Chapter 157 Chapter 157 Father's Favoritism 6
Zhao Hongwei walked along the main road and soon an idea came to him. He clearly asked several passers-by about the local wholesale market.
Zhuozhuo was still swaying her head, watching the excitement unfold, with no sense of urgency at all. 9972 couldn't help but remind her, "Baby, you can't just talk about making money; you have to take action."
Zhuozhuo was very confused: "To make money, you have to talk."
9972 remained silent as he recalled Zhuozhuo's two recent money-making experiences. Her sweet talk had indeed played an irreplaceable role. After all, Xiaofang said that the village sales agency hadn't shortchanged anyone a penny since it opened. And remembering that the match between Zhuozhuo and Zhao Hongwei hadn't been wagered, and that winning or losing didn't matter, 9972 felt no longer worried.
The nearest wholesale market was in the heart of downtown. Just around the corner, towering buildings and eye-catching signs appeared. Zhuozhuo twisted and turned in Zhao Hongwei's arms when he suddenly heard 9972 sigh, "Qihua Clothing Wholesale Market, where Long Aotian's journey began."
9972 suddenly gnashed his teeth and said, "Baby, Zhao Hongwei has to buy you whatever you like. If you don't spend his money, none of it will go to you!"
All given to that prodigal son Zhao Dabao!
Zhao Hongwei is the villain of the original novel, but the true antagonist against the protagonists is Zhao Dabao. Raised in pampered care, this scoundrel has become a lawless, drunkard, uneducated, and a bully. After falling for the heroine, he attempts to seize her by force, only to be dealt with by the protagonists. Not only is he crippled in three legs and infamous, but the power behind him is also eradicated.
Zhao Hongwei was the one who was pulled out.
As an old feudal chauvinist who favors boys over girls, Zhao Hongwei in the original novel never had children in his life. He became more and more fond of Zhao Dabao, hoping that Zhao Dabao would break the pot for him after his death. So he cleaned up Zhao Dabao's messes and wiped his butt like an old nanny, which made him more and more reckless until he killed himself.
9972 had originally been just a bystander, commenting that it was his due, but now, seeing Zhuozhuo suffering so much with Zhao Hongwei, he began to feel indignant. If this bastard dared to give all his earnings to Zhao Hongqi's family, he would immediately take Zhuozhuo away and not suffer this!
Zhuozhuo didn't know about these complicated things, so he said softly, "Tongtong, you're a little fierce."
It's not that it's mean to her, but its tone is a little bit aggressive.
9972 said kindly: "Then I'll speak gently. Is the baby frightened?"
Zhuozhuo giggled, "No, they're all cute. Zhuozhuo likes them all."
[Wuwuwu...Baby, I'll keep a close eye on Zhao Hongwei for you!]
Zhuozhuo tilted her head, a string of questions forming in her mind. Why was Tongjie suddenly so hostile to Zhao Hongwei? But Zhuozhuo quickly forgot about it, as the stench of the wholesale market sent her sneezing furiously. She leaned tearfully against Zhao Hongwei's shoulder, her dying breath a pitiful sight.
Zhao Hongwei frowned and looked at Zhuozhuo. After hesitating for a moment, he turned around and left the wholesale market.
9972 was stunned and murmured: "Is Zhao Hongwei going to give up this place?"
It’s not that the mission target didn’t change for Zhuozhuo, but Zhao Hongwei didn’t seem to have any feelings for him.
However, Zhao Hongwei at this time did not know that this was the turning point of his destiny and the starting point of his rise. Under the premise that there were other wholesale markets as alternatives and in such a miserable situation with tears on his face, it was not impossible for Zhao Hongwei to leave here.
From this perspective, Zhao Hongwei still has a bit of conscience.
Just as I was mentally prepared, I saw Zhao Hongwei buying a mask in the department store.
9972 thought nonsensically, he actually knew about masks! What would he spend the money on?
Zhao Hongwei put the mask on Zhuozhuo's face.
The mask was too big and covered her entire face and half of her head.
Zhao Hongwei sighed, borrowed a pair of scissors, and cut off a large piece from each side of the mask. He then tied the two ear loops together, gesturing on Zhuozhuo's face as he worked. The finished product was surprisingly a perfect fit, neither too big nor too small, neither too long nor too short, perfectly covering Zhuozhuo's mouth and nose without scratching her eyes.
