The petite wife of the era, the rough man's husband spoils

Chapter 66

"Then tell me, if things get serious and the police come, what shall we say?"

Gao Mei took it for granted: "Let's just say that they see people as inferior."

"... For this kind of reason, do you think people will take care of you? Everyone is poor and lower-middle class. When people ask you what it means to be inferior to others, what do you have to prove that the old man at the thrift store is of a different class from us? Then if he is ok , and you, do you have a problem?"

"Brother! Why have you been to the educated youth spot several times, people are not right! What are you talking about?"

Gao Cheng's family was also anxious when they saw that their sister really ignored them.

My sister has been lucky since she was a child. If anyone makes her unhappy, that person will definitely be unlucky the next day and the third day.

"Okay, I didn't say I won't help you."

Gao Mei looked at him from the corner of her eye, the corners of her mouth raised, obviously hearing what she wanted to hear.

Seeing that his sister was happy, Gao Chengjia let out a long breath. "It's just that we don't care about it. You can wait. I'll think of a way."

Gao Mei was coaxed by her brother to visit the supply and marketing agency, but she also found that the things she wanted to buy had just been bought, and her face turned red with anger.

Inside the second-hand goods store, Tan Mianmian asked Mr. Fang if he hadn't had a physical conflict with him.

"No, if they really hit me, I'll lie down on the ground, and I'm definitely not the one who cried bitterly in the end."

What Mr. Fang didn't say was that he had three sons and two daughters, all four of whom died for the country, not to mention that people would believe anything they said on the street, even if they made trouble in the city or province, no one would dare to say anything about themselves without any basis.

Thinking of his own children, the corners of old man Fang's eyes were wet. He didn't want this girl to see his fragility, so old man Fang rubbed his eyes on purpose: "Really, I just cleaned it, why is it gathering dust again?"

Tan Mianmian is not that sensitive to people's emotions. She didn't notice Mr. Fang's fragility for a moment. She only asked Mr. Fang to scrub his shoulders, and she put a plaster on him.

"Because you are not young anymore, and some hidden injuries are irreversible. What I can do is to let you live comfortably without pain or itching, at least with the help of assistance."

"Well, I know, it's not that Bian Que and Hua Tuo are still alive, but how many people are really comfortable until the end."

"Old man, you are very thorough." Tan Mianmian was talking to people while pressing his shoulders, giving him needles, and applying ointment. Soon, forty minutes passed.

After the ointment went on, the old man only felt a warm current in his shoulders, and it was not stiff anymore, and it was very smooth when he moved.

"Not bad!" Old Man Fang commented.

To his satisfaction, the final result is that Tan Mianmian has an additional purchase channel from then on.

The old man seemed to believe in her character very much, not only opened a room of high-quality second-hand goods for Tan Mianmian to pick at will, but also said: Anyway, it’s free money for me. I don’t need to earn money when I’m in a good mood. Just accept it at the price of two cents per catty.

Tan Mianmian knew that there was a lot of water in it.

A relatively heavy wooden stool may cost as much as a dozen small items. There is too much room to maneuver and there is no risk. Tan Mianmian can buy it without any pressure if he has a piece of broken wood.

Tan Mianmian is also a good person, so he doesn't charge the old man for plasters.

The old man seemed to be competing with her. After seeing Tan Mianmian bought some necessities, he gave away a very beautiful tea set and a set of tableware for free.

Even the cotton that Tan Mianmian asked casually can solve it.

"You Nier, you don't have any life experience at all. Cotton is something that people throw away and either burn it or put it in their own pockets. Even if it is delivered, it is the dirty one in the hospital. How dare you use it?" It doesn't look like the master who will use those stained cotton.

(End of this chapter)