Chapter 189 - 107: Jiang Wanyi’s Age Anxiety

Chapter 189: Chapter 107: Jiang Wanyi’s Age Anxiety

"Your driving instructor’s assessment of you was spot on. It’s like the rules of human society really can’t hold you back."

Uncle Zhang couldn’t help but chuckle, then turned and said sternly:

"Miss, driving is no joke. You can’t drive without a license, and you can’t drive after drinking. These are rules that must be followed."

"I know, Uncle Zhang. But I still don’t want to pay the stall fee."

Song Jianye looked at Chen Yuan. "Should we take a gamble?"

"I never realized before, but you’re actually quite daring."

"Isn’t this just a part of life?" Song Jianye said.

"Look at those aunties. They’re setting up their stalls in the free area. That saves them 100 yuan. We can try that too."

Song Jianye’s suggestion was unexpected to Chen Yuan.

But the more she acted like this, the more he felt she had a split personality.

She was someone who would dare him to drive without a license, yet at other times, she was incredibly meticulous, observing life with a detail that surpassed most people.

’Ah, whatever. As long as she doesn’t bite, she’s a good girl.’

"Alright, we’ll do as you say. Let’s set up in the free area."

’It’s a gamble. What if no one comes to check?’

Since his young miss wanted to do this, Uncle Zhang couldn’t really object.

He drove the car to the designated spot.

It was still early, so not many vendors had arrived. They managed to snag a decent spot.

They took out a small table, spread a checkered cloth over it, and delightedly placed two small signs in a conspicuous spot.

On top of that, Song Jianye had also printed out cute price tags and stuck them on all the items for sale. It took a good half hour to finish setting everything up.

"You two sell your things here. I’m leaving now. Call me when you’re done," Uncle Zhang said.

"Okay, okay. Bye, Uncle Zhang."

"Mm."

The two sat in front of their stall. Song Jianye’s attention was completely focused on their little setup. She took several photos with her phone and then buried her head, editing them.

Chen Yuan didn’t ask anything of her. He just let her entertain herself. After all, it was killing two birds with one stone: she was happy, and he was making money.

"Did you guys make all this yourselves?"

They hadn’t been set up for long before their first customers arrived.

It was two young women. The weather was already getting a little chilly, but they were still wearing short skirts and stockings—quite a beautiful sight.

"We’re students from the Agricultural University. We made all of this ourselves. The bags have our logo on them, so we can’t be faking it."

Song Jianye, who was still editing photos, looked at Chen Yuan. ’You can lie like that?’

"How much are the sesame crisps?"

"15 yuan. Want one?"

"I’ll take one."

"Grab whichever one you want. You can just scan the QR code to pay."

The customer scanned and paid, and Song Jianye received the notification.

"15 yuan! We’re making money!"

Song Jianye was thrilled, but Chen Yuan remained calm.

He had already earned money from his short videos a few days ago. A mere 15 yuan was nothing to him now.

"It’s only 15 yuan. Don’t act like you’ve never seen the world."

"But I earned this myself! It’s the first pot of gold in my life."

"Alright, go ahead and be happy for a little while then."

"But I want to be even happier."

"How can you be even happier?"

"They’re selling grilled squid over there. I want some."

"Fine, but don’t use the money from our sales. I need to tally the accounts when we get back tonight."

A large skewer of squid was at least 20 yuan. He couldn’t let her spend all the money they earned.

"No problem."

Song Jianye made an "OK" sign and trotted off happily toward the grilled squid stall.

Chen Yuan was reminded of his childhood, when Comrade Li would take him clothes shopping for the New Year or the change of seasons.

The moment they got to the mall, he’d complain he was hungry and wouldn’t be satisfied until he’d had a few skewers of fake lamb made from duck meat and a watered-down cola.

After eating, he wouldn’t want to shop anymore and would just want to go home.

Right then and there, the bullet he’d fired all those years ago hit him square between the eyes.

Seeing Song Jianye’s carefree look, Chen Yuan thought of Mili. He hoped that when she grew up, she could also be just as happy, without a worry in the world.

"Hey, handsome. The sesame crisps are really good. I’ll take two more bags."

Chen Yuan snapped back to reality and saw that the two women who had bought sesame crisps earlier had returned.

They’d already gotten a repeat customer.

"I’ll also have a bottle of yogurt."

"The yogurt is 8 yuan, so that’s 38 total. Just scan the code."

The woman in sunglasses held her phone but didn’t hurry to scan the code.

"Um... can I add you on WeChat?"

’She waited for Song Jianye to leave so she could snipe me, huh?’

"If I don’t let you add me on WeChat, does that mean you’re not buying?"

"Just tell me how much I need to buy to add you. What if I buy everything?" the woman in sunglasses said with a smile.

"I’ll just ask you out on the weekend. I definitely won’t interfere with your relationship with your girlfriend."

’The big city really is full of opportunities. You probably wouldn’t encounter such an aggressive pickup line anywhere else.’

"What kind of car do you drive?" Chen Yuan asked suddenly.

"A Panamera," the woman in sunglasses said with a laugh. "Are you afraid I don’t have enough money to take you out?"

"What I mean is, my girlfriend drives a Maybach S680. I can’t give up a big fish like that for you, you know?"

Seeing the Maybach S680 behind Chen Yuan, the woman in sunglasses looked a bit awkward.

Her friend, standing beside her, tugged on her clothes.

"Let’s just go. We can’t compete with someone who drives a Maybach."

The woman in sunglasses looked at Chen Yuan, still a little unwilling to give up.

"Your girlfriend looks pretty innocent. She probably doesn’t know much, right? I can show you some new and exciting things. Think about it. An opportunity like this doesn’t come around often."

"Are you two sisters? Could both of you join?"

The woman in sunglasses: ???

Her friend: ???

’It’s one thing to lose in terms of money, but how is he even more of a player?!’

’What’s wrong with college students these days?!’

"Our apologies, our apologies..."

"No bother at all."

Chen Yuan smiled and held up the QR code. "38 yuan, thank you."