"Fairy Sister, what are you doing here?" Gao Lianzhou asked, leaning closer.
"Buying something?" Xing Zhaozhao said, looking at the vendor, "Do you have the fabric I told you about before in stock?"
"Yes, yes, I'll have someone deliver it right away." The vendor immediately made a phone call.
A short while later, someone arrived on an electric tricycle, delivering the goods.
Xing Zhaozhao flipped through it casually.
There are all kinds of checkered patterns, some with delicate small floral prints, and of course, there are also various solid colors, especially the bright red one with gold trim, which looks very grand.
She liked them both and simply waved her hand, saying, "I'll take them all."
After saying that, he looked at the cotton socks on his stall and asked, "How much are these socks? If I buy a lot, can you give me a discount?"
When Xing Zhaozhao came out of the pedestrian street, she was carrying two large bags on her shoulders again.
With little money left in her pocket, she went to the supermarket again and bought a little bit of all kinds of grains, oils, rice, noodles, pork, and beef, spending it all.
When she returned to Renmin Road, she was covered with all sorts of things, and everyone who passed by couldn't help but turn around in surprise to look at her.
Gao Lianzhou followed closely beside her, wanting to lend a hand: "Fairy sister, do you want me to help you carry some?"
Xing Zhaozhao turned her head and glanced at his thin arms and legs, looking at him with a hint of disdain.
Gao Lianzhou was displeased: "Don't let my thin appearance fool you, I'm actually quite strong."
Yeah?
Xing Zhaozhao raised an eyebrow slightly.
Since he's already said that...
She first handed over the two buckets of oil she was carrying.
Gao Lianzhou easily lifted it up, looking at Xing Zhaozhao with a smug expression.
Xing Zhaozhao smiled without saying a word, then unloaded the two bags of rice, each weighing 50 jin (25 catties) and totaling 100 jin (50 catties), which were tied together and hanging on his shoulder, and slung them over his shoulder.
Feeling one of her shoulders sink down, Gao Lianzhou, who had just been smiling, couldn't keep up the smile.
It's not over yet.
Xing Zhaozhao bent Gao Lianzhou's arm, which was carrying the oil, and then hung up the bags containing two boxes of milk.
This was the first time Gao Lianzhou had felt the presence of Earth's gravity so clearly; she felt heavy all over, as if she were being pulled downwards.
However, once the words were spoken, he absolutely could not go back on his word now.
He's also concerned about saving face.
He had no choice but to grit his teeth, endure it, and follow Xing Zhaozhao forward.
Xing Zhaozhao smiled and pretended not to see the trouble on his face.
Children who lack self-awareness need to be taught a lesson.
Fortunately, they arrived at their destination not far away.
Three more unfamiliar faces appeared at the group of elderly men. They were all in their seventies or eighties, wearing long coats. Compared to the men Xing Zhaozhao had met before, they all had an air of sophistication that made people hesitant to approach them.
Professor Wu was chatting enthusiastically with them, looking excited, when he turned around and saw Xing Zhaozhao return.
"Hey, Xiao Xing's back." He called out, then noticed Xing Zhaozhao's belongings and exclaimed in surprise, "Why did you buy so much stuff?"
Xing Zhaozhao took off her belongings one by one and put them aside: "These are all for the villagers."
Professor Wu didn't ask any more questions.
Gao Lianzhou arrived, panting heavily, her face flushed with exhaustion. As soon as she stopped, she quickly put down her belongings and began rubbing her arms and legs, saying, "Finally here, I'm exhausted."
He looked up and saw Xing Zhaozhao smiling at him. He immediately straightened his small body, crossed his arms, and put on an act as if he was perfectly fine: "I'm not tired, I'm not tired at all, I can do it again."
Xing Zhaozhao: "..."
This kid still needs to be disciplined.
"Who is this child, Xiao Xing?" Several elderly men looked over curiously.
Judging from his clothes and appearance, it must have cost tens of thousands of yuan; he doesn't seem to be from an ordinary family.
