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Chapter 1138 80 Little Stutterer Pork Shop 33

Chen Ping'an felt a little disappointed as he held the food coupons and money in his hands; he had thought he would be able to go back today.

The city is fun, but it's too expensive. One meal there could last him a long time in the village. He's almost used up the money he brought with him, so he needs to hurry back and make more money.

Moreover, I don't know if the old lady in the family can manage on her own.

But now the staff are holding their documents, so even if they wanted to leave, they couldn't.

With nothing to do in the hotel, Lingyao decided to take Chen Ping'an to the street to sell clothes.

You can rent a stall in the market for a dollar, put a cloth on it, and sell your clothes.

Lingyao hadn't been idle in the city these past two days. She had turned all the fabric from the Thousand Silk Bag into new designs. It wasn't as hard to find tailors and good tailors in the city as it was in the town. Lingyao had also assigned the work to several tailors, and they were doing it very quickly. She already had almost twenty pieces in stock.

She set up two stalls, one selling clothes made from ordinary fabrics and the other selling clothes made from fine fabrics.

There are clothes made of good fabric and clothes made of ordinary fabric, and they are the same style.

Logically, since they are the same product, the one that is willing to sell at a lower price should be the one that is willing to sell it.

But everyone who actually came up to touch the clothes couldn't help but want to buy the more expensive one, but the more expensive one was really expensive.

A sweater costs 210 yuan and a coat costs 450 yuan! Unbelievable!

If they think something is too expensive, they'll buy something cheaper to satisfy their cravings, while those from well-off families will grit their teeth and buy the expensive stuff.

Lingyao helped Chen Ping'an sell the goods; she sold the more expensive items, and Chen Ping'an sold the cheaper ones.

The two were both very good-looking, and they were a beautiful sight to behold in the market.

Many people gathered around Lingyao were still asking her what her relationship was with Chen Ping'an. They wondered if she was his older brother or younger brother, or if they were just dating. Wouldn't that give them a chance?

Matchmakers even came to ask Lingyao which family she belonged to and whether she was betrothed.

Chen Ping'an, who was standing nearby, heard this and dropped the clothes he was tidying up. He took two steps over, grabbed Ling Yao's hand, and looked at the matchmaker with a cold expression.

With her lips pressed tightly together, she said each word clearly: "I'm in a relationship with her."

His menacing appearance caused the matchmaker to leave with a disgruntled expression.

Chen Ping'an scared the person away, then turned around and saw Ling Yao's ambiguous smile. As if he had been burned, he let go of her hand and hurriedly took two big steps back to his stall.

There were many young girls standing in front of him. Most of them didn't have much money, so they could only look at the cheaper clothes. The clothes on the other side were so expensive that they didn't dare to touch them.

They were afraid that if they touched it and got it dirty or damaged, they wouldn't be able to afford to pay for it.

However, there are also some unreasonable customers.

Two middle-aged women with short hair and slightly plump figures, each carrying a vegetable basket, squeezed forward.

Chen Ping'an looked at the vegetable baskets they were carrying, still covered in morning dew and mud.

I quickly offered a reminder.

"Back off, back off, just a little."

The middle-aged woman walking in front frowned, her voice booming, "What did you say?"

Chen Pingan had no choice but to repeat it again.

As soon as he finished speaking, the two women chuckled.

"She's quite good-looking, but I didn't expect her to stutter."

Chen Ping'an shut his mouth and stopped talking; he knew what they were laughing at.

A girl nearby couldn't stand it anymore and spoke up to retort.

"So what if you stutter? What's it to you?"

This exchange really got the two of them fired up.

"You brat, how dare you talk like that? Don't you know how to respect your elders and care for the young? What's wrong with us having a talk? No one's swearing, so what's it to you?"

The little girl was too young to be a match for the two men, and she fell silent in defeat.

The two men then turned around and moved closer to the stall, their muddy hands reaching out to touch the clothes.

Lingyao's stall was bustling with activity, surrounded by a group of well-off young women from the city, and she didn't notice Chen Ping'an for a moment.

Seeing that they were about to get their clothes dirty, Chen Ping'an quickly raised his hand to stop them, but the woman then shouted.

"You young man, are you trying to be a hooligan in broad daylight? Do you want to get shot?"

Her words were aggressive; these days, you can't just throw a charge of being a hooligan around, because it can really get you shot.

Chen Ping'an's forehead was covered in a thin layer of sweat from the anxiety.

I was about to say something.

A figure rushed straight over.

Song Mingle, who had been secretly watching from the sidelines for a long time, could no longer bear it. Even though her husband had told her not to make any rash moves, she could not stand by and watch her son be bullied like this right under her nose.

As the saying goes, a mother's love makes her strong. Song Mingle, dressed in an elegant and well-fitting wool suit and carrying a genuine leather bag, casually tossed it onto the stall, rolled up her sleeves, and started a fight with the two women opposite her.

"Aren't you two going too far? You called that young man a hooligan, but I think you're the scoundrels!"

The three women played back and forth for a few rounds before the game ended after concerned bystanders called the police.

Qin Shaoxin was sitting in the car on his way back when he heard a call from the police station across the street asking him to pick someone up. He was completely bewildered.

The child's situation hasn't been resolved yet, and now the wife has ended up in jail.

He quickly turned the car around.

The police never expected that arresting just two arguing citizens would lead to the arrest of the wife of the man from the provincial capital.

My hands were shaking when I made phone calls.

Even the police chief rushed over upon hearing the commotion.

We have to hurry over. The person up here came without a sound, maybe he's here incognito to investigate something.

Now that something has happened on his own turf, if someone takes action against him, he'll have nowhere to turn for help.

The bureau chief had only been in this position for a short time; he hadn't even had a chance to settle in yet.

Who understands his grievances!

When Qin Shaoxin arrived, Lingyao and Chen Pingan were already sitting outside.

Looking at his son so close to him, Qin Shaoxin's heart was filled with emotion.

Chen Ping'an wasn't originally involved in this matter, but the argument between the three of them did start with him, and the two middle-aged women kept accusing Chen Ping'an of being a pervert and trying to convict him.

So Chen Pingan was also called over.

However, since so many people present had already questioned him, and Chen Ping'an was not suspected of any indecent behavior, he was not detained. He was simply allowed to sit outside and give a statement later.

Chen Ping'an didn't think there was anything wrong with staying to give a statement, but he secretly rubbed Ling Yao's palm against his side and asked her.

"Don't you find it strange that we seem to run into each other quite often?"