As soon as she finished speaking, her body suddenly lifted into the air.

Huo Beixiao simply picked her up and carried her horizontally. "Qiaoqiao, am I prettier or is money prettier?"

The man's deep, magnetic voice, tinged with a hint of coquetry, rang in my ears.

Jiang Qiaoqiao: ...

She looked at the man's smooth jawline, blinked, and wondered what the question was.

Then, without hesitation, she replied, "Of course, money looks better. You can't make everyone like you, but everyone likes money!"

No sooner had she finished speaking her reasoned words than the man unceremoniously pressed her small frame onto the bed.

The man's eyes were deep and his cold face was full of seriousness. "Qiaoqiao, I'm asking you."

Jiang Qiaoqiao smiled mischievously, hooking her slender arms around the man's neck. "You're handsome, you're the most handsome!"

The next instant, the man's cool lips pressed down on hers...

Fortunately, both of them were quite rational people. Knowing that they had to get up early to open the shop the next day, neither of them dared to act recklessly.

The next morning, just as dawn broke, Jiang Qiaoqiao woke up on her own.

Although she hasn't been setting up her stall much lately, she had already developed the habit of getting up early when she was setting up her stall before.

She was earlier, but Huo Beixiao was even earlier.

She had just finished dressing when Huo Beixiao had already prepared breakfast. The steamed buns and spring rolls were bought from a breakfast stall outside, and he had boiled the eggs and soaked the malted milk powder himself.

Jiang Qiaoqiao drank some malted milk powder and ate half a spring roll. She wanted to leave quietly, but Huo Beixiao had already brought her a peeled egg.

Jiang Qiaoqiao looked at the man pitifully, "Brother Xiao, can I not eat eggs, Brother Xiao..."

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