Xia Mo avoided Yang Zimei, and after talking on the phone with Luo Yingjin, her whole face turned red, her eyes were rippling, and her face was full of spring.
"Whose phone number is it?"
Yang Zimei pretended not to know what to ask.
"Well, a friend."
Xia Mo avoided her gaze and pretended to speak calmly.
However, her eyes had long betrayed her excitement.
Yang Zimei sighed secretly.
Everyone has their destiny and God's will, which is beyond her control.
I just hope she can be stronger in this unusual love journey.
Because of Luo Yingjin's call, Xia Mo talked more and his expression became lively.
The two went to the market to buy barbecue forks and bargained with the vendors.
Seeing Yang Zimei's bargaining skills, Xia Mo was really surprised, "I thought you were a person who doesn't like the fireworks of the world, but it turned out that you bargained harder than me, and you were very professional."
"Haha, miss, you are from a rich family, not me. I am the daughter of a poor farmer. How can I not learn how to bargain?"
Yang Zimei smiled.
In her previous life, she was so poor that she wished she could split it in half and use it in half. When shopping, she tried to get the cheapest price. Her level of bargaining was beyond the reach of ordinary people.
In this life, she is no longer short of money, so she usually doesn't bargain much, but that doesn't mean she doesn't understand, it's something deeply ingrained in her blood.
The barbecue fork was purchased with class fees, so naturally she had to worry about it again.
"Blow it, blow it hard. There is nothing wrong with being the daughter of a poor peasant. The problem is that you are destined to be rich as soon as you are born."
Xia Mo rolled her eyes several times.
"I'm not a rich man."
"Okay, I am a rich man and you are a rich man."
Yang Zimei was about to talk to Xia Mo when he suddenly saw a familiar woman holding a broken bowl. She kept pretending to be mysterious to passers-by and said, "This is an antique. I have it at home."
Many antiques were bought for 100 million yuan, do you want to see them?"
A passer-by glanced coldly and shouted, "Madman, are you paranoid?"
"I'm not going to lie to you. The plate that used to feed the cats in my house turned out to be a very valuable antique. I also dug this one out of the ground. It's very valuable. I'll give it to you cheaper, just 100,000 yuan."
The woman pulled the passerby's clothes and said.
"I'll give you one hundred thousand hell coins!"
The passers-by impatiently shook her off and left.
Yang Zimei remembered who the woman was.
It was the aunt who gave herself the antique Guan Zhong copper plate, but later regretted it and said she was a liar and wanted the thing back.
Didn’t she make 100 million selling those plates?
Why are you dressed in such rags today, looking so downcast, and using a broken bowl to defraud people out of money here in the market?
Judging from her face, the omen is that all her money is gone.
It turned out that she was so simple and honest, accepting her fate and serving her sick husband dutifully. Because of 100 million, her life and thoughts had changed a lot, and her life was even worse than before.
Some people cannot bear the unexpected fortune, and if they insist on accepting it, they will only be played by God in the end.
However, this has nothing to do with Yang Zimei, and she doesn't want to cause any more trouble.
However, the aunt still recognized her at a glance, and her eyes that were ashen as before immediately lit up like a lamp with sufficient wattage.