Author: Songhuadan Superman

Jiang Ancheng chased after him, and the driver stepped on the accelerator and drove away, spraying exhaust gas all over his face.

The price of a Mercedes-Benz in the 1980s was around 1.8 million, and it still had a license plate with white letters on a black background. This kid's family must be either rich or expensive.

Chen Yufei ran up to him with a backpack on his back and a plastic bucket, looking incredulous, "You just ran away like that?"

"The total given is one hundred yuan! Children in the city are too rich."

Jiang Ancheng frowned and suddenly said: "Yu Fei, let's take a taxi and catch up!"

Chen Yufei was a little confused, "Take a taxi?"

“How do I take a taxi?”

If the parents of the children think that they have defrauded the children of their money, they will cause big trouble.

Jiang Ancheng looked around and spotted a taxi at the intersection.

The taxi driver had no intention of greeting them, so Jiang Ancheng and Chen Yufei squeezed in together, trying to stuff their backpacks into the car.

His clean taxi!

The taxi driver felt very distressed and said angrily: "You can't bring in the carrying bamboo pole!"

He walked down, took the basket and bucket out of Chen Yufei's hands, stuffed them into the trunk, and then asked, "Where are you going?"

Jiang Ancheng pointed at Hutou Ben who was stuck in the crosswalk in front of him and said, "Please catch up with that Mercedes-Benz. Someone left something in the car with us."

After seeing the shiny black Mercedes-Benz clearly, the impatience on the driver's face disappeared immediately.

The driver stepped on the accelerator and said excitedly, "Don't worry, I will help you catch up!"

There were too many pedestrians and bicycles on the road, and the tiger's head was not driving fast. The taxi soon went hand in hand with the tiger's head.

The driver's brother shouted to the driver: "Brother, you have left something behind!"

The driver of Hu Touben was a little confused, glanced at the little boy and the old lady sitting next to him, and pulled over to the side of the car.

Jiang Ancheng ran forward, and the old lady rolled down the car window. Her gold-rimmed reading glasses could not block her sharp eagle eyes.

Jiang Ancheng handed the bill in, "Old lady, the kid paid too much for it."

The old lady glanced at the bouquet in the boy's hand and said slowly, "The flowers are very beautiful and worth the price. Take them."

The little boy sniffed the fragrance of the flowers and said happily: "Well, uncle, take it. My grandma is the most discerning. She said it was worth one yuan, so it must be worth a hundred yuan."

A smile appeared on the old lady's cold face. From the corner of his eye, Jiang Ancheng glanced at the emerald necklace, bracelet, and ring that the old lady was wearing on her neck and hands. He thought that she really looked down upon this hundred yuan.

Now that the parents know it and are sure it won't cause trouble in the future, Jiang Ancheng nodded, "Thank you."

The old lady nodded and smiled, "Yeah." Then she said to the driver, "Let's go."

Hutou ran away, and Chen Yufei and the driver ran forward.

The driver was even more excited than Chen Yufei, "You are such a big shot, what do the people inside look like?"

Jiang Ancheng smiled, "Human-like."

The driver gave him a very disappointed look and asked gossipingly: "You returned the things. Shouldn't a rich man like you give him a tip?"

Jiang Ancheng shook the one hundred yuan in his hand and said, "Well, I'm very generous."

The driver's eyes widened, like a fat tiger with cross-eyed eyes.

One hundred yuan is more than half of his monthly salary.

Rich people are so willful!

Jealousy, envy!

Chen Yufei was also very excited. They sold these flowers for a total of 140 yuan!

It turns out that they are full of treasures!

The driver was not worried that Jiang Ancheng and Chen Yufei had no money to pay the fare. "Where are you going? If you want to get off here, it only costs two yuan."

After making money, Jiang Ancheng planned to buy something for Sun Miaolan and the children.

Chen Yufei also wanted to buy some gifts for Xin Hong before.

He thought for a while and asked: "Is the mall closed now?"

The driver brother shook his head, "The small shopping mall here is closed. The newly opened large shopping mall in Sanjing over there opens at nine o'clock in the evening. You can still go there now." He said kindly: "Everything over there is good.

It’s very expensive, and most people can’t afford it, but the goods sold at the nearby stalls are quite cheap.”

Jiang Ancheng nodded: "Then please send us there, brother."

"OK."

Ten minutes later, the bustling Sanjingli arrived.

Jiang Ancheng paid the driver three yuan.

Chen Yufei clicked his tongue, "It's only such a small distance, and the taxi fare is three yuan. This is too expensive."

Jiang Ancheng said: "It was not meant for little people like us."

Chen Yufei choked, "Brother, are we staying in the city tonight?"

Jiang Ancheng walked towards the mall, "Now is the prime time to make money. Do you sleep well in the city?"

Chen Yufei touched his head and said with a smile: "That is definitely not stable. I have to go back to feed Dabai."

"Then it's okay, just take a couple of motorcycles and go back."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, it's so luxurious, two guys."

A family of four only rides on one motorcycle.

As they talked, they walked to the entrance of the shopping mall.

In the display window on the first floor, under the bright light, the model was wearing a very expensive double-breasted suit, which was so dazzling that Chen Yufei couldn't even open his eyes.

He grabbed Jiang Ancheng's arm and asked, "Brother, this shop is so big, why are there only so many clothes hanging there?"

Jiang Ancheng glanced at the English letters on the door of the store and said, "This is a foreign store. It mainly tailors suits for rich people. It likes to do this kind of style."

In the 1980s and 1990s, China set off a craze for suits that was rare in the world. From the news network to the rural fields, everyone was wearing suits, whether they were sitting or squatting.

The gringos in the country were shocked.

In 1984, a domestic suit of medium and high quality cost 70 to 80 yuan in a shopping mall in the capital, while the working class's salary was only about 50 yuan, which is equivalent to 7,000 to 10,000 yuan in 2022.

Take the suit home.

Many garment factories smelled the prospect of making a fortune, and started large-scale production of suits. Suits that originally cost high prices, after being processed for a few cents, suits costing a few yuan or more than ten yuan have occupied the market.

Even when Jiang Ancheng got married, he held several banquets in the countryside and spent eight yuan on a double-breasted gray suit jacket.

There are a few English letters on the name of this store. He often sees people advertising it on TV. It is an expensive luxury brand. I don’t know how much it costs, but it is very expensive and ordinary people cannot afford it.

Chen Yufei complained, "Isn't this just a tailor shop? It makes people afraid to go in. However, this suit looks really solid. I don't know how much it costs."

Jiang Ancheng said: "You can go in and take a look."

Chen Yufei waved his hand quickly, "Forget it, I haven't made much money, it's more important to keep the money to make money."
Chapter completed!