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Chapter 1256 Remember to bring her a bouquet of flowers

At this moment, a very comical scene immediately unfolded: the flat-chested little girl was jogging along the road pushing an electric scooter, followed by a traffic policeman on a motorcycle.

To be honest, Miss Yuan and this traffic policeman have a love-hate relationship. It all started when the studio bought an electric scooter specifically for going to the cafeteria to buy food.

Miss Yuan was leisurely riding her newly bought electric scooter back home when she was suddenly stopped by a traffic policeman and fined because she wasn't wearing a helmet.

Then, in order to get revenge, Miss Yuan took the traffic ticket issued by the traffic police as a get-out-of-jail-free card and waved it around in front of the traffic police. She knew what a 24-hour pass was.

Then, a while ago, the Sichuan girl was blocked at the back gate of several universities by students. When the traffic police came to clear the crowd, Miss Yuan was not satisfied and went to have another round.

Well, this traffic cop got his chance. He was planning to fine Miss Yuan for not wearing a helmet as soon as she rode her bike, but she spotted him from afar and immediately used one of Awei's eighteen moves: the old man pushing a cart.

The little girl pushed her electric scooter and ran off. I don't care if you fine me for riding without a helmet, but sorry, I'm pushing the scooter now. What law says you need to wear a helmet to push an electric scooter?

The ten or twenty yuan fine was clearly a drop in the ocean for Miss Yuan, but she wouldn't listen. When Miss Yuan's stubborn temper flared up, she was quite headstrong.

Then this scene unfolded: Miss Yuan was pushing her bicycle in front, while a traffic policeman followed behind, watching to see when she would ride it.

As a result, Miss Yuan got stubborn and pushed her electric scooter all the way to the park.

He then parked his electric scooter to the side, gave a smug snort to the traffic police officer who had followed him, and said, "Still chasing me? I'm home now, hee hee hee! Come on, come and chase me!"

With that, Miss Yuan turned around, wiggled her little bottom a couple of times, and then skipped away.

The traffic police sighed helplessly. They couldn't really follow them, could they? Didn't they see that the other person had already arrived at their destination?

It has to be said that sometimes, even as a traffic policeman, he really wanted to call the police.

He could only turn back sheepishly; clearly, he wouldn't be able to get his revenge today.

As for Miss Yuan, although she was exhausted, she felt incredibly good. She had successfully staged a dramatic escape right under the noses of the traffic police. That was amazing!

"Mo Zai, Mo Zai! I'm here! Is there any water? I'm dying of thirst!"

Just then, Miss Yuan ran over from a distance and started calling out from afar.

Upon hearing this, the group turned to look, and were all stunned. At this moment, Miss Yuan's face was flushed and covered in sweat, as if she had been pulled out of the water.

Upon seeing this, Director Wang quickly took out the water they had prepared and handed it over.

Miss Yuan ran over, snatched the water bottle from her, and then drank most of it in one gulp: "Ah~~ So refreshing!!"

After saying that, he sat down on the curb without any regard for his image.

Seeing this, Lin Mo couldn't help but ask, "Sister Yuan, did you go to a sauna? You're all sweaty!"

"Damn it! I was riding my electric scooter here when some bastards spotted me and followed me the whole way because I wasn't wearing a helmet!" Miss Yuan said indignantly.

Upon hearing this, the Sichuan girl was taken aback: "You got fined again?"

"How could that be? I pushed the cart here. Aren't you awesome?" Miss Yuan said smugly.

Four people:

After hearing this thrilling story, the four of them couldn't help but give Miss Yuan a thumbs up. That was amazing!

"Alright, I've killed a thousand enemies but lost eight hundred of my own. He gained an advantage, but I didn't get any benefit either. I'm exhausted."

"How's it going? How much have you sold?" Miss Yuan asked.

In response, Director Wang said, "I just arrived and haven't opened for business yet. But I came to sell all those so-called books as scrap paper, so I've made some money. That's all for now!"

