Chen Shanlou took a bag, filled it with a bunch of magazines, put on his helmet, got on his motorcycle, and rode away.

Xia Baozhu quickly closed the door and went back inside to wash her hands and wrists several times.

Sitting at her writing desk, Xia Baozhu couldn't write a single word.

Because of her impulsive actions tonight, she was overpowered by Chen Shanlou and had no chance to fight back, which made her feel very frustrated.

This made her realize that the gap between eras is not a gap between individuals.

Her extensive knowledge is limited to the scenery she has seen; her other insights, such as social experience and interpersonal skills, are only at the level of an average person.

If you're unwilling to compromise or aren't strong enough, you'll only encounter constant setbacks.

If a woman with better communication skills had said a few flattering words to a man like Chen Shanlou and steered the conversation elsewhere, perhaps none of this would have happened.

She's stubborn and doesn't know how to coax people.

The main problem is that they're not strong enough and lack connections.

Xia Baozhu reminded herself once again that she should show weakness when facing stronger opponents.

Xia Baozhu didn't understand male psychology very well, nor did she know what kind of mental illness Chen Shanlou's personality belonged to.

Chen Shanlou can be quite easy to talk to at times, but he can also be extremely tough, making it difficult to figure out what kind of person he really is.

He paid close attention to her affairs but didn't reveal his purpose, leading her to mistakenly believe he was interested in her. However, he quickly switched to a businesslike attitude towards her.

Can you please stop staring at her? She has no privacy at all with Shen Shanlou.

Frustrated, Xia Baozhu crumpled the scribbled paper into a ball and held it in her hand.

What exactly does he want?

If you want to pursue her, just say it openly so she can reject you directly.

If you think she is a suspicious person, then produce evidence.

Unfortunately, this limbo is the most frustrating situation.

Xia Baozhu tore up the crumpled paper in her hand, did a set of yoga exercises, and then prepared to go to sleep.

She suddenly remembered something.

Chen Shanlou asked her where the gun was, but he didn't take it when he left.

Is it because the gun ban has not yet been issued, allowing individuals to possess guns, that he didn't take them, or did he deliberately not take them?

Xia Baozhu was getting annoyed to death by Chen Shanlou's strange and sarcastic behavior.

She even had a vengeful impulse to marry Chen Shanlou and, justifiably, commit domestic violence against him eight hundred times.

A gentleman takes his revenge, even after ten years.

At the same time, Lin Aijun and his brothers talked about their gains and thoughts from setting up their stall today.

Hearing that someone could earn several hundred yuan a month, everyone was excited, though some, like Li Dapao, were both excited and worried.

He felt that Xia Baozhu's offer was already too high, and to do more would be too greedy.

Of course, the main reason was that he was afraid of being beaten.

However, Lin Aijun's subsequent words reassured him, giving him a one-month grace period to perform well and then raise the request again.

Li Dapao's clenched heart relaxed. Tonight, he was dreaming of getting rich while being chased all over the place by evil spirits, experiencing both happiness and pain.

Upon returning to his workplace, Chen Shanlou first called an acquaintance and wrote down Song Yaoyang's name.

He suspects that the man He Fuming was asked to kill last time is Song Yaoyang, who suddenly appeared tonight.

Song Yaoyang exudes a distinct aura: confident and powerful, carrying the unique air of someone who has been through many battles.

In addition, his height, weight, and other physical characteristics made him immediately think of the man being chased.

And his intuition has always been very accurate.

Song Yaoyang must have used a pseudonym when he registered at the hotel, which is why we haven't been able to find any information about him.

Although the bureau received a call telling him not to investigate the matter further, he still wanted to get to the bottom of it.

Song Yaoyang came to Xia Baozhu to invest, which means he's not short of money. So why would he be interested in Xia Baozhu's small shop? Or is it that he's interested in Xia Baozhu herself?

Chen Shanlou, who didn't understand business, didn't realize how valuable a good investment project was. He attributed Song Yaoyang's visit to Xia Baozhu to Song Yaoyang's attraction to the woman.

Thinking of this, Chen Shanlou took out the letter of repentance written by Xia Baozhu and couldn't help but laugh as he read its contents.

Taking out his camera from the drawer, Chen Shanlou took a picture of the letter of repentance.

He had a concern: Xia Baozhu's calligraphy had a very personal style in terms of lines, structure, and composition, as if she had been instructed by a famous teacher.

If she could write like this through self-study, how talented must she be?

Furthermore, her stories are highly readable, and some of them demonstrate excellent professional knowledge.

She claims she learned to write by reading magazines, but that's impossible.

If professional knowledge can be learned through a magazine, then the magazine's readership will decrease.

Xia Baozhu is an extremely ambitious person who strives to improve herself, so it's understandable that she would study hard at night.

Her being too strong-willed is a bad thing; she's like a little wildcat, wasting her beautiful appearance and making her less likable.

Chen Shanlou touched the spot where he had been hit; it must be swollen. He had really hit hard.

She even dared to hire petty thugs to work for her; she's really obsessed with money.

Chen Shanlou opened the locked drawer, took out a kraft paper file bag, opened the bag, and a one-inch photo fell out.

Despite the poor image quality, the woman in the picture is still stunningly beautiful, with a delicate oval face and clear, bright eyes that are both intelligent and captivating. Her beauty is breathtaking and unforgettable.

Chen Shanlou picked up the photo and stared at Xia Baozhu in it. Compared to her stillness, he preferred her to her restrained and angry expressions, which were particularly alluring.

In the following days, Xia Baozhu ordered three more identical food carts, placed them in the yard, and pasted on the same advertising banners, making them look neat and uniform.

The workers building the hut in the southeast corner saw it and asked Xia Baozhu if she still needed to hire someone. It was her nephew who hadn't had a suitable job since he dropped out of school.

Xia Baozhu nodded in agreement and told him to let his nephew come and give it a try.

These past few days, Zheng Zhenhao has been working from morning till night. It's alright now with other people helping out, but once they all go out to set up their own stalls, he'll have to make even more braised meat and it will be more tiring. So it would be good to hire another person.

The young man named Hua Wenxing arrived quickly. He was about 1.78 meters tall, wearing trendy jeans, bell-bottoms, and leather shoes. He had long, flowing hair, one hand in his pocket, and his leg was shaking slightly.

"Boss, this is my nephew. He's very smart and learns things very quickly."

Old Wang, who was building the house, was pulling Hua Wenxing's arm, and it was obvious that Hua Wenxing had been dragged there by force.

However, his nephew didn't give him any face at all, and immediately said, "Uncle, the job you introduced me to is just a cook? That's so dirty, I'm not doing it."

Hua Wenxing looked around the fried chicken shop's kitchen with disdain.

"Old Wang, since he doesn't like this line of work, let's find him another job."

Xia Baozhu wasn't particularly impressed with this kind of energetic young man.

This seemingly ordinary remark infuriated Hua Wenxing.

"Who are you looking down on with those words?" He tilted his head and spat out a mouthful of phlegm, making Xia Baozhu take a step back in disgust.