Back to the 1980s: Transmigrated as the Bigshot's Pampered Wife Chapter 69: Haggling Is a Must When Shopping

Jiang Ruihao couldn’t have cared less about other people’s hesitation. He was in a great mood as he spoke.

"Stop dawdling. Hurry up and pick a few pigs to take back. We’ll slaughter them for an extra al for the soldiers."

As the old saying goes, bad news travels fast. There are far more people in this world who would gloat over your misfortune than genuinely wish you well.

But Jiang Ruihao truly hoped Su Shuochi was doing well. After all, he was his most prized subordinate.

Not only had he perford countless ritorious deeds, but the main reason for Su Shuochi’s injury was that he’d been saving him!

Jiang Ruihao only had two sons and no daughters. Otherwise, he never would have given Mr. Sheng the chance to marry Gu Jiaojiao off to Su Shuochi.

He knew Gu Jiaojiao was beautiful, but he felt she still wasn’t quite good enough for Su Shuochi.

Jiang Ruihao did have a niece who had been quite fond of Su Shuochi back in the day. But after learning he’d beco a cripple, she was no longer willing to marry him.

She might not have believed it if she’d heard from others that Su Shuochi was disabled, but her own grandfather, Divine Doctor Jiang, had said it himself. She had no choice but to believe it.

His second younger brother and sister-in-law had even gotten their father, Divine Doctor Jiang, to intervene, forbidding him from forcing their daughter to marry a cripple.

They had even said sarcastically that their daughter, a peerless beauty destined for a life of luxury, was not ant to be a tool for soone else to repay a debt of gratitude.

Jiang Ruihao was so furious he wanted to beat soone up, but his third younger brother held him back. Ever since then, he had been traveling between various army corps, scouting for talent.

It had been over half a year, and he hadn’t been back to the mansion once, so he had no idea that Su Shuochi was already married.

Divine Doctor Jiang’s family was from the Imperial City. Because Jiang Ruihao worked in Qing City, his family lived in the Qingcheng Mansion.

Divine Doctor Jiang would also often co to Qing City to stay with his eldest son for a while. This ti, he had traveled far and wide to help Su Shuochi find a special dicine.

Even if that dicine were found, it would only restore Su Shuochi’s ability to carry on his family line.

Getting back on his feet was absolutely impossible. Jiang Ruihao still rembered how adamant his father had been when he said it.

So now, learning that Su Shuochi’s wife could cure his legs, how could Jiang Ruihao not be overjoyed?

Su Shuochi said his wife’s dical skills were brilliant, and Jiang Ruihao believed him without a doubt, because the farm manager had said Su Shuochi’s wife was nad Gu Jiaojiao.

At this mont, he still didn’t know that this Jiaojiao was *that* Jiaojiao—the one his subordinate, Sheng Liangyuan, had pushed onto Su Shuochi due to his favoritism toward his two sons.

He’d foisted the pampered daughter he had doted on for eighteen years onto Su Shuochi.

If Jiang Ruihao had known that Gu Jiaojiao was the Sheng Family’s adopted daughter, he certainly wouldn’t have believed Su Shuochi so readily.

Because he had t the Sheng family’s adopted daughter, Jiaojiao, and she was the very definition of a spoiled brat.

But Jiang Ruihao didn’t know that right now, so he was in an explosively good mood, a rare smile gracing his stern face.

This made the farm manager regret not having given a few more small donkeys to Su Shuochi and his group.

anwhile, the corps captain secretly glanced at Jiang Ruihao’s back. His posture was ramrod straight, and you could see his delight even from behind.

As for the Gu Jiaojiao that Jiang Ruihao looked down on, she and Su Shuochi were currently at Gao Xiangming’s house.

Gao Xiangming was a decisive man. The mont he got back, he dug up all of the Gao family’s treasures.

Of course, he wouldn’t bring out the small yellow strips. Those were very valuable, and he was afraid Gu Jiaojiao couldn’t afford them.

He was right about that. Gu Jiaojiao really couldn’t afford several boxes of yellow strips right now.

"Ma’am, you’ve arrived. Everything is here. Please make an offer."

