Rural Carefree Littl Chapter 42: Su Mei’s Man?

Chapter 42: Chapter 42: Su i’s Man?

Chen Ziyang’s words, to Su i, were nothing more than an attempt to comfort her.

"Forget it, what’s ant to be will be; such matters can’t be forced!"

Su i gave a bitter smile, "I’ll save up so more money and try again next ti if there’s a chance!"

Chen Ziyang noticed that Su i’s emotions seed a bit down.

But he didn’t say much else.

After keeping Su i company for a while, Chen Ziyang finally left the house.

After returning to the shop, he finally retrieved the twenty thousand yuan he had earned back with hard work.

The day passed without any particular incidents.

At six o’clock in the evening, it was ti for the owners on Fragrance Street to gather at Fragrance Fang.

Chen Ziyang slung his canvas bag over his shoulder.

"Ziyang, you’re going out?"

Jiang Shu asked curiously.

Seeing Chen Ziyang picking up the twenty thousand yuan that was as precious to him as life, Lingzi imdiately understood, "Are you going to Fragrance Fang to compete for Haibo Foot Care?"

"Yes!"

"Didn’t Sister i say we’re not participating anymore?"

Lingzi expressed surprise, "When I went out today, I heard people from many shops talking about it, saying that you can’t get Haibo Foot Care without at least six hundred thousand! Considering that shop’s location and size, it might even go up to a million! Quite a few people are already borrowing money everywhere, it looks like they’re determined to win!"

Without saying it directly, Lingzi suggested that the twenty thousand yuan in Chen Ziyang’s bag seed rather ager.

"Let’s just try! After all, we’re not losing anything even if we don’t get it," Chen Ziyang didn’t express his true thoughts, "Besides, I heard they’re providing a al, so it’s a chance to save on one."

Lingzi rolled her eyes at Chen Ziyang, already convinced that he was just going to scrounge a free al.

"Alright, then go ahead! But don’t embarrass us too much, you’re representing ii Massage Hall, after all!"

Lingzi added another piece of advice.

"Don’t worry!"

Chen Ziyang waved his hand dismissively.

At the entrance of Fragrance Fang, the place was already crowded with people. Chen Ziyang, with his canvas bag, squeezed to the front.

"Hello, I am the representative from ii Massage Hall."

The man standing at the entrance was in his thirties with a fierce look and a conspicuous scar on his face.

Upon seeing Chen Ziyang, the man’s eyebrows suddenly raised, "It’s you?"

"Have we t?"

Chen Ziyang was a bit surprised.

The man suddenly chuckled.

But his smile, marred by that scar, seed sowhat ferocious.

"Kid, you’ve got guts!"

The man gave Chen Ziyang a hearty pat on the shoulder and stepped aside, "Go on in!"

Only after Chen Ziyang entered Fragrance Fang did he suddenly recall.

Last night, Yang Muxue had sent soone to ii Massage Hall to help, and the leader was this man with the scarred face.

Seems his na was Zhang Wenqing.

This man must have a high status on Fragrance Street, as so many people outside were treating him with great deference.

Chen Ziyang didn’t pay much attention to that and had already made his way into the grand hall of Fragrance Fang on the first floor.

Fragrance Fang was indeed spacious; this hall alone could accommodate over a hundred people.

"It would be great if I could make Su i’s shop this big soday."

Chen Ziyang couldn’t help but feel a sense of longing.

Coming from Lower River Village, Chen Ziyang had only one thought: to make sothing of himself.

And for Su i, the woman who had shown him such great kindness, Chen Ziyang also hoped to provide the best life possible for her.

Lost in these thoughts, Chen Ziyang had already walked to the very front of the hall and, seeing an empty spot, sat down.

However, before Chen Ziyang could get comfortable, a heavy hand suddenly landed on his shoulder.

"Which place are you from?"

A voice with an unpleasant tone ca from behind.

Chen Ziyang turned his head to find a middle-aged man in his forties with stubble on his face.

"Ah, hello, my na is Chen Ziyang, I’m the representative of ii Massage Hall," Chen Ziyang greeted politely, even offering his hand.

But the middle-aged man just tilted his head, giving Chen Ziyang a once-over before suddenly snorting dismissively, "One of Su i’s little pups?"

Chen Ziyang’s brows furrowed slightly.

He detected disdain for Su i in the man’s tone.

Without acknowledging Chen Ziyang’s displeasure, the man waved his hand impatiently, "Beat it! Go squat over there! This seat is not for the likes of you!"