Zhuozhuo felt hot and touched the mask to tear it off, but Zhao Hongwei held his hand and stopped him. He then strode towards the Qihua Clothing Wholesale Market like a hungry dog running towards a bone.
9972 was so angry that he laughed, Zhao Hongwei, you have such a skillful pair of hands... You deserve to die!
Zhao Hongwei returned to the wholesale market and purchased a batch of light clothes and scarves based on his own aesthetics and judgment. He then adapted to the situation and used his scorching sneeze to expand his claim that the clothes must have contained bad additives, and he bargained desperately for lower prices.
Boss: "This is the lowest price. Even if you buy 10,000 pieces, it will still be this price. No less."
Zhao Hongwei: "My daughter is already in this state, and you still want me to go somewhere else?"
Boss: "Go ahead, I can't do this business."
Zhao Hongwei: "Boss, what are you talking about? We're open for business, and you're kicking customers out?"
Boss: "If you really want to buy..."
After several rounds of negotiation and compromise, the transaction price was reached.
9972 sneered. It sounded like they were going to assassinate Zhao Hongwei that night.
Zhao Hongwei, having spent nearly all his money, walked out of the wholesale market, Zhuozhuo in one arm and a large bag in the other, looking quite high-spirited. As the sky darkened, several food carts lined the streets, their rich, greasy aroma carried by the evening breeze, wafting into passersby's noses, overbearing and obnoxious.
Zhuozhuo had been leaning listlessly on Zhao Hongwei's shoulder, pulling at her mask. But when she smelled the aroma, she immediately swallowed, her stomach rumbling. She threw the mask at Zhao Hongwei's face and said softly and angrily, "Zhuozhuo is hungry."
"Dad is hungry too."
Zhao Hongwei answered casually, glanced at the price list on the snack cart, and walked past without looking around.
Just as two cars passed by, Zhuozhuo, who had been putting up with Zhao Hongwei for a long time, grabbed his ear and deliberately shouted into his ear in a shrill voice: "Zhao Hongwei, Zhuozhuo is hungry! Eat! Eat! Eat, eat! --!!!"
The little girl hadn't had a proper meal since entering this little world. The only good thing she'd had was a bowl of malted milk and a can of yellow peaches given to her by the policewoman at the county police station. These few things weren't enough to soothe the child's stomach, but they only whetted her suppressed appetite.
Zhuozhuo stared at Zhao Hongwei, her physical and mental needs repeatedly unmet, leaving her unable to remain quiet and docile. No matter how Zhao Hongwei tried to coax her, Zhuozhuo's eyes reddened and tears fell, looking heartbroken and resolute.
Zhao Hongwei was shocked by Zhuozhuo's sudden emotional outburst. He originally wanted to tear off a piece of pot cake to block her mouth, but he inexplicably felt that if he continued to perfunctorily deal with it this time, the father-daughter relationship between him and Zhuozhuo would be completely severed.
cut.
"Which one do you want to eat?"
Zhao Hongwei turned around, allowing Zhuozhuo to take in all the nearby food carts. He didn't think Zhuozhuo would have lived a comfortable life with Wu Jingqiu. It was just that a child who had just lost their mother and was living with a father they had never met was bound to be sensitive and fragile, requiring more attention and pampering from adults.
Once he gets familiar with her, he will definitely not indulge Zhuozhuo like this anymore!
Thinking this way, Zhao Hongwei tacitly agreed to let Zhuozhuo order a large rice dumpling and a rice noodle roll, and then he quietly stopped him, "Don't order anymore, we don't have enough money."
Zhuozhuo looked back at Zhao Hongwei, his big, tearful eyes filled with suspicion and distrust. He said in a baby voice, "Really?"
"Really, more real than real gold."
Zhao Hongwei said sincerely, "Zhuozhuo, I am really poor."
Although he hadn't married and did odd jobs from time to time, he was always extravagant and never saved any money. Now that he said he didn't have enough money, he wasn't kidding; he really only had enough money for a train ticket.
9972 knew exactly how much money Zhao Hongwei had left in his pocket, and was worried that Zhao Hongwei might run away without paying with Zhuozhuo. He patiently explained to Zhuozhuo, "Baby, one zongzi is enough to fill you up. It's hot out now, and if you buy too many, they'll go bad."
