Rebirth 77: From Beachcombing to Becoming a Tycoon and Spoiling My Wife

The next day.

Yang Bai got up very early, stood in front of the cabinet, took out his suit and put it on.

Zhang Ning tied his tie herself, her slender hands tightening the knot.

"Yang Bai, don't be shy when you meet the commissioner."

Yang Bai laughed and said, "I wasn't nervous when I met the Party Secretary of the Prefectural Committee last time. Don't worry, your husband won't let you down."

Zhang Ning straightened Yang Bai's collar.

"I'm not afraid of losing face, I'm afraid of being gossiped about."

Su Wanqiu carried the dishes over from the stove.

"After we drop Qiaoqiao off, we'll go see you too. We'll cheer you on."

"Okay, let's see how I do in a bit."

Yang Bai put on brand new socks and leather shoes, stood in front of the mirror, applied hair gel to his hair, and combed it into the most fashionable slicked-back hairstyle at the time.

Zhang Ning looked up and saw Yang Bai dressed in a well-tailored suit with his hair slicked back. Sunlight streamed down his face.

His light tan skin made the fabric of his clothes look even more crisp, his thin lips had clean and sharp lines, and his eyes were clear and sharp. He looked like a noble young man slowly walking out of a top-notch banquet.

She had never seen him like this before, and a burning desire arose in her heart for no reason. Just imagining being held in his arms made her heart pound wildly, and her gaze was fixed on him, momentarily lost in thought.

Yang Bai sprayed some expensive men's cologne on himself, turned his head and saw Zhang Ning staring blankly at his face, and asked.

"Ningning, is there something on my face?"

His voice was magnetic, and although Zhang Ning had heard it for a long time, this time it stirred her heart wildly.

She immediately turned her face away and shook her head, saying, "No, it's nothing. You look great dressed like this."

Su Wanqiu laughed and said, "She's just in heat. Never mind her, let's go."

Zhang Ning trembled slightly upon hearing the word "spring fever," and shyly punched Su Wanqiu's back lightly.

"Stop talking."

Yang Bai was a little confused, so he sat down, picked up his bowl, and started eating.

To avoid getting her suit dirty, Su Wanqiu specifically cooked low-oil dishes, mostly steamed seafood.

Su Wanqiu looked at Yang Bai, who was wearing a suit but sitting in a poor family's low house, and smiled faintly.

"Ningning, as expected, clothes make the man, don't you think?"

The blush on Zhang Ning's face had faded considerably, and she nodded.

"Yes, after Yang Bai put on a suit, it felt like he shouldn't be living here, but rather in the high-rise buildings of Beijing."

At this moment, Yang Qiaoqiao woke up and her eyes lit up when she saw her father looking different.

"Wow, Dad looks so cool."

She ran up to Yang Bai, smelled the fragrance on him, and her previously languid body immediately perked up.

"Dad smells nice too, like a summer mint scent. I love my dad like that."

Just as Yang Qiaoqiao was about to hug Yang Bai, Su Wanqiu immediately stopped her.

"Qiaoqiao, Daddy has something very important to do today, and I can't get my clothes dirty. Can I hug you when I get back?"

Yang Qiaoqiao looked a little regretful, but she was very sensible and didn't cry or make a fuss. She nodded.

"Dad, I'm waiting for you to come back."

Yang Bai pinched Qiaoqiao's cheek and kissed her.

"Daddy will come home early tonight so you can hug him as much as you want. Goodbye."

Yang Bai walked into the courtyard, got on his motorcycle and headed to the dock. His attire attracted a lot of attention as he rode along the country road.

The girls in the village, in particular, had never seen such a fashionable look before, and their eyes practically sparkled with admiration.

Yang Bai smiled slightly, captivating several girls in the village. He scratched his slicked-back hair, then rode off on his motorcycle.

Having grown accustomed to Yang Bai's casual attire, this outfit caused the girls to start whispering among themselves.

"Who is this person? He's dressed even more stylishly than the Party Secretary."

"Judging from the motorcycle he's riding, it looks like a Yang Bai."

"He's dressed like a foreigner."

"My heart is pounding so fast. Yang Bai is dressed the most stylishly in the whole county. Even foreigners aren't always this fashionable."

"These two leather shoes are worth more than a month's wages for me."

......

When Yang Bai drove up to Yang Jun's house, he stopped and called out.

"Xiao Jun, get up and go to the dock."

He turned around and realized that many women were following him.

When they saw Yang Bai stop, they all surrounded him.

"Yang Bai, how much did this outfit cost? When are you going to buy some for my old man?"

Yang Bai shook his head, touching the suit he was wearing, and said, "You can't buy this. Wanqiu made it herself without a sewing machine. If any of you need your pants altered or clothes made in the future, you can ask Wanqiu to do it."

Hearing that it was Su Wanqiu who made it, the young girl felt a little jealous.

But I really admire her for having such good skills.

The older aunties and grandmas nodded in agreement, keeping this in mind, as the New Year is just around the corner and they'll inevitably need to buy new clothes for their families.

Yang Bai's family also has a sewing machine, which makes the sewing even more exquisite than hand-sewing.

They also heard that the price was much lower than that of the commune.

They were worried that their skills weren't good enough, but now it seems they're even better than those in the commune.

Yang Jun came out of the door at this moment. He was wearing a khaki short-sleeved shirt with ripped details and black trousers. He walked with his head up.

This was the most expensive outfit he had picked out in the county town before, and it cost him ten yuan, which used up all his cloth coupons.

With this outfit, he probably wouldn't even need to stand next to Brother Yang Bai.

He saw a large group of women standing in front of the door and smiled slightly.

"My good looks can't be hidden, there are so many women as soon as I stepped out."

"It's time to pick one from among them and get married."

He stood in front of them and called out.

"Line up and introduce yourselves one by one. I'm Yang's most promising underling. When I become successful, I'll make sure you all live a good life."

All the women turned around when Yang Jun shouted at them, and they all looked at Yang Jun with a bit of disgust.

A woman who was as fat as a pig glanced at him and said.

"Yang Jun, you'll always need to pee if you don't have a mirror, right? Who came to see you? We came to see Yang Bai; he's dressed much more stylishly than you."

Although Yang Jun has become increasingly wealthy in the village, he is poorly educated, lacks romance, and looks as rugged as a gorilla.

Not many girls in the village were interested in him.

They would rather date a poor intellectual than him.

Yang Jun was heartbroken by what he said until he saw Yang Bai leaning against the motorcycle.

He was wearing a suit, had his hair slicked back, and wore shiny leather shoes.

Then I looked at my own clothes: a ten-yuan short-sleeved shirt and long pants, and even my shoes were cloth shoes.

It was clean, but compared to Brother Yang, it was like heaven and earth.

"Brother Yang, you're dressed so fashionably! You're even more eye-catching than Secretary Wei."

"Hurry up and get on the bus, let's get there as soon as possible."

Yang Bai greeted him.

Yang Jun hopped on Yang Bai's motorcycle and got on.

Yang Bai started the car and drove away.

Yang Jun rubbed his hands against Yang Bai's trousers a couple of times, then gently touched Yang Bai's suit.

Her eyes were filled with envy, not only for having such nice clothes, but also for Yang Bai being pursued by so many women.

"Brother Yang, the clothes my ex-sister-in-law makes are really nice. When I have fabric ration coupons, I'll have her make me a set too."