22: Chapter 22 Wrong, this is my vegetable market.

"How can you prove this is your Vegetable Market?" Zhao Jian couldn't suppress the corner of his mouth.

Here it comes, the moment to show off has arrived!

"Heh, what other proof do you need? My husband is the manager. If the Vegetable Market isn't his, could it possibly be yours?"

Yao Xiaohui played along perfectly.

After she finished speaking, she laughed loudly on purpose.

It was a bit awkward, so she stopped quickly.

Zhao Jian straightened his back and nodded, saying, "That's right, it is mine."

This time, Yao Xiaohui laughed for real.

While laughing, she pointed at Zhao Jian and said, out of breath:

"Just, just you? You poor wretch, do you dream every day of getting ahead, turning things around, and stepping on the people who used to look down on you?"

"Zhao Jian, it's daytime right now. You're talking in your sleep way too early!"

Huang Xu didn't laugh as loudly.

Compared to Yao Xiaohui, he considered himself a person of status, and loud laughter seemed crude.

"Zhao Jian, don't think that just by borrowing a set of clean clothes, you can pretend to be a successful person."

"Your aura of poverty cannot be covered up by clothes."

"Leave quickly."

Huang Xu had noticed the suit on Zhao Jian long ago.

He couldn't tell the specific brand, but he knew that clothes with such fine workmanship were only sold in light luxury boutiques.

Zhao Jian couldn't be bothered to argue with them about clothes.

He took out the photocopy of the Vegetable Market property transfer agreement, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly.

"Come and see what this is."

The photocopy was taken by Huang Xu.

"Impossible, how is this possible? How can this be!" The more Huang Xu looked, the colder his heart became.

He kept saying it was impossible, yet he respectfully returned the contract photocopy with both hands.

Before he even saw the contents, he had already realized something was wrong.

The official seal and signature on it shattered his last hope.

The transfer contract was real.

The Vegetable Market belonged to Zhao Jian, that was also real.

It was over.

"Manager Huang? Now, who does this Vegetable Market belong to?" Zhao Jian put the contract away.

"Yours, it's yours."

Huang Xu's face was full of bitterness.

He didn't understand. Yao Xiaohui had said with her own mouth that Zhao Jian was just a poor wretch who hadn't had a proper job in the three months since graduation and had to rely on women to pay for his meals.

Out of caution, he had specifically inquired about Zhao Jian's family situation.

Ordinary farmers.

A person with an ordinary background, ordinary education. A poor wretch with no job and no ability.

How could he have turned things around!

A flash of inspiration hit him, and Huang Xu turned his gaze toward Yao Xiaohui: "You stinking woman, did you intentionally set me up!"

The information had all come from Yao Xiaohui's mouth.

When they were madly in love, he believed whatever she said.

Now that he thought about it carefully, he broke out in a cold sweat.

While questioning Yao Xiaohui, he secretly thought to himself: "Could it be that someone jealous of me intentionally sent her to be a mole?"

Yao Xiaohui was bewildered by the question.

She hugged Huang Xu's arm, her face scrunched up in anxiety.

The only words coming out of her mouth were the repeating three characters: "I didn't."

Zhao Jian felt a bit listless, as if entering a state of post-clarity.

He waved his hand to attract Huang Xu's attention. Then he said: "You are fired. From now on, you will no longer serve as the manager of the Vegetable Market."

The signing party for Huang Xu's labor contract was Mr. Li's company, and he had been dispatched to the Vegetable Market.

No compensation was needed.

Feeling humiliated, Huang Xu angrily pulled Yao Xiaohui away.

The crowd also gradually dispersed.

Zhao Jian said to Aunt Liu, "Aunt, from today on, you will return to your previous position, and everything will go on as before."

"Good, Young man, Aunt didn't misjudge you!" Aunt Liu happily walked toward the Vegetable Market.

Halfway there, she turned back and shouted: "Young man, don't forget to meet my granddaughter tomorrow."

