Following the old lady's directions, Song Qingqing arrived at the back door of the Kong family's house and saw a young man of about seventeen or eighteen years old carrying cardboard boxes containing popsicles that he was going to deliver to someone.
As Song Qingqing looked at it, she felt like it looked familiar!
She took two steps forward, and only when the other person looked up did she realize what was going on.
Isn't this the male classmate from the second year of high school (1) next to her who is often bullied?
She had seen him several times in the corridor, but each time he was either bruised and battered or had difficulty moving around.
I just never knew his name.
"Your name is Kong Rong, right? Thank you for saving me earlier." Seeing that the other person was staring at her blankly, Song Qingqing had no choice but to speak first to express her gratitude.
To show her sincerity, she even planned to treat them to a meal.
"Um, do you have time at noon? I'd like to treat you to a meal." Actually, Song Qingqing would have preferred to express her gratitude directly with money.
But she wasn't sure if the young man in front of her would accept it, so she could only bring up the matter of inviting him to dinner first.
Upon hearing this, Kong Rong hurriedly waved his hand, "No...no need."
He rarely speaks to people, and gets nervous whenever he does.
"Since you don't have time, I'll give you a hundred yuan as a treat." When the other party refused, she had no choice but to take the money out of her pocket and stuff it into the other party's shirt pocket without saying a word.
Upon seeing this, Kong Rong was terrified. He had never even touched a hundred yuan in his entire life. He hurriedly took out the money and returned it to Song Qingqing.
But there's no reason to take back what Song has given away so easily.
She stepped back several times, refusing to let the other party return it to her.
"Really...really, it's not necessary. Just now...I was just doing it on a whim." Kong Rong's face flushed red with anxiety as she reached out her hand to her.
Song Qingqing took two steps back, her face resolute, "If you hadn't pulled me back, I would have been disfigured even if I didn't die."
You saved my life; I'll protect you at school from now on.
After saying that, she turned to leave, but then she heard Kong Rong shout behind her, "Go...go to No. 8 Shizi Street."
Song Qingqing was taken aback by what she heard. She stopped and turned around in confusion, only to see Kong Rong suddenly give her a toothy smile.
"..." Number 8, Crossroads? What does he mean by that?
With doubts in her heart, Song Qingqing rode her bicycle to No. 8 Shizi Street. Only after entering the door did she understand the meaning of Kong Rong's words.
It turns out this is the fourth cold drink wholesale store in Zhongtang County. It just opened recently, and even the people who set up the stalls didn't know about it.
That's not the most important thing. The most important thing is that because it's a newly opened store, the other party's prices are surprisingly cheap. For example, a popsicle only costs 2 cents.
It was less than half the number of the Confucius family's.
Even cheaper, artificially colored popsicles cost only one cent each.
Having obtained these prices, Song Qingqing was not in a hurry to take delivery, but instead went to inquire at two other stores.
The final conclusion is that the store at Shizijie is indeed the cheapest popsicle wholesale store in Zhongtang County so far.
With the result in hand, she felt much relieved.
In the afternoon, she went to a scrap metal recycling station to inquire about the purchase price of sandals and beer bottles.
As it turned out, all the stores had the same price.
When she got home, she roughly calculated the price difference between popsicles and sandals and found that exchanging popsicles for sandals was a very profitable business.
The cost is very low, but the price of the sandals I received has increased several times over.
She was starting to consider it.
When I got back to the shop, it was 4 p.m., and by then, all the vendors had come out.
Zhang Xiaoyan's father hadn't been released from the police station yet, and came alone to visit Song Qingqing.
Seeing that her business wasn't doing well, he hesitated for a long time before finally saying, "Qingqing, why don't you follow in my dad's footsteps and sell clothes? You can't make money selling water these days."
Zhang Xiaoyan's words truly touched Song Qingqing.
She made her work with her dad selling clothes, which is basically letting her steal her family's business!
She was deeply moved, but she couldn't do that.
She seized the opportunity because others wouldn't open a shop here for another ten years; she just wanted to earn her first pot of gold.
But Zhang Xiaoyan asked her to take over the business that supported her family right now, and she couldn't do it.
"Little Swallow, thank you. But no need, I've thought of another way to make money." Song Qingqing looked at Zhang Xiaoyan with deep emotion.
Hearing this, Zhang Xiaoyan felt inexplicably relieved and asked what the solution was.
When she learned that her best friend wanted to ride her bicycle to the countryside to sell popsicles, she immediately became worried. "I'm not trying to be mean, but Qingqing, with your looks, is it really safe for you to go to the countryside?"
Song Qingqing is the school beauty of the county's No. 1 High School; she is famous for her good looks.
Will she really be safe selling popsicles in the countryside?
"It's okay, I'll take good care of myself." Song Qingqing had a certain understanding of her own abilities.
She usually takes two or three, and she's confident she can handle it.
Too many and it becomes difficult to manage.
So just in case, she still needs to practice the few moves she learned as a punching bag in her previous life.
"You still need to be careful; your face is too conspicuous," Zhang Xiaoyan said with a worried expression.
"I'll be careful." Song Qingqing enjoyed the feeling of being cared for.
The two then chatted about school, and then Zhang Xiaoyan went home alone.
Song Qingqing wasn't in a hurry to go back. Instead, she sorted out some snacks she had bought last time, planning to sell them in the countryside the next day.
By the time she finished, the sky outside was filled with stars.
I closed the shop door and got on my bicycle.
As soon as she put her foot down, she noticed that the entire bicycle was glowing, and she felt like a fairy riding a colorful deer down to earth in the darkness.
It's so beautiful! This bicycle design is absolutely brilliant.
It doesn't emit light during the day, but at night...
As soon as she steps on it, the other party can emit a colorful light, illuminating everything within three meters of her.
Song Qingqing was stunned by the bicycle beneath her. She never imagined that the bicycle would be so beautiful and dazzling at night.
She wanted to stop and observe more closely why the bicycle was glowing, but as soon as she stopped, the light stopped.
Left with no other choice, she could only ride and observe, becoming quite engrossed in her observations.
As a result, she missed the opportunity to notice something was wrong immediately.
By the time she realized it, the handlebars of her bicycle had already been firmly grabbed.
The car lights went out instantly, plunging the world into darkness.
At this moment, only the crescent moon overhead remained bright and white.
"Hey! This bicycle is really nice, it even lights up! I've got my eye on it, you better get off here." The one who said this was a strange man with a face full of fat.
As soon as he said this, another man walked up from behind him. This was none other than Zhao San, who had been beaten in the balls by Song Qingqing last time. "You brat, I told you last time that you wouldn't have a good life if you offended the Zhao family brothers."
Look, these are all my brothers, and they are all much more capable than me.
They can beat you to a pulp with just a flick of their wrist.
Those who know what's good for them immediately run over and obediently apologize to me.
Otherwise, don't blame us brothers for being impolite.
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