Reborn on My Wedding Night: This Time, I Won't Fail My Soldier Husband
"What are you asking for?"
Dong Shuyao blushed and glared at him: "Shut your little mouth."
He didn't get angry at being told off like that; he just followed Dong Shuyao with a gaze full of affection.
Professor Dong was truly relieved this time.
That's great. His son-in-law is just like him—both afraid of their wives.
They'll have plenty to talk about in the future.
The items Shen Zhinian brought to the second-hand market were rare pieces that didn't usually appear.
But whenever they did, they were hot commodities.
Unfortunately for him, he ran into his factory supervisor while setting up his stall.
Shen Zhinian’s persona at the factory was that of a wealthy young man who lacked for nothing, with relatives doing business overseas.
Although the supervisor wasn't poor, he was still a bit reluctant to spend over a thousand yuan on these brand-new items.
As a "wealthy young man," Shen Zhinian knew the value of these items and had taken such good care of them that they still looked brand new.
He had listed them for eight hundred, hoping to make a profit.
As it turned out, the first person to ask was his own supervisor. Gritting his teeth, he sold them for only four hundred and eighty.
The supervisor went home happy, but he had to pay twenty yuan out of his own pocket to Dong Shuyao.
After finishing dinner at home, Shen Zhinian finally delivered the five hundred yuan: "Lu Yuzhou, tear up the IOU."
Lu Yuzhou let go of the bicycle handlebars and braced the frame with his thigh to keep Dong Shuyao from falling off.
He handed the IOU to Shen Zhinian, who tore it to shreds and threw it at Lu Yuzhou before storming off in a huff.