Two hours later, Tang Xiaobao was carrying seven or eight bags in his hands, and Luo Yuzhu was also carrying a lot of bags in her hands.

Watches, cups, earrings, brooches, tea, clothes, wine, cigarettes, shoes, etc.

Luo Yuzhu bought all the items that she thought were not worth buying, spending a total of more than 20,000 yuan.

Tang Xiaobao didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He sat down on a stone bench in the square and asked, "How much did it cost?"

"Not much, just a few thousand dollars."

"How much did it cost?"

"More than ten thousand."

"real?"

"Twenty thousand."

"to be honest."

"Twenty-three thousand eight hundred and fifty-two yuan and fifty cents." Luo Yuzhu stuck out her tongue.

Her face flushed, and she added, "Don't talk about me. If you were a billionaire now, the money I spent would be a drop in the bucket for you."

"That's right. To me, it's a drop in the bucket. But to your family, it's a drop in the bucket." Tang Xiaobao was a little unhappy.

What a waste, such a waste.

"How can you waste money like this!"

“You’re still a student.”

"Even if your family is well-off, you can't do this."

sweat.

Tang Xiaobao started nagging.

Luo Yuzhu sat aside with a depressed look on her face. Seeing that Tang Xiaobao finally stopped talking, she said weakly, "Brother Tang, I don't spend much money normally. Besides, you saved my life, so my family won't say anything no matter how much money I spend. When I came here this time, my parents told me to visit your house and gave me money to buy some gifts. They also told me not to save money. Oh, and this money is all my New Year's money, which I saved up normally."

"Stop talking. There are two choices. You can choose one yourself." Tang Xiaobao said firmly.

"What do you mean?" Luo Yuzhu was completely confused.

Tang Xiaobao said, "Either I give you the money and take you home tomorrow, or you take the gift back to Chengdu tomorrow."

Luo Yuzhu's eyes turned red, and she pouted and said, "Brother, you are cheating."

Oh my god, I’m calling you brother.

"I'm your foster sister, please don't bully me like this, or I'll tell my uncle and aunt."

"Brother, please don't do this to me."

Luo Yuzhu hugged Tang Xiaobao's arm again and used the same trick again.

Yes, she was just pretending to be pitiful. Her eyes were red and tearful, and she looked so pitiful no matter how you looked at her.

Tang Xiaobao sighed and said, "Well, let's do this. I'll give you 20,000 yuan. The remaining few thousand yuan is a token of your appreciation. If you can't figure it out, just think of it as a small red envelope from me. You're my godsister, so this is what I should do."

Seeing that Luo Yuzhu was still trying to act like a spoiled child, Tang Xiaobao quickly said, "Don't argue with me anymore, or I'll really get angry."

"All right."

Luo Yuzhu agreed reluctantly.

Tang Xiaobao immediately asked for Luo Yuzhu's account number and transferred 20,000 yuan to her.

"OK, done." Tang Xiaobao put his phone in his pocket. Seeing Luo Yuzhu looking unhappy, he smiled and said, "Okay, let's go. I'll take you around there and then go back to the hotel."

Luo Yuzhu said "oh" and followed behind.

It was already past ten o'clock in the evening, but there were still many people in the square, some were dancing, and some were setting up stalls.

When Luo Yuzhu saw the street stalls, she became excited like a little girl, looking around. Tang Xiaobao could only follow behind her.

They came to another stall. Luo Yuzhu looked at a pile of old books on the ground and flipped through them with great interest. Tang Xiaobao had to squat down.

The stall owner was a fat man with his head buried in his chest. He was holding a huge book in his hand with his entire face buried in it.

"Boss, how much is this book?" Luo Yuzhu asked after picking out a book.

The fat man said vaguely, "Ten dollars," without even looking up.

Tang Xiaobao felt that the voice was particularly familiar and couldn't help but look up.

Huh?

The face is covered, but this fat guy looks familiar.

"Hey, boss, how much is this book?" Tang Xiaobao picked up a book and asked.

The fat man still kept his head down and said vaguely, "Ten yuan."

"Hey, Fatty, you don't even check what the book is before you give such a random price?" Tang Xiaobao suddenly laughed.

The fat man still didn't look up: "All books are ten yuan."

Luo Yuzhu was surprised and said, "No way, this book is also ten yuan?"

She picked up a thick set of hardcover Song Dynasty poems, four volumes in total, packed together.

"That set is forty." The fat man's voice was a little strange, and he glanced at it with his eyes slanted.

After saying that, he lowered his head again.

From beginning to end, Tang Xiaobao and the others were not allowed to see his appearance clearly.

But Tang Xiaobao put his things down, walked over, slapped the fat man's book away, and looked at him with a grin: "Hey, Fatty, you are doing this on purpose, aren't you? Are you pretending not to know me?"

Oh my god, this fat guy is Tang Xiaobao’s deskmate in high school, Xiang Wang.

Back in school, Xiang Wang could be said to be Tang Xiaobao's only same-sex friend.

At that time, Tang Xiaobao's family was poor, and the fat man would help Tang Xiaobao from time to time. The total amount of money he spent on Tang Xiaobao was probably at least eight hundred yuan.

Of course, he never asked Tang Xiaobao for it, and the latter had no money to give him.

There was no other way. Xiang Wang's family still had some money. His parents were both businessmen and they opened a decoration and building materials company in the county town.

In last year's college entrance examination, Fatty seemed to have been admitted to a third-rate fake university, but Tang Xiaobao didn't know whether he went to school in the end. Fatty's cell phone number had been changed. Tang Xiaobao called him several times in Yanjing, but failed to get through. Tang Xiaobao had always missed this brother and didn't want to meet him at this time.

Tang Bubao was naturally very happy.

But Xiang Wang blushed and said awkwardly, "It's Mr. Tang."

Tang Xiaobao was stunned and asked unhappily, "What did you call me?"

"Mr. Tang."

"Fuck you, are we still brothers? You still have to call me Brother Bao." Tang Xiaobao scratched the fat man's head with his hands, making it look like a chicken coop.

The fat man was very touched. He coughed and said, "Please don't be like this. There are beautiful women here. You are destroying my glorious image."

"Get lost, you're such a jerk!" Tang Xiaobao cursed. "Hey, why are you still setting up a stall? Why didn't you go to university?"

"What's so good about studying in a third-rate fake university?" said the fat man.

"Then you should continue to be a rich second-generation. I know that your family's decoration and building materials company has always been doing a booming business. You wouldn't come here to sell books, right?" Tang Xiaobao was a little confused.

The fat man rolled his eyes: "I have nothing to do, what's wrong with practicing the stall?"

"Practicing with the stall?" Tang Xiaobao asked.

The fat man's eyes flickered and he said, "That's right, let's practice setting up a stall."

Tang Xiaobao frowned slightly.

The two have been classmates since the first year of high school and have sat at the same desk for three years. They know each other too well. It is obvious that the fat guy has something on his mind.

There must be something hidden from me.

Tang Xiaobao thought to himself.

Luo Yuzhu also came over and asked curiously: "Brother Tang, is he your friend?"