Su Shuochi didn’t know anything about antiques, but even an amateur could tell that these items were extraordinary.

In her past life, Gu Jiaojiao’s grandfather was an antiques expert. He had what amounted to a master-disciple relationship with Mr. An, known as the godfather of Chinese antiques, though they never made it official.

She’d learned a great deal just by being around him since childhood. It seed Gao Xiangming was also an expert in his own right; it would be impossible for her to snag a hidden bargain from him.

’But even if you’re an expert now, you’d never guess what these things would be worth in the future.’

"Even between brothers, accounts should be settled clearly. You na a price first, then I’ll decide what I want and what I don’t."

Gu Jiaojiao was the buyer; there was no way she would make the first offer. If the price was right, she was actually tempted to buy everything.

In truth, any single item here would be enough to buy a large house in the Imperial City in the future.

Gao Xiangming didn’t waste ti. He priced them according to the highest black-market rates, asking for fifty yuan for a blue-and-white porcelain vase.

In one breath, he rattled off dozens of prices. The most expensive item was over a hundred yuan, and the cheapest was a Xinhuan banknote with a face value of fifty thousand yuan.

Gao Xiangming himself thought it was just a worthless piece of paper, but since it was sothing his grandfather had treasured, he asked for one yuan.

This was because the second series of Renminbi was in circulation in the eighties, which included one-fen coins stamped with an evergreen tree, as well as one-fen banknotes.

The largest denomination was 10 yuan, popularly known as the "Big Black Ten" or the "Great Unity."

Even most people in later generations would be puzzled, wondering, ’Isn’t the largest denomination one hundred yuan?’

But Gu Jiaojiao knew that the largest denomination banknote issued since the founding of New China was the 50,000-yuan note from the first series of Renminbi.

There were two types of this 50,000-yuan banknote: one featured the Xinhuan Gate on the front, and the other a combine harvester.

Thus, they were commonly known as the "50,000-Yuan Combine Harvester" and the "50,000-Yuan Xinhuan."

The fifty-thousand-yuan Xinhuan was printed by the Beijing Banknote Printing Factory in 1950 and issued in 1953.

It was in circulation for only one year and three months. Needless to say, the number of surviving notes worldwide was extrely small.

Moreover, the banknote was exquisitely designed, beautifully engraved, and masterfully produced. In later years, it could still be called the king of all Renminbi banknotes.

In her previous life, Gu Jiaojiao had only ever seen pictures of it; she had never touched a real one. How lucky she was to finally have the chance to own one.

She excitedly picked up the Xinhuan note and examined it closely. ’Even if I never sell it, it’s no loss. After all, it only cost one yuan!’

With over forty treasures totaling more than one thousand one hundred yuan, Gao Xiangming felt his heart pound with uncertainty.

’This ma’am is definitely going to haggle, right? If she lowballs too much, should I sell or not?’

Although Gao Xiangming didn’t know that a "ten-thousand-yuan household" in the eighties was equivalent to a multimillionaire in later generations...

...he did know that anyone who could produce a thousand yuan at once was a very wealthy person in this day and age.

"Hmm, one thousand one hundred fifty-six yuan in total. A good number. We’ll take it all."

Gao Xiangming was speechless.

’She’s not even going to haggle?’

He was thrilled, but also a little embarrassed. ’Was I too greedy?’

"How about... I... throw in so yellow strips for you."

"That’s up to you. Whatever makes you happy," Gu Jiaojiao said, unable to suppress the excitent in her voice.

Her heart was racing. By the ti she reached her grandfather’s age, she would surely be even wealthier than he was.

"Honey, you’re not even going to bargain? You can even haggle when you’re buying a head of cabbage."

Although Su Shuochi didn’t know the specific value of these items, he felt his wife truly didn’t understand the rules of the world.

You were supposed to haggle when you bought things. It had been that way since ancient tis. He felt it was necessary to remind her.

Gao Xiangming nodded vigorously, like a chicken pecking at rice. He had completely forgotten he was the seller.

If this ma’am had haggled just a little, he wouldn’t regret having asked for too little. Her not haggling at all would only leave him with a sense of regret...