Gao Lianzhou was a very outgoing person, and immediately greeted the old men with a smile: "Hello, gentlemen, my name is Gao Lianzhou."
"Gao?" Upon hearing this familiar surname, the old men's eyes lit up, and they all looked at Xing Zhaozhao inquiringly.
"This is Mr. Gao's nephew," Xing Zhaozhao introduced them.
The elderly men suddenly realized what was happening.
It turns out he's the son of CEO Gao.
He immediately pulled her over and asked her questions, just like he would his own grandchild.
How old are you? Where do you go to school? How are your grades?
Gao Lianzhou looked at her mouth, which was like a small trumpet, and she only said what she could say and didn't reveal a single word about what she couldn't say.
Seeing a few people gathered around examining a seemingly ordinary small wooden box, he curiously joined in: "What are you doing? What is this? It's just a wooden box, what's so interesting about it?"
"Kids, don't get involved." Professor Wu slapped Gao Lianzhou away, then beckoned to Xing Zhaozhao, "Xiao Xing, come here, let me introduce you."
Xing Zhaozhao walked over.
Professor Wu introduced them to her one by one: "This is the internationally renowned physicist and antique connoisseur Mr. Zhou Huaixi, whom I introduced to you before. The gentleman next to him is Professor Li Jian from the Physics Department of Peking University. This one needs no introduction; he's my friend Lao Lu from the auction house."
Mr. Lu was a short, stocky man who looked very kind. Professor Li had a refined and scholarly air about him, clearly someone who had spent a lot of time in academia. As for Mr. Zhou, he was a handsome old man who must have charmed countless girls in his youth. However, he was cold and aloof, and no matter who he looked at, he exuded a sense of distance. In addition, for some reason, Xing Zhaozhao felt that he looked strangely familiar, as if she had seen him before, even though this should have been their first meeting.
Xing Zhaozhao was lost in thought as she stared at Mr. Zhou.
Mr. Zhou noticed Xing Zhaozhao's gaze, and a hint of displeasure quickly appeared on his cold face.
Those around Xing Zhaozhao noticed her unusual behavior and looked over in confusion.
Professor Li chuckled and patted Mr. Zhou on the shoulder: "Huai Xi's charm is as undiminished as ever. Even at his age, he can still charm young girls."
The usually aloof Mr. Zhou rarely showed a hint of helplessness when speaking to Professor Li: "Stop joking around, senior brother."
Xing Zhaozhao quickly came to her senses: "Sorry, I was just spacing out. I felt like I recognized Mr. Zhou, but I couldn't remember where I had seen him before."
Mr. Zhou snorted coldly: "Don't use such outdated tricks."
"Huh?" Xing Zhaozhao didn't understand. "What do you mean?"
Mr. Zhou: "..."
Is she genuinely stupid, or is she pretending?
Gao Lianzhou quickly leaned close to Xing Zhaozhao's ear and whispered something.
Xing Zhaozhao raised an eyebrow.
Is there really such a meaning?
She turned and glared at Gao Lianzhou.
This little brat knows quite a lot.
He then looked at Mr. Zhou again and explained, "Sir, you've misunderstood. I just think you look familiar."
As she spoke, she suddenly realized that although this Mr. Zhou had returned from abroad, he might have been in China when he was young, and she might have met him by chance. He might have been an educated youth from another village.
"Did Mr. Zhou live abroad all his life? Did he stay in China when he was young? Did he even come to Lanyuan?" Xing Zhaozhao asked directly.
Mr. Zhou's already cold face suddenly turned completely black, and he said through gritted teeth, "If I could, I would never want to set foot in this godforsaken place, Lanyuan, in my entire life."
Before the words were even finished, and Xing Zhaozhao was no longer mentioned, the expressions of the surrounding old men all changed.
What do you mean? Lanyuan is their hometown. How can such a beautiful place be called a ghost town in his mouth? I can't stand it.
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