Zhao Jian agreed, and only then did Aunt Liu enter the Vegetable Market to work with peace of mind.

"You." Tofu Beauty only said one word before suddenly stopping.

She was hesitating.

"Whatever you want to say, there's no need for reservations between us."

Zhao Jian guessed in his heart what she had swallowed back.

A poor kid who graduated without a job and lived frugally every day.

Suddenly, one day, he became her boss.

Of course, she would want to ask what was going on.

Was he a rich second-generation heir pretending to be poor to experience life?

But she didn't ask, perhaps because they weren't very close yet?

Tofu Beauty ultimately didn't ask, she laughed heartily:

"Thank you, Boss Zhao. In the future, if you want to eat tofu, just tell me, and I'll give you a 20% discount."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Jian's heart skipped a beat.

He thought to himself: Oh no, I can't eat free tofu anymore!

There were no outsiders here, and his expression was written all over his face.

Disappointed, upset.

Tofu Beauty looked at him with a hint of heartache. She smiled gently:

"I'm teasing you. You can eat my tofu whenever you want."

"Really?"

Zhao Jian's gaze was fixed on her.

Following his gaze downward, her face suddenly flushed red.

She quickly explained: "I meant the tofu you eat!"

"Otherwise, what?"

He looked at Tofu Beauty with innocent eyes.

"You!" She could tell whether he was truly innocent or pretending to be.

But this topic was not suitable to continue.

"I'm going to set up my stall. I wish you a smooth blind date tomorrow and may you have children soon!" After saying that, she rode her tricycle and entered the market without looking back.

So that was why.

Zhao Jian thought to himself: Aunt Liu insisted on introducing me, you should take your resentment out on her.

Returning to his rented room at night, looking at the original contract in his hand and the 290,000 balance on his bank card displayed on his phone, Zhao Jian fell asleep, feeling completely satisfied.

Tonight, Su Wanyin didn't go to a bar again.

Nor did she choose a restaurant with good feng shui.

She was on the phone in the furnished luxury apartment she rented.

"Dad, this month's money has already been sent over. Don't spend it recklessly. First, deduct the rent and the money for Mom's medicine; the rest should be enough for your daily expenses."

On the other end of the line was complaining.

Complaining about why she didn't send more money, why she didn't find a better house.

Also complaining that she had promised to work in Kyoto and could take care of Mom after work. Why didn't she keep her word.

Su Wanyin listened quietly, expressionless.

She had heard similar words countless times.

She was used to it.

Only after the other end of the line hung up did she light a cigarette and stand on the balcony, enjoying a moment of peace.

...

Zhao Jian was woken up by a knock on the door.

His rented room was located on the second floor, with a total of 11 tenants, but they didn't know each other well.

The only person who would come to knock on his door so early was the Landlady.

Sure enough, he hadn't guessed wrong.

"Jianzi, it's time to pay next month's rent."

The Landlady was a money-grubber; her favorite thing to do was collect rent.

Zhao Jian used WeChat to transfer the money, and then, hugging his bundled-up quilt, said:

"I've transferred it to you, Sister Liu, please collect it."

The rent was two hundred, and public utilities were free.

Plus, having a beautiful Landlady wearing black silk stockings was pleasing to the eye.

If the space could be a little bigger, Zhao Jian would really want to rent it until the end of time.

After receiving the transfer, Ms. Liu went downstairs.

Halfway down, she turned back and looked at Zhao Jian's rented room.

She muttered softly: "Strange, the last few times I collected rent, he was the one who loved to look the most, why didn't he even open the door today."

She looked down at her legs.

"Has my charm decreased?"

Zhao Jian didn't know the Landlady's thoughts; he just hadn't slept enough.

He didn't want to crawl out of his warm and comfortable bed.

But the tree wants to be still, yet the wind will not cease.

His extravagant hope of sleeping a little longer was not satisfied.

Before he could even close his eyes, his phone rang.

The caller ID showed an unknown number.