"The leader said he had mental problems, and said that after this busy period is over, he would ask his superiors to let Jiang Ting go to a psychologist for treatment."
"I thought so. It turns out he is really ill. He needs treatment. His illness is more serious than ours. He must be treated."
It’s a headache just thinking about a whole family of sick people.
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Lin Yuyao and Ye Xiaotong were buying clothes at a nearby market. When they had finished their purchase and were about to leave, they unexpectedly met Fang Qing and Wang Chenchen who were also buying clothes.
Fang Qing was happy when she saw the two of them holding large and small bags.
"Didn't you marry a rich man and become his wife? Oh, how much does a table cost? You put on such a big show, is it just to look good in front of others? In your daily life, aren't you just like us, buying cheap clothes from the big market?"
Lin Yuyao looked down at the expensive windbreaker she was wearing, and then remembered the high-end imitation they had seen at Pan Xiaohua's stall. She smiled and said, "Yes, but my coat is not cheap either. You still can't afford it."
Yes, Pan Xiaohua still stays here to make a living, but she no longer works for others.
She now runs a street stall business, selling high-end imitations of famous brands from somewhere, and her business is pretty good.
Thinking that although the Pan family had many top-notch people, Pan Xiaohua was a nice person, he decided to introduce her to a sucker.
On the other hand, Fang Qing felt unhappy when she saw Lin Yuyao's arrogant look, thinking that with several thousand dollars in her hand, how could she not be able to buy a piece of clothing?
"Where did you buy it?"
Lin Yuyao kindly pointed.
Fang Qing followed her line of sight and saw the windbreaker she was wearing, hanging in the most conspicuous position like the treasure of the store.
I thought it shouldn’t be cheap.
But so what? As long as it’s not hung in the mall, isn’t it just street merchandise?
Fang Qing took her son and walked towards the stall.
Ye Xiaotong whispered: "Yuyao, your clothes are not..."
"Shh, never mind, they look the same anyway."
Ye Xiaotong understood that they were trying to trick her into buying fake goods.
"Do you have anything else to buy?"
"Let's buy some more socks."
"That's great. I'll buy a few pairs too."
Things like socks can be bought from street stalls.
The two of them bought a few pairs of socks each and left together.
On the other side, Fang Qing set her eyes on the same clothes as Lin Yuyao's.
"Boss, how much is this?"
"This one, wow, sister, you have a really good taste. You picked out the best one in our store at a glance."
Fang Qing smiled and was very pleased with the compliment.
"How much?"
"Oh, the things are good, but they are not cheap. This one costs fifty dollars."
"Fifty?" Fang Qing exclaimed. She thought it was too expensive. It would cost her half a month's salary.
"Can this be a little less? This is too expensive."
"Sister, I know it's not cheap. This is a famous brand. It's good stuff. Look at it, touch it, and compare it with the clothes next to it. It's different."
Aren’t they just clothes? Apart from being prettier, she couldn't tell what was different.
Pan Xiaohua took out the sign again and showed it to her.
"If you want to hang this in the mall, it would cost more than a hundred dollars, and I have it here. This is a high-end product, sister. I dare say that I am the only one in the whole place who can get this product."
Compared with the genuine product, that brand has the same effect as Sprite and Rapese, but Fang Qing doesn't understand.
I just heard her bragging that she got the clothes through a special channel and that it was the only one in the market and no one else had it.
Although it’s expensive, it sells very well and she sells many pieces a day.
Times are different now. Clothes not only keep you warm, but are also a symbol of status.
Pan Xiaohua boasted a lot, and then took it off and put it on Fang Qing.
Then came another round of flattery.
"Oh, sister, you are dressed like the young lady from Hong Kong, noble and beautiful, at least several years younger."
Fang Qing was so happy that her heart blossomed.
At this moment, Fang Qing had only one thought in her mind: what Lin Yuyao had, she also wanted.
“Are there other colors?”
She felt that it was not a good idea to choose the same color as Lin Yuyao.
She hoped to have the same style as Lin Yuyao, but with a better color.
Pan Xiaohua immediately said, "Yes, there is one in bright red, which looks festive and beautiful when worn."
"show me."
"Okay, wait a moment."
Pan Xiaohua quickly found a red coat.
As soon as Fang Qing put it on, Pan Xiaohua started to flatter her again.
"Oh, sister, this color makes you look younger. How can you say you are the mother of this child? I would believe you if you said you are the sister of this little brother."
Fang Qing thought so too and said happily, "Put it up for me."
"No, just wear it. It looks so nice."
"Okay, then pack up the old clothes."
"Okay."
Snap, the tag was cut off and it was too late to regret.
But Fang Qing still paid the money happily.
What's wrong with fifty?
Although it is only enough for her half a month's salary, her man earns much more, two hundred a month, and it will increase by the end of the year.
And there will be extra bonuses at the end of the year, so she can afford it.
She bought herself a fifty-dollar one, and a ten-dollar one for her son. After choosing for a long time, she bought a five-dollar one for Wang Cuilan.
When she was almost home, she looked down at her clothes and became more concerned.
He ran to the alley to change his clothes, put the new clothes into the bag, and whispered to Wang Chenchen, "Chenchen, go back first and open the window of our room for me."
"Why?"
"Don't let them know that I bought this new dress. If they ask, just say that you only bought yours and grandma's."
"good."
Fang Qing taught Wang Chenchen how to do it, and then went around to the back of the house from another alley.
Wang Chenchen ran back, stuffed Wang Cuilan's clothes into Wang Cuilan's arms, and went into the house with his own new clothes.
Wang Cuilan shouted, "Chenchen, what are you doing?"
Wang Chenchen said, "Grandma, this is the new dress my mom bought for you. I'm going to try it on."
After saying that, he closed the door and opened the window in the room.
"What about your mother?"
"In the back."
Fang Qing was right under the window, but her room was half a floor high, originally it was converted from a staircase, so people inside the room couldn't reach it, and people outside the room were not that tall either.
Fang Qing threw it hard and it fell back. She threw it three times in a row before finally throwing it in.
"Chenchen." She called softly, "Chenchen, I threw it in, help mommy put it away."
Wang Cuilan’s eyesight is not good, but her ears have become very sensitive.
She grabbed Lu Cong and said, "Old man, behind Fang Qing's house."
Lu Cong: "What is she doing behind the house?"
"I don't know. I heard her voice. Go into the room and see what Chenchen is doing."
"OK."
The door was closed but not locked, and Lu Cong opened it with just a push.
I happened to run into Wang Chenchen hiding clothes.
Lu Cong's expression suddenly changed, "Chenchen, what are you doing?"
"I...I didn't help mom hide the clothes."
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