Upon hearing this, Ying Rongrong felt a jolt run through her body.
Good heavens, if she hadn't already seen the real person and confirmed that it was a real person, she probably would have been just as suspicious as Gao Hongfei.
She glanced warily at the closed door of Gao Hongfei's office, then leaned closer to Gao Yang and whispered, "You absolutely mustn't let your dad know about this, you know? He'll really go crazy."
Gao Yang nodded hurriedly.
Having seen his father's previous behavior, how could he dare to do that?
On her way home, Ying Rongrong thought about what Gao Yang had mentioned to her, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt that there was something strangely sinister about it.
Unable to put her mind at ease, she took out her phone from her bag and dialed a number she hadn't made in a long time.
"Hello? Is this Lao Yu? This is Ying Rongrong. I wanted to ask you something. Are there still people living in the mountains around here?"
"Can you find the people from that area in your household registration system?"
"Could you please help me look up someone?"
"Her surname is Xing, Xing with open ears..."
Zhaohong Square.
After Gao Yang left, Xing Zhaozhao saw that it was still early, so she strolled around the nearby streets, thinking about what else she could buy to take back with her.
Besides stockpiling what she needed for her own consumption, she also kept an eye on whether she could take this opportunity to save some more money for her three younger children, since Liu Gouzi brought Wang Xiaofa to her house to steal and got in touch with Fei Ge.
It's a pity that while there are many good things here, a lot of them aren't convenient to take back. The fifty-year time difference is quite significant, and it's easy to give away the truth. Grains, oils, rice, and flour are the most suitable—they're unassuming. With the New Year approaching, we can also prepare some candies and pastries to take back; we just need to repackage them.
Xing Zhaozhao thought to herself, "I should go to the supermarket again."
As I walked along the pedestrian street, I could see the vendor who had been selling thermal underwear standing tall behind his stall, holding a megaphone and jumping around while shouting: "Our Lanyuan, our Lanyuan, the oldest textile factory, Lanyuan Textile Factory has gone bankrupt! That bastard boss gambled and drank, racked up 350 million yuan in debt, and ran away with his mistress! We have no choice but to use bed sheets as payment for our wages! Bed sheets that originally cost over 100, 200, or 300 yuan, all for 30 yuan! All for 30 yuan!"
Many people walked past his stall with smiles on their faces, but not many stayed to buy anything.
Xing Zhaozhao walked over and asked, "Didn't you used to sell thermal underwear? Why are you selling bed sheets now?"
The vendor recognized Xing Zhaozhao; she had bought four sets of thermal underwear from him before. "It's you, ma'am. I'll just sell whatever I have. I have no other choice but to make a living."
Xing Zhaozhao nodded sympathetically: "It's really not easy for the factory to go bankrupt."
Vendor: "..."
Is this woman serious?
Xing Zhaozhao flipped through the bed sheets on his stall, her eyes lighting up: "These are thirty yuan a piece?"
Seeing her interest, the vendor immediately began to enthusiastically introduce the design to her: "That's right, that's right, look at this pattern, how bright and vibrant it is! It's auspicious and prosperous, with phoenixes and peonies. These are the best-selling patterns from our old Lanyuan Textile Factory in the 1960s, 70s, and 80s. They're auspicious and festive. Don't be fooled by its old-fashioned look and lack of modern style; many people still like retro designs, and quite a few people still buy them. Plus, they're high quality and durable. Just one of these can last for three generations without any problem."
Xing Zhaozhao chuckled.
Passing it down for three generations is a bit of an exaggeration, but the bed sheets produced by their old Lanyuan Textile Factory are indeed of good quality. Unfortunately, due to the shortage of supplies, many people want to buy them but can't.
Xing Zhaozhao touched the bed sheet in her hand, her eyes shining brightly.
"I want to buy a lot, can you give me a discount?" she asked the vendor.
"How many do you want?" the vendor asked.
Xing Zhaozhao touched the money in her pocket: "Give me a hundred first."
"One hundred?" The vendor's eyes lit up: "Okay, I'll give you a discount of five yuan per piece."
After saying that, he enthusiastically introduced to Xing Zhaozhao, "Sister, do you need anything else? Look, I also have duvet covers and pillowcases here, would you like some?"
Xing Zhaozhao was thrilled with the blue and white checkered and red and white checkered quilt covers that the vendor had brought out.
It's a shame to make this material into a duvet cover; it would be so beautiful to make it into clothes.
"Can this kind of fabric be sold separately?" she asked the vendor.
As long as there's business to be done, nothing is impossible.
"Of course," the vendor nodded. "How many do you want, ma'am?"
Xing Zhaozhao couldn't help but touch the money in her pocket again, and hesitated for a moment: "I don't need it today. Let me take these hundred bed sheets back first and see how they sell them, then we'll talk about it."
Although the vendor was a little disappointed, he nodded happily, thinking that his business should be able to continue for a long time: "That's fine too."
Then I started packing the sheets for her: "Sis, what pattern and color do you want for these sheets?"
"I want a little bit of everything, every pattern and color," Xing Zhaozhao said.
"OK."
As the vendor spoke, he quickly prepared all one hundred bed sheets she wanted and even gave her two extra nylon bags to carry them.
Looking at the two beautiful, sturdy, and spacious nylon suits, Xing Zhaozhao felt that this trip was good and she had made a profit.
After receiving the money, the vendor looked at the two tightly packed nylon bags, then at Xing Zhaozhao's small stature, and said with some concern, "Sister, how about I borrow a car for you?"
"No need." Xing Zhaozhao said, picking up the two nylon bags with one hand, throwing them over her shoulder, and turning to leave.
The vendor watched in astonishment.
No wonder she's his sister.
On the way back, unsurprisingly, we ran into those same old men again.
I was originally going to ask her about her relationship with CEO Gao, but when I saw the two big bags she was carrying on her shoulders, I instantly forgot all about gossip.
What did you go buy this time?
“Bed sheets,” Xing Zhaozhao said.
"So many of them?" The old men were astonished. "Why are you buying so many?"
“Take them back to the mountains to sell. They don’t come out often,” Xing Zhaozhao said casually. “The main thing is that we found some cheap goods this time. The old textile factory went bankrupt, and the boss ran away with his sister-in-law. It’s a clearance sale. It’s a rare opportunity.”
"What the hell?" An old man suddenly stood up, his face full of anger. "Which bastard is spreading rumors? The old textile factory is doing just fine, yet he's slandering the boss for running away with his sister-in-law. I'm going to find him."
"Xiao Xing, where did you buy these?" he asked Xing Zhaozhao.
Xing Zhaozhao was still a little confused, so she pointed in a direction.
The old man immediately stormed off in a huff.
"What's going on?" Xing Zhaozhao asked.
"Old Xu was the former factory director of the old textile factory, and the current boss is his son." Grandpa Song looked at Xing Zhaozhao, somewhat speechless, and said.
Xing Zhaozhao: "..."
Xing Zhaozhao was stunned for a moment before she realized, "So, I... I was tricked?"
"Not really, it's just a catchy rhyme to grab attention."
Xing Zhaozhao: "..."
People these days really know how to have fun.
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