Eighties Sweetheart Wife

Chapter 334: She Will Make Him Have to Come

Chapter 334: Chapter 334: She Will Make Him Have to ComeThe young girl spoke fluent Nan City dialect, clearly a local.

How could he not have known that Nan City had someone with such bizarre combat skills?

She also demanded answers to questions she shouldn’t have known, and he was forced to speak, finally understanding what it felt like to be on the brink of death in the deserted alley. He had cursed an old man who was about to appear, sending him back.

They were in the corner of the alley, and Little Nuan’s hand was like an eagle’s claw.

Her eyes looked the same, cold and cruel as if gazing upon the dead.

Thinking about it now, she had the same demeanor as those big shots.

He didn’t dare to think anymore; with his last bit of strength, he had to crawl to the hospital.

When another group finally followed into the winding alley, it was empty; they saw nothing.

What happened?

Could it be that some monkey had beaten them to the punch and hoarded the loot?

The boss cursed in anger, "Damn it, when we find him, he won’t get away with it alive."

A group of people cursing and

Xia Xindong’s mind was filled with countless thoughts, yet upon hearing Asheng’s words, he still laughed and patted his little belly.

Asheng quickly sucked in his breath and pulled his stomach back in.

"How much money do you have?" Xia Xindong asked.

"I have one yuan."

Hmm, that’s not too little.

Steamed buns costing a few cents each, eat as many as you like.

Song Yunuan had no idea her younger brother was hungry again, nor did she know that her youngest uncle’s body still had some fish that slipped through the net.

But even if she knew, she wouldn’t be surprised.

She knew from the start it wouldn’t be that smooth.

But at least they could live a normal life.

Song Yunuan’s consistent strategy was to deal with problems as they arose.

Of course, if she anticipated them, she could also take the initiative.

But if the plot didn’t trigger, she naturally wouldn’t know.

Song Yunuan followed suit in setting up the exhibition booth. Her family was in the clothing business, so she went to the service team to borrow a cart, bringing in all the folding clothes racks her grandfather had made.

Stacks of clothes weren’t visible; they needed to be paired properly and hung up.

In the afternoon, when all the clothes arrived, they could be hung up.

This time, they brought linen suit dresses and some autumn clothes.

The autumn clothes included trench coats, small suits, and jackets.

They had both men’s and women’s wear available.

The small suits were made with Dacron, nipped at the waist, and looked very grand when worn.

In this era, dressing in a dignified and grand fashion was the main thing.

Song Yunuan planned to go around the department store later to check out the current market in Nan City.

She didn’t ask Second Young Master Zhong to come; she told him to stay in the hotel.

He could show his face after Eldest Young Master Zhong arrived.

Song Yunuan was keen on the fragrant rosewood crafts from Qionghai Crafts Factory, especially the larger pieces. After taking a walk, she actually found this factory’s booth.

It wasn’t at the very front, but the location was still good, after all, many foreign guests and people from Xiangjiang liked the rosewood goods.

This could be exchanged for foreign currency.

Nowadays, having enough to eat was the most important thing.

Entertainment and things for amusement were secondary.

After Song Yunuan left, she saw her youngest uncle walking over with Asheng from the opposite side.

The opposite side was the snack street, a place Little Asheng couldn’t resist.

Song Yunuan mentioned she wanted to check out the department store, and Xia Xindong naturally worried, even though he knew about Little Nuan’s abilities.

So, they went to the nearby department store together.

This was Nan City after all, where clothing styles were at the forefront, but Song Yunuan’s family’s designs were not lagging, even arguably yet to meet their match.

As it approached dawn, Song Yunuan waited until the hotel was completely quiet. She put on a black tracksuit, wore a mask, secured the door properly, and silently jumped out of the second-floor window.

The streetlights were still on.

She checked her direction and, according to the information provided by the thief, went to an underground club not far from here.

It was invested in by people from Xiangjiang.

Singing, dancing, and drinking here were expensive, and it was said that the girls here were also the prettiest.

They didn’t operate during the day, only opening at night.

It was one of those places that shunned the light.

Now, as the opening-up policy was just starting, there hadn’t been time to deal with the bad elements turned up by the big waves.