Zhuozhuo was not a person who loved to spend money, so she stopped immediately after being persuaded. Then she stretched out her small, fleshy hand to Zhao Hongwei and said in a baby voice, "Give me the money."
Zhao Hongwei thought Zhuozhuo was just trying to imitate an adult by paying, as he had done before when he took Zhao Dabao shopping. So he took out two coins and a bill and gave them to Zhuozhuo, saying, "Don't drop them."
Zhuozhuo held on tightly and kicked her legs to ask Zhao Hongwei to put her down, but as soon as her feet touched the ground, Zhao Hongwei grabbed her hand again, as if he was afraid that she would get lost.
She looked at him but didn't shake him off. She leaned against the food cart with her short legs, tiptoed to reveal her little head, and smiled widely in the smoke. She said sweetly, "Auntie, I want this meat and that rice noodle roll. I want two. How much less will you give me?"
Zhao Hongwei: “…”
She is so skilled. I seriously doubt she is the first one to bargain.
The aunt selling rice dumplings was stunned for a moment before she realized who was talking. She hated bargaining, but Zhuozhuo was so cute when he was pretending to be nice. The aunt couldn't help but smile, "Of course, the rice noodle rolls are not from our family."
Zhuozhuo was shocked. She looked at the rice dumpling cart and then at the rice noodle roll cart. After a lot of hesitation and difficult choices, she quickly came up with a new idea. "Auntie, I want two meat dumplings. How much is it?"
The white woven lights on the car illuminated Zhuozhuo's eyes, sparkling with anticipation, making it hard to refuse her request. Auntie looked at Zhuozhuo and Zhao Hongwei's clothes and said with a smile, "If your dad is willing to buy it for you, I'll give you 20 cents off."
Zhuozhuo immediately said, "Buy it! Zhuozhuo has money!"
She raised her little hand to show the money in her palm to the aunt, and her little mouth kept chattering, saying that she loved the aunt so much and that the aunt's flesh was so fragrant, strong and beautiful.
Zongzi (rice dumplings) cost 20 cents more than rice noodle rolls. Zhuozhuo didn't have enough money to buy two, but the auntie agreed to give her 20 cents less, which was just enough. Zhao Hongwei thought that being sweet-talking could actually make him a meal, but then he saw the auntie pull two dimes from her apron pocket and give them to Zhuozhuo, saying that this was change.
He immediately said, "Wrong."
The aunt signaled Zhao Hongwei to shut up with her eyes. She looked at Zhuozhuo lovingly and said, "What a great kid! He knows how to bargain at such a young age. He speaks so clearly."
Zhuozhuo carefully took the coin, shook his head happily, and said childishly, "Hello, Auntie, talk to Zhuozhuo. Some people can't see Zhuozhuo or hear what he says."
The two adults were stunned. The "some people" Zhuozhuo was referring to were probably adults who were impatient to communicate with children and simply didn't treat them as equals, with their own thoughts, emotions, and feelings. They were like that sometimes, casually brushing things off or even pretending not to see them, but they never expected the children to know everything.
The smile in her eyes deepened. The aunt skillfully scooped out the rice dumplings and asked, "Baby, do you want to eat here or take away?"
Zhuozhuo held up a finger and said seriously, "One to eat here, one to take away. Thank you, Auntie."
The aunt opened a zongzi, put it in a disposable box and gave it to Zhuozhuo, and gave the other one directly to Zhao Hongwei.
Zhuozhuo took a look and said nothing. She stared at the steaming white and brown rice dumplings, surprised and surprised, not knowing where to start. After hesitating for a moment, she lowered her head and took a bite. Her eyes lit up instantly: "What a nice smell! So delicious!"
Zhao Hongwei smiled, the pain in his heart slightly relieved. He pinched the rice grains stuck on Zhuozhuo's cheek and stuffed them into her mouth, shaking her little hand. "Let's go. I'll hold you and eat slowly."
Zhuozhuo shook his head, "No."
"I'll hold you, and it won't delay your eating."
Zhuozhuo looked up at Zhao Hongwei and said, "Zhuozhuo wants to eat here so that everyone can see."
Zhao Hongwei: “?”
Zhuozhuo: "Other people don't know what meat looks like, or how delicious it is. But once they see Zhuozhu eating it, they'll know and buy it. Auntie will make a lot of money."
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