Back to the 1970s: Building My Fortune Through Time Trading Chapter 61: More Business Comes Knocking

Su Xiaoxiao could only accept it and returned to her seat.

Just as she settled down, the classroom door was once again pushed open.

Song Weidong walked in with his hands in his pockets and his backpack slung over one shoulder, looking completely carefree.

As soon as he entered, he t Zhou Xiujuan’s stern gaze: "Song Weidong, do you know what ti it is? You’re late!"

Song Weidong: "I know."

Zhou Xiujuan felt a pulse at the center of her forehead; he knew but still brazenly ca through the front door, couldn’t he be a bit discreet?

Suppressing her anger, she said, "Go to the back and stand as a punishnt."

"Okay."

Song Weidong still appeared completely unconcerned, tossed his backpack on his desk, and strolled leisurely to the back of the classroom to stand as a punishnt.

Zhao Yanyan couldn’t help but glance over, only to et Song Weidong’s deep eyes, and her face flushed instantly as she quickly looked away.

Just now he was looking at her, could it be because she was wearing a hairpin?

Thinking of this, Zhao Yanyan felt even more pleased with her wise choice.

Thinking about the Golden Pen in her bag, she felt even more excited.

After class, she would go find Song Weidong to return the Golden Pen to him.

If he knew that his Golden Pen was sold by Su Xiaoxiao, he would surely bear a grudge against that troubleso girl.

Zhao Yanyan thought smugly but then turned her head only to et Su Xiaoxiao’s kind gaze.

Zhao Yanyan: Why do I feel a bit uneasy?

With a cold grunt, she looked away.

Even though she had bought things from her twice, it didn’t change the fact that she disliked Su Xiaoxiao.

Finally, when break ti arrived, the female classmates eagerly approached Su Xiaoxiao: "Su Xiaoxiao, can your friend bring another hairpin?"

"I want one too, can I add an extra di?"

"Su Xiaoxiao, I can add two dis."

"Su Xiaoxiao, I’ll add three dis."

Su Xiaoxiao put on a troubled expression, but inside she was overjoyed; if she hadn’t been pinching her thigh hard, she might have lost control of her expression.

"Well, we’re all classmates and I’d love to help you, let ask again, but first, let see how many you need."

A circle of female classmates, hearing this, excitedly surrounded Su Xiaoxiao.

Just as Su Xiaoxiao was counting, she suddenly heard the exclamation of a girl.

"Su Xiaoxiao, where did you get this stainless steel water cup?"

The group registering for hairpins imdiately turned to look and saw a shiny stainless steel water cup sitting on the corner of Su Xiaoxiao’s desk.

It was bright and eye-catching.

Su Xiaoxiao discreetly curled her lips, finally, soone noticed it.

She still had a few stainless steel water cups left from last ti, but couldn’t openly sell them on the street, so she had thought of this thod.

She coughed lightly and spoke, "I couldn’t find one at the departnt store before, so I had my cousin, who works at a tal factory, get it for ."

"Su Xiaoxiao, you’re amazing, how can you get anything?"

A classmate imdiately spoke with envy.

Impatient ones couldn’t help but ask, "Su Xiaoxiao, can you also get a stainless steel water cup?"

"Su Xiaoxiao, I want one too, can you ask for ?"

"Yes, yes, we all want one. Su Xiaoxiao, please ask your cousin for us."

Zhao Yanyan was holding the Golden Pen, ready to find Song Weidong, only to find both paths blocked.

While frustrated, she heard the conversation inside, and her eyes brightened at the ntion of a stainless steel water cup—she wanted one too.

Imdiately, she ignored everything else and squeezed in: "Su Xiaoxiao, count in."

That voice sounded familiar.

Su Xiaoxiao looked up and realized it was the major custor.

When everyone happily dispersed, the bell for the next class rang.

Zhao Yanyan excitedly returned to her seat, suddenly realizing she had forgotten sothing.

The Golden Pen, she hadn’t ntioned the pen yet; how did she forget such an important matter? Bla Su Xiaoxiao for tempting her with the stainless steel water cup.

She would make sure to ntion it next break.

The second period was the math class taught by Teacher Zhou, after yesterday’s incident, Teacher Zhou’s impression of Su Xiaoxiao had greatly improved.

Today, Su Xiaoxiao wasn’t sleepy; she intentionally ordered a large bag of coffee from the mall last night and secretly brewed herself a cup.

As soon as she finished brewing, the boy sitting in front of her sniffed the air, drawn by the unusual sweet scent, and leaned over: "Su Xiaoxiao, what are you drinking? It slls so good."

She rembered he was one of her stainless steel water cup custors, and Su Xiaoxiao generously offered him a packet: "Coffee, do you want to try so?"

"Coffee? Isn’t that sothing only foreigners drink?"

He had seen a foreigner in a newspaper interview once, with a small cup of coffee beside him, and heard that it was ridiculously expensive.

He quickly shook his head, "No thanks, this stuff is too fancy, it would be wasted on ."

But he couldn’t help but ask with curiosity: "Why are you drinking this?"

His cousin once drank it when he was in Shanghai and said it was bitter and terrible, not filling at all.

"This can help you stay awake and alert. If you’re tired, a cup of this will definitely perk you up."

The boy’s eyes lit up at her words: "Then I’ll buy a packet to try."

Su Xiaoxiao didn’t expect casually brewing coffee would attract business; at this rate, she’d soon beco a millionaire.

The seventies were great; you didn’t need to distribute flyers or advertise everywhere, and custors would co to you automatically.

No wonder people called the seventies the golden era for entrepreneurship.

"How much for a packet?"

Drawn by the rich aroma, the boy couldn’t help but swallow, it was indeed tempting.

He wanted to buy a packet to taste, whether it perked him up or not.

Su Xiaoxiao bought the items on the mall with packaging fitting the era, so she wasn’t worried about being found out.

She imdiately handed him a packet: "Here, one di each."

Upon hearing it was only a di, the boy imdiately took out the money.

The two were sneakily making a transaction when a piece of chalk flew and accurately hit the boy on the head.

"Chen Zhiguo, you’re not paying attention in class, what are you doing?"

Teacher Zhou’s stern gaze fell on him, giving him a headache; Su Xiaoxiao had just nded her ways, and he didn’t want anyone leading her astray again.

Chen Zhiguo rubbed the sore spot on the back of his head and turned around quickly, sitting upright.

When Teacher Zhou turned to write on the board, he discreetly tore open the packet and put the coffee in his enal mug.

But the water in his enal mug was cold, so the coffee didn’t dissolve well, leaving chunky bits.

However, it slled quite fragrant.

He tentatively took a sip; the taste was odd, like sothing burnt, but it carried a hint of milk and sweetness, completely unlike what his cousin had described as terrible.

Trying another sip, hmm? This taste was really sothing.

Su Xiaoxiao, after finishing a cup of coffee, felt full of energy, no longer drowsy in class.

She was deeply engaged in the lesson when suddenly sothing poked her back.