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Chapter 221(2/2)

Gu Qingcheng's small courtyard also became more and more "home".



"Yeah! A bicycle?"

"Hua Zi, you're so good, you actually got on a bicycle? Tell me, where did you get it?"

"It's not your master's, right? You have to take care of it when you ride it. Don't get it damaged!"

That evening, some aunts and ladies from the courtyard were sitting at the door, chatting and looking around.

Don't underestimate these middle-aged and elderly women. The so-called "Small Foot Detective Team" refers to them.

If there is any disturbance around them, they will be the first to notice it.

Of course, their original intention may just be simple gossip, but the reason and process are not important, the results are the most important.

Sometimes, aunts can always play a magical role!

An aunt raised her eyes and saw someone riding a bicycle at the entrance of the alley. She squinted her eyes and took a closer look, and found that it was Lu Xinhua in the backyard.

The other aunts also noticed it, stood up one after another, and surrounded Lu Xinhua and the bicycle.

The 28-inch large bars and the frame are very strong.

The body of the car is painted in shiny black paint, which makes it look extremely majestic.

"Oh, this seems to be new!"

"Hua Zi, did you buy it?"

The aunts touched the bicycles carefully, with obvious envy in their eyes.

"Yeah! I just bought it!"

Lu Xinhua has been working in the car class for more than two months.

He finally coaxed his master into taking him out for a long run.

I just came back yesterday, and by relying on the tricks used by drivers, Lu Xinhua made a lot of money.

Lu Xinhua is bolder and more flexible than his predecessors.

He earns the most extra money.

I went to the black market and bought a bicycle ticket, and I still had money left to buy a bicycle.

What I didn’t say was one word – buy!

Just after getting off work today, Lu Xinhua went to the department store with money and tickets, and then pushed a Phoenix bicycle.

If it were left to later generations, Lu Xinhua would not look down on such a stupid and ugly iron guy at all.

But, in this era, bicycles are comparable to Maybach.

Oh no, no, it is more fashionable than luxury cars.

Because in later generations, not everyone knows luxury car brands, but in the 1960s, everyone knew the value of bicycles.

"Huh? Hua Zi should be the first young generation in our compound to buy a bicycle."

People seem to compare easily and always like to be ranked "first".

There are more than ten families in the compound, including three or four young people of Lu Xinhua's generation.

Neighbors will inevitably compete among these peers.

In the past, Lu Xinhua was not outstanding.

His personal conditions are good, but his family is too burdensome.

On the contrary, Qiao Jianguo, who is the same age as him, is more respected than him.

There are also one or two children who are two or three years younger than them. After graduating from middle school and starting to look for jobs, they also have the qualifications to compare with "big brothers" like Lu Xinhua.

"Mr. Ma is really Hua Zi's noble person. Ever since I was slapped by her, this Hua Zi is becoming more and more promising every day!"

"Isn't that right? Now I even bought a bicycle!"

Neighbors watched Lu Xinhua speed away on his shiny bicycle and sighed again.

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