Upon hearing this, Miss Yuan looked at the small stall in front of them: hair dryers, small individual lamps, small fans, camping chairs, a small washing machine (which could probably wash socks and bitter tea seeds), small shoulder bags, DIY handmade models, a USB drive with several gigabytes of torrents, and a series of other trinkets.

It looks like a lot, but compared to the girls' stall next to it, it's nothing. They even sell eyeshadow and sanitary napkins there.

The store was overflowing with all sorts of trinkets, dolls, clothes, and cosmetics. Many freshmen and sophomores came to browse. No wonder, the legacy left by the upperclassmen was so rich, it was practically a clearance sale.

Those things that look expensive can often be bought for just a few dollars. For example, a camping chair can be sold for five dollars, and a brand-name basketball that's 90% new can be sold for 20 dollars.

Mouse and keyboard, which usually cost several hundred yuan, can be bought for tens of yuan.

Women's cosmetics and skincare products are a bit more expensive. Although they are second-hand, they are still good products and are all genuine. Compared to the original price, the price is practically a steal.

There were even fragrant blankets, all slept in by senior female students.

Of course, those who buy these quilts are either girls or boys. If it's a boy, then the girl at this stall must be pretty.

Although it seems bizarre, you should still keep your eyes open when buying it, since some pretty female seniors have discovered business opportunities.

He met a very beautiful senior student during his freshman year. She would buy quilts for ten yuan, spray them with perfume, and then resell them for 30 yuan, making more than 20,000 yuan a week.

Those old perverts who bought the top-quality, high-quality stuff eventually broke down when they learned the truth. However, the young lady had already graduated and couldn't be found at all. She was quite a prominent figure back then.

Even more remarkably, a senior student once listed his belongings for sale on Xianyu (a second-hand marketplace app) before graduation, but few people came to view them. Then, he had a brilliant idea: he listed his school on Xianyu for 5 yuan, and someone actually paid for it.

Once this was exposed, not only were all the items in his Xianyu (a secondhand marketplace app) account sold, but the final resolution is unknown. However, his school added a new rule: [No listings of the school on Xianyu are allowed].

"Wow, it's so lively here! I wish I had come earlier. Hey? How much do you think I could sell that Emperor Armor and Iron Man suit in my room for?" Miss Yuan asked curiously.

Lin Mo: "Don't be silly. Although some people might buy it, it'll only sell for a thousand yuan at most. Any more than that would be too much trouble!"

"What? I've got that sorted out, it's worth tens of thousands of yuan a set!" Miss Yuan was shocked upon hearing this, and after thinking about it, she gave up the idea of ​​selling her things.

Just then, their stall welcomed its first customer, and Old Zhao quickly went to greet him.

Old Zhao: "Hey bro, what do you want to see?"

Boy: "Can you sell this hair dryer and these two models for 100, boss?"

Old Zhao: "I'm not selling them, bro. The hairdryer isn't worth much, but these two models took me a long time to assemble, and it really hurts to spend the money. How about you give me 270?"

Upon hearing this, the boy smiled and waved his hand, then reluctantly put the model down: "Never mind, boss, I'll come back in a couple of days. If you haven't sold it by then, I'll buy it from you. I need to take the bus to meet my girlfriend tomorrow, and I'm afraid I won't have enough money!"

The boy was young, looking like a freshman or sophomore in college, but when he talked about his girlfriend, his eyes lit up and he spoke very gently, as if this was what love was all about—even if he didn't have much money, he still wanted to give her the best.

Hearing this, Old Zhao felt a lump in his throat, because he had been in the same situation back then, having to carefully calculate his living expenses every month, and even needing his brothers to help him survive in the last few days.

But at the time, he didn't feel bitter; in fact, he was happy to see the other person every day.

Thinking of this, Old Zhao took a deep breath and said, "I'll give it to you, brother."

"No, boss, how about a hundred yuan?" the boy said somewhat embarrassedly.

Upon hearing this, Old Zhao shook his head: "It's alright, just remember to bring your girlfriend a bouquet of flowers when you meet her!"

(End of this chapter)