The tycoon's wicked wife from the era of literature has been reborn.

Chapter 44 The Little Black Bodyguard
It was still early, and everything was already sold out.

Gao Qingmiao tidied up the stall, while Gao Qinghe sat on a small stool and wrote down the purchase order in her notebook.

She decided to go and buy another batch of goods before International Women's Day.

Take silk scarves and lipsticks, and some pretty paper bags and small plastic bags, and sell them as sets.

You can also stock up on leggings and make a quick profit before other sellers find a source of supply.

We're not planning to stock cotton socks anymore; there are competitors in the market.

There's still a little stocking left; I'll sell it slowly over the next couple of days.

However, I haven't seen any stores selling bodysuits or stockings on the pedestrian street.

I brought two pairs over today to test the waters. They were eight yuan each, and you couldn't even try them on, but they still sold.

People asked about it back then, but unfortunately, I didn't bring the remaining three.

Therefore, we also need to increase our stock of bodysuits.

We sold sixty pairs of leggings in the last two days, and also sold out the hundred pairs of cotton socks we bought.

Half of the scarves and lipsticks were sold, and a third of the small accessories and stockings were sold.

I counted the cash I had on hand, and I actually had 1600 yuan!
Tell Gao Qingmiao quietly that young people have poor self-control and tend to jump up suddenly.

Hongjie, who was eating lunch with her rice bowl next to her, asked with a smile:

What's making you so happy?

Gao Qingmiao isn't stupid; telling others about this would only make them envious.

He scratched his head and gave a sheepish smile, saying, "My sister said we're closing up early today, so she'll take me to the department store later."

Sister Hong chuckled, saying that despite his tall and strong appearance, he still had the heart of a child.

After finishing the stall, Gao Qinghe also wrote out the purchase order and handed it to Gao Qingmiao.

The two went straight to the train ticket agency and bought a train ticket for 3 pm the next day from the neighboring county to the provincial capital.

Gao Qinghe asked her younger brother, "Are you scared to go alone this time?"

Gao Qingmiao was a little flustered, as he had to carry 1,500 yuan in cash to the provincial capital by himself.

One thousand five hundred! He'd never held that much money in his hands before.

But how can a real man back down in front of a woman?
He patted his chest confidently, "Don't worry, sis, you've already guided me through this before, I'll definitely complete the mission perfectly!"

Gao Qinghe patted him on the shoulder with satisfaction and told him what unexpected situations might occur on the road and how to deal with them if they did.

"You'll have a lot of luggage on the way back. Once you've bought your ticket, call the village store and tell me your return time. I'll pick you up at the neighboring county train station in advance."

"We'll stay at the same hotel we stayed at last time. It's a good place and safe. We can't skimp on these things when we're traveling."

Gao Qinghe talked on and on, and Gao Qingmiao, who wasn't nervous at first, became more and more uncertain as she talked.

The two entered the station and boarded the bus back to the village. Gao Qingmiao quickly shut up her older sister's incessant chatter.

"I understand, sis. I can't remember all of this at once."

Gao Qinghe gave him a cold look. "If you can't remember it with your brain, why don't you write it down in a notebook?!"

Gao Qingmiao: "."

He obediently took out his accounting book, turned to the last page, and wrote down the notes.

Gao Qinghe's piercing gaze finally disappeared.

When they got home safely, the family was shocked to find that the bags the siblings were carrying were empty.

"Are these products selling so well?"

Gao Qingmiao nodded: "They sell incredibly well. As soon as we finish work at noon, all the female workers from the factories in the county town rush over, and the leggings are all sold out in just a few minutes."

The fact that a pair of pants costing twenty yuan could be sold out in just one noon was clearly beyond Huang Ying and the others' comprehension.

Gao Chongyi remarked with emotion, "It seems that people's living standards have improved a lot in the past ten years."

"Then the little stock you have left won't last for more than a few days."

“Yes, that’s right.” Gao Qingmiao said proudly, “Tomorrow my older sister and I will go to the city together. At noon, I will go to the provincial capital to buy another batch of goods.”

Huang Ying and her husband exchanged a glance. Were their two children being too reckless?

But this era seems to require boldness; those with courage have become millionaires.

There's no such thing as getting all the benefits without taking any risks. Anyway, seeing that the siblings seemed to have a plan in mind, the couple didn't say anything.

They were busy with school and the fields, so they couldn't take care of their children's business and let them do what they wanted.

With the support of her family and encouragement from her sister, Gao Qingmiao was even more motivated.

The old trick: sew all the cash onto your body overnight and keep it close to your skin so that even a thief can't steal it.

The next day, Gao Qinghe took only twenty pairs of leggings and half of her stockings, scarves, and small accessories into the city.

She needs to keep some stock for when Gao Qingmiao returns.

Meanwhile, they will first promote the lipstick and scarf gift set event for International Women's Day.

There was only one person there, so Gao Qinghe waited until 3 p.m. before packing up and leaving to avoid missing the bus back to the village.

Everything went smoothly on the first day.

The next day, because there were suddenly many more people visiting in the afternoon, I missed the shuttle bus.

When she packed up her stall, the frizzy little black dog, who was squatting in the alley behind her, would occasionally peek out to check on her.

When Gao Qinghe finished packing her bag and was about to catch a ride, Xiao Hei immediately came out and followed her at a distance, all the way to the county town exit.

She waited for a passing car, and it sat motionless in the roadside bushes about ten meters away, watching.

Its pointed ears stood up, and it immediately arched its back at the slightest sound.

Upon seeing that it was a passerby or a bicycle, it would sit back down, just like a dutiful bodyguard.

Gao Qinghe smiled.

A man and a dog, one quietly guarding, the other secretly laughing and pretending not to notice.

Fortunately, Gao Qinghe waited for half an hour before successfully catching a ride.

It was a coal truck going to deliver coal to town.

The little blue car only has two seats in total. The driver occupies one, and there is one seat left.

There wasn't enough room for several people.

The delivery driver was quite young. Gao Qinghe glanced at him several times and felt that he looked somewhat familiar.

But she was certain she had never seen this person before.

The driver could feel her gaze, but he didn't dare to turn his head to look at her, and his face slowly turned red.

Gao Qinghe had some green tangerines in her bag. She peeled one, discarding the flesh and only holding the peel to her nose to sniff.

"Master, would you like some oranges?"

She held the peeled orange segments out to where he could reach them.

This section of the road is relatively straight, otherwise I wouldn't have dared to bother the driver.

"Oh, okay, thank you."

The driver glanced at her quickly before looking back at the road ahead.

The driver seemed a little embarrassed, noticing that her hand was still raised.
"You can leave it here for now, I'll eat it later."

Gao Qinghe noticed a storage compartment on the center armrest box with an empty water glass inside, so she put the peeled orange inside.

Gao Qinghe had to focus all her attention on dealing with motion sickness, and the rest of the journey was uneventful.

The truck stopped briefly at the town's intersection, and Gao Qinghe was about to get off.

The driver told her not to rush and to wait a moment.

He then poked his head out and waved to the coal shop by the roadside, asking them to guide him to unload the coal.

After unloading all the coal, the empty truck continued its journey to Shanghe Village.

Gao Qinghe tentatively asked, "Master, are you going home?"

The driver gave an awkward "hmm" and said, "I take this road every evening to deliver a truckload of coal, and then go home on the way."

Now that the conversation has started, she should immediately ask him if he could give her a ride sometime in the future.

As a result, Gao Qinghe didn't want to say a word because she was carsick.

Having understood the situation, he nodded and fell silent.

(End of this chapter)