What? You're a notorious bandit? What a coincidence, me too!

The girl's name is Lin Shengnan, and she is the daughter of my third uncle.

Lin Chang'an was puzzled. In his memory, this girl was still in high school, so why was she wearing the Second Machinery Factory's uniform?

What's going on?

He looked completely bewildered, kicked Li Jun again, let go of him, and chased after him.

Li Jun got up and tried to chase Lin Chang'an, but was held down by the other workers.

Outside the workshop.

"Nannan!" Lin Chang'an called to the girl from behind.

But Lin Shengnan seemed not to hear, and instead quickened her pace.

This girl!

Lin Chang'an kept shaking his head. In his past life, this girl was always like this when she saw him, looking down on him and with a fierce look in her eyes.

He was puzzled, as he had never provoked the other party.

He got on his motorcycle and chased after her to stop her.

What are you doing here?

Lin Chang'an looked at Lin Shengnan's work clothes and asked, "Shouldn't you be in school? Why are you working at the Second Machinery Factory?"

Lin Shengnan rolled her eyes at him, a mocking smile playing on her lips. Without saying a word, she turned and continued walking forward, not intending to pay him any attention.

"Wait a minute!"

Lin Chang'an propped up his motorcycle and quickly caught up with him. "Say something! What's wrong with you? Why aren't you in school? Why are you working here?"

He pressed him several times before Lin Shengnan finally stopped.

Just then, the two of them arrived at a quiet alley corner, where there were hardly any people around.

Lin Shengnan whirled around, her eyes flashing with murderous intent, her tone sharp and sarcastic as if laced with poison: "Go to school? What's the point of me going to school?"

Lin Chang'an was taken aback by her expression: "What do you mean?"

"This is pointless!" Lin Shengnan shoved him aside, her eyes slightly moist.

Lin Chang'an could tell that the girl had been wronged, and said, "Tell me, what exactly happened? Your cousin will back you up!"

"You'll back me up?"

Lin Shengnan glanced at the other person, her face frosty, "Alright, I'm not worthy."

Lin Chang'an looked at the other person speechlessly and asked several more times.

The girl finally stopped again, glaring fiercely at Lin Chang'an, making him feel uneasy.

She took a deep breath and lowered her voice, "You have the nerve to ask me why I work here? It's all thanks to you, Lin Chang'an!"

Lin Shengnan's voice was tinged with suppressed anger: "I know I'm not a good student. I failed the college entrance exam twice, but this year I was only 3 points short. I was planning to retake the exam for another year, but your third uncle won't let me."

He said that girls go to school and eventually get married, so there's no need for him to invest in me anymore; it's better for her to start earning money sooner.

She paused, staring intently at Lin Chang'an, and said, word by word, "He doesn't want me to go to school, but he spends money on you. If you get into trouble, he'll pay for it for you."

If you get married, he'll use the money I spent on school to support you and won't let me study anymore!

Lin Chang'an, if you want to be a gangster, go ahead and do it. You might as well die in the underworld, but don't bother our family again!

Upon hearing Lin Shengnan's words, Lin Chang'an was struck dumb, frozen in place.

In his past life, he was a good-for-nothing, and his third uncle would help him out from time to time.

He always accepted the money without ever thinking about where it came from or the situation of his third uncle's family.

He never imagined that he would unintentionally commit such a terrible sin!

No wonder Lin Shengnan never gave him a good look in her past life; it turns out that's why.

At the time, he thought the girl had a problem with her personality and was unreasonable, but now he realizes that he was the one with the most problems.

Looking at the girl's icy face, he felt embarrassed and guilty, and opened his mouth: "Nannan, I'm sorry... I didn't know it was like this."

"Oh! Someone like you actually knows how to apologize?"

Lin Shengnan sneered, "But what's the use of saying sorry? What's the use of saying sorry!" As she spoke, she cried, feeling very wronged.

"Do you still want to go to school? If you still want to go to university, don't worry about anything else. I'll take care of the money; I'll cover all the expenses."

Lin Chang'an spoke earnestly, but Lin Shengnan seemed to have heard a huge joke, her eyes filled with distrust.

"You? Lin Chang'an, don't talk big. Everyone knows you're a good-for-nothing scoundrel who can't even support yourself, yet you want to help me with my tuition? Do you even have the ability?"

After saying that, she didn't look at Lin Chang'an again, turned around with a cold face and walked into the depths of the alley, quickly disappearing from sight.

Lin Chang'an stood there, watching the girl's disappearing figure, his heart heavy.

Lin Shengnan's words were harsh, but he wasn't angry at all, after all, she was family.

Keeping this matter to himself, Lin Chang'an turned around and went to find the Li brothers.

These two seemingly tough guys were completely deflated after he beat them up.

However, the watch his father left behind was indeed lost because that idiot Li Zheng threw it away.

So, under Lin Chang'an's guidance and the workshop director's mediation, Li Zheng "willingly" paid 200 yuan to settle the matter.

Then Lin Chang'an whistled, got on his motorcycle, and rode away.

He had promised Fang Qingzhu yesterday that he would look at wedding dresses this afternoon, but it was still early, so he needed to go to "Anban Street" first to buy Fang Qingzhu a new cell phone.

Anban Street is a well-known wholesale market for mobile phones and digital products in Haicheng, where all kinds of electronic and digital products are sold.

Most mobile phones on the market now are counterfeit phones from Huaqiangdong, which are cheap and have flashy designs.

Of course, there are also branded phones, which are of much better quality than counterfeit phones, but they are also more expensive.

Lin Chang'an walked to a mobile phone counter and told the middle-aged proprietress that he wanted to choose a mobile phone for women.

The proprietress worked quickly and efficiently, soon taking out a compact, stylishly colored brand-name phone from the counter and handing it to Lin Chang'an: "This one is perfect for young girls; it's lightweight, attractive, and of reliable quality."

Lin Chang'an took the phone and looked through it. The phone functions of this period were certainly not as many as the smartphones of his previous life, but the styles and designs were very diverse.

After looking at several, he chose one and bought it.

After paying, he didn't rush to leave. He leaned against the counter and chatted with the proprietress with a smile.

When he was young, he looked harmless, tall and handsome, and he knew how to charm girls, especially middle-aged women.

"Sis, has anyone ever told you that you look like a movie star? You know, Gong Li! You have such a grand and dignified air about you, you look so stylish!"

The proprietress smiled, her eyes crinkling: "Not at all, you're too good at talking, young man. If you hadn't paid yet, I would have thought you were going to haggle."

"No way, sis, the price you offered is already very reasonable." Lin Chang'an smiled as well.

He flattered the woman a few more times, making her laugh so hard she was doubled over, her breasts jiggling.

"Oh, right, little brother, there's something I'd like to ask you about. Don't think I'm bothering you."

The proprietress, pleased with the flirting, waved her hand and said, "No trouble at all, just tell me."

Half an hour later, Lin Chang'an and the proprietress exchanged phone numbers and left the market.

He wanted to open a mobile phone store, so naturally he had to ask someone in the industry first. Although the other person might not be telling the truth, he got a general idea of ​​the industry rules.

It turns out there are quite a few intricacies and twists involved here.

He was processing what the landlady had told him. Carrying his phone bag, he had just gotten on his motorcycle and left Anban Street when he heard someone shout behind him, "Thief! Stop him!"