Xia Gangtie came again. He had come once last month, but when he found that Xia Baozhu was not there, he did not dare to show off in front of the city people and went back in a sorry state.
He came this time to ask Xia Baozhu to go back to her hometown.
“You’ll have to go through the family again if you remarry,” he shouted as soon as he entered the door and saw Xia Baozhu.
"What remarriage? I don't know anything about it." Xia Baozhu stared at him impatiently, wanting to throw the stick beside her.
"Didn't Wang Baicai write to you? He gave our family two thousand yuan. I've accepted the bride price. You can just marry him directly."
Xia Gangtie had to ask people to find Wang Baicai after a long search.
His wife died several years ago, and he has two children. He doesn't care whether his second wife can have children.
In the past two years, he made a fortune by reselling cultural relics in the area. Many matchmakers came to his door, but he didn't like any of them, claiming that he preferred women who looked like celebrities.
When Xia Gangtie found out, he paid a matchmaker to get Xia Zhaodi's photo.
Wang Baicai was amazed and very satisfied, and immediately agreed.
He also wrote a letter to Xia Baozhu.
"Since you took their money, you should marry them." Xia Baozhu sneered.
"That's not up to you. If you don't want to go home, fine, then just wait and see." Xia Gangtie said and left in a hurry.
Anyway, he completed his task and received the money, so he didn't care about anything else.
"Sister Xia, what should we do?" San Gou was extremely anxious. The thought of Xia Baozhu being married off to a scoundrel by her father made him want to take a knife and kill them.
"Don't worry, I'll make my own decisions. If whatever they say goes, what's the point of the law?" Xia Baozhu wasn't afraid at all.
"If they come, I'll get someone to fight them!" San Gou gripped his knife tightly.
"You've forgotten the lesson you learned last time."
“I haven’t forgotten, so this time…” San Gou’s eyes lit up.
"This time, we'll use a sneaky approach, just enough to prevent them from finding any fault with us." A smile slowly crept onto Xia Baozhu's lips.
Many people still come to Xia Baozhu with questions today.
"I've heard that being a model involves drinking with rich people, is that true?"
“You’ll have to ask the person who said that to you; maybe she was drinking with someone.” Xia Baozhu coldly slammed the bag down on the counter. “One yuan and eighty cents.”
"She said she didn't know, but did you really drink with her?" the clueless young man persisted in asking.
Before Xia Baozhu could lash out, a burly man rushed out from behind, grabbed the hothead, and dragged him away.
Soon, the people queuing inside the store heard a crisp slapping sound coming from outside.
Why don't you ask your mother if she's going to drink with the guests? And ask your father if he's going to drink with the guests?
The sounds of clapping and snapping were pleasant to the ear.
Xia Baozhu smiled and thanked the burly man who came in again, even giving him a free meal.
"No need for a free meal, I just can't stand people like that." The burly man said somewhat shyly, put down the money, picked up the food, and left.
Rumors are annoying, but as long as they aren't said in front of Xia Baozhu, she doesn't care.
Anyway, she's not going to lose a piece of meat, so her shop is still booming and there are still people queuing up outside.
Xia Baozhu was busy from morning till night and received several letters delivered by the postman.
"These people, it would be so much better if they just delivered it to your store within the same city. Instead, you have to spend money to go to the post office," the postman complained.
Xia Baozhu smiled, wondering how she was supposed to respond to that.
Throughout the day, Xia Baozhu noticed that several people seemed particularly excited when they saw her, and perhaps some of the letters she received were written by them.
Xia Baozhu thought she might as well hire another sales clerk so she could focus her energy on the new store and avoid dealing with these people every day.
She hasn't checked out the new shop yet since she got back; it's time to start decorating, and she needs to design it carefully.
With this in mind, Xia Baozhu wrote a job posting and posted it on the wall.
We should have the results by tomorrow.
On her way back, Xia Baozhu ran into the man from the previous night at the alley entrance again. He was still smiling at her.
Xia Baozhu still did not respond.
On the morning of the third day, several job applicants came, but Xia Baozhu was not satisfied because they were not good at math.
In the afternoon, Wang Baicai arrived with seven or eight people and wedding gifts, walking to the shop entrance.
Is Xia Zhaodi here?
Wang Baicai was a dark-skinned, muscular, and fat man, round and greasy all over, with a slicked-back hairstyle, wearing a white shirt, black pants, and black leather shoes, and a red tie around his thick neck.
The buttons of the white shirt were pulled tightly shut, and the gaps between the buttons were stretched open by the large, fat belly, revealing a patch of dark, curly hair near the navel.
Wang Baicai would occasionally pull in his stomach and straighten the strip of fabric with the buttons.
Xia Baozhu hung up a large sign that said the store was temporarily closed and called Wang Baicai into the store.
Wang Baicai took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He first looked at Xia Baozhu's face, which was wearing a mask, and recognized her at a glance as the person he was looking for.
He then quickly looked around the shop and was satisfied with everything except that it was a little small.
He only gave her father two thousand yuan as a bride price because he heard that she owned her own shop.
Xia Baozhu let him look her over as he pleased.
"You are Xia Zhaodi?"
"Yes, that's me."
"Your father promised you to me, you know that, right?"
"I know." Xia Baozhu's agreeable manner put Wang Baicai in a good mood.
"That's good. This shop is small, but it looks alright. Your father is generous too, giving me this shop as part of your dowry." Wang Baicai loosened his tie and breathed a sigh of relief.
Xia Baozhu smiled but remained silent, which Wang Baicai took as her agreement.
"Where is our home?" Wang Baicai asked directly.
He planned to move to the city after marrying Xia Zhaodi. It would be even better if Xia Zhaodi had her own place to live, which would save her the money of buying a house.
"You want to see my house? Okay, come with me."
Xia Baozhu smiled; she didn't even need to say a word, and this person was already walking right into her trap.
"It would be best if you had a house. I gave your father two thousand yuan, which is a dowry that even city people can't afford. You can use the shop and the house as your dowry so that I don't lose money."
Wang Baicai thought it would take some persuasion, since Xia Zhaodi refused to return to her hometown to get married, so he brought people to the city and specially invited a few more people to give gifts.
Although I've already spent two thousand yuan, there are still some formalities I should observe.
They traveled by tractor and bus, and finally managed to find their way here after much searching. The cost of everyone, including food, was quite a lot of money for him.
Once he gets married and acquires the house and shop, all the money he spent and the effort he put in will be recouped.
In addition, Xia Baozhu is so beautiful that even through her mask, it's worth it even if she can't have children.
Xia Baozhu wrapped a scarf around her head, put on a pair of large sunglasses, and left the sullen Jia Hongying to watch the shop while she led Wang Baicai and the others out through the back door.
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