Lu Lu didn't say hello, she just nodded at Village Chief Yu without even a smile.
If it weren't for the fact that she has always had a bad temper and is notorious in the village...
Otherwise, Village Chief Yu would probably beat her up.
"Where is your third brother?" He realized that he hadn't seen Lu Kong during his two visits to Lu Xin's house.
"I don't know, he's never home." Lu Lu only answered one sentence before quickly running into the house.
Village Chief Yu's eyes were disgusting.
It's obvious she's interested in me.
No wonder everyone in the village calls him an old pervert.
Seeing that there were no more beautiful women to see, Village Chief Yu walked away with a smile.
Lu Lu has a decent figure, especially her breasts.
She's the same age as her mother, she must have a lot of fun playing with her.
——
He Guoqiang was also eyeing Lu Sen's pastry shop.
Since being rejected by the Lu family for marriage half a month ago, He Guoqiang felt that his face had been humiliated by the Lu family.
It made him lose face for over forty years.
People in the village laughed at him, and his business partners in the county town also laughed at him.
Some people believe that he took advantage of the situation.
He even felt that his daughter was not good enough for Lu Jingxing.
This pent-up anger was stuck in his chest, unable to go up or down, causing him to suffer from insomnia for the past two weeks.
Because of Lu Jingxing's rejection, his daughter Juanzi lost her appetite for half a month and became very thin.
Because he was angry, He Guoqiang was initially unaware that Lu Sen had opened a pastry shop.
On the first afternoon of Lu Sen's opening, the "free tasting" and "buy one get one free" promotions spread like wildfire, reaching every corner of the county.
The most outrageous one was a so-called top-grade pastry that cost fifty yuan a piece.
He's been in business for ten years, and this is the first time he's ever heard of pastries being so expensive, not just by the pound or a large box.
It's a small piece, not a whole piece.
When the shop opened at nine o'clock the next day, He Guoqiang was startled to see a crowd of people standing in front of the dim sum shop.
The next second, I felt that these so-called guests were shills.
Otherwise, no one would be foolish enough to buy a top-grade pastry worth fifty yuan.
He Guoqiang stood not far away and waited for three hours in order to find the answer.
From the moment the pastry shop opens until it closes, he counts the number of customers while pulling passersby aside to ask about the pastry business.
"Excuse me, do you charge for the pastries?" Since they're shills, they obviously don't need to pay and can even take the money with them.
"Isn't that obvious? Even if it's buy one get one free, it still costs money! There's no such thing as a free lunch."
The older woman thought the man who grabbed her was mentally unstable to ask such a question.
And it seems they wanted to freeload.
"You're dressed so neatly, you're not the kind of person who's greedy and can't afford to eat. Humph! If you dare to harass Wanwan's pastry shop and prevent me from buying their pastries, I'll call the police and have them arrest you."
The woman slapped He Guoqiang's arm with such force that he cried out in surprise.
"Oh, I'm not—"
He doesn't look like someone who can't afford to eat.
He Guoqiang did not give up and continued to stop people passing by him.
This person happened to be carrying several pastries.
"Hello, did you buy your pastries from Wanwan Pastry Shop? Could you sell me one?"
He figured the male customer must be rich to have bought three or four pastries.
"No way! These are four portions of pastries that I went through a lot of trouble to buy, and they're only high-grade pastries. You can't even buy the premium grade."
"Sell me one, and I'll give you double the price, okay?" He Guoqiang carefully observed the young man in the suit and found that his acting was quite realistic.
He's just a shill, pretending to buy four pastries. How much can he earn? Maybe four or five hundred a month.
Now he's buying double the amount, and the man in the suit still disagrees?
"I won't sell!"
"Double?"
"Not for sale!"
"three times?"
"Not for sale!"
The man in the suit was furious, thinking that He Guoqiang must be out of his mind to pay three times the price for pastries.
Although Wanwan's pastries are all freshly made, many people like this style and flavor.
But to pay three times the price would be insane.
Even if you offered him ten times the price, he wouldn't sell.
Seeing the man in the suit run away quickly, He Guoqiang chased after him for a couple of steps and then stopped.
Unconvinced, he stopped a third person, a man with glasses.
"Hello, I'd like to ask if the pastries at Wanwan Pastry Shop are really that delicious? I've never tried them, and with so many customers, it seems impossible to buy any."
"Haha! Of course you can't buy them like that. You have to arrive before nine in the morning and line up to buy regular pastries. But premium pastries need to be pre-ordered; not everyone can buy them."
"Is this too much trouble? Could you spare some of the pastries you bought for me? I'll pay three times the price."
He Guoqiang refused to believe he couldn't meet someone who didn't like money.
"Three times the price? Not selling! Even if you offered me ten times the price, I wouldn't sell." The bespectacled man sneered, holding up the two large boxes in his hands.
“This box of mine is full of top-quality pastries. Even if you offered me ten times the price, I wouldn’t sell it.”
"Why? This stuff isn't that valuable." He Guoqiang noticed that everyone who bought pastries from Wanwan Pastry Shop had a look of fascination in their eyes.
"I'm not selling it to you because it's valuable, so don't even think about trying to take advantage of me." The bespectacled man keenly sensed He Guoqiang's unusual behavior and quickly left with a box of top-quality pastries.
As Grandpa Qiu once said, once you get the best pastries, go home quickly and don't talk to strangers to prevent them from stealing your things.
"Who wants to mess with you?" He Guoqiang was so angry that he kicked a small stone on the road, which landed right next to a little boy.
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