Back to the 1970s: Building My Fortune Through Time Trading-Chapter 387: Creepy Guy

"Everyone pay attention in class, don’t let some disreputable people disrupt our lesson."

She spoke with an implied meaning.

This person really has no memory, provoking every time, yet never getting anything good from her—what’s the point?

She waved at Chen Tieshan and his group: "Brother Chen, I’ll treat you to a meal another day when I have time, I’ve got something to do so I won’t see you off."

With that, she plopped down next to the female classmate who had just greeted her.

The female classmate wasn’t too happy: "Su Xiaoxiao, we’ve been desk mates for a while now, and you don’t even remember my name. Please don’t sit in my spot..."

Before she finished speaking, Su Xiaoxiao shoved a handful of Big White Rabbit candies into her hands, and she immediately changed her tune: "Xiaoxiao, move a bit over here, it’s more spacious."

"Oh, by the way, my name is Wang Fangfang, you remember, right?"

Su Xiaoxiao: "..."

With this girl’s penchant for being petty, even if she didn’t remember she’d have to recall it.

Smiling broadly, she nodded: "Of course I remember, you were so skinny when you were little, skinny like a stick."

Wang Fangfang: "..."

Her family conditions were relatively good in the village, chubby since she was young.

This girl clearly didn’t remember her at all.

She wanted to get angry but looked at the Big White Rabbit candies in her hand and forcefully held it in—fine, she had to swallow her words and accept the candy.

Zhang Dongmei hadn’t expected Su Xiaoxiao to shamelessly sit down, her face suddenly looked even more displeased.

Just then, someone suddenly raised their hand from below: "Teacher, did you write the word ’撒’ incorrectly?"

The speaker was a guy, named Wang Dazhi, in his forties, and famously a bachelor in the village, wandering aimlessly, doing petty thieving and other shady things, or teasing the young women and wives in the village.

He looked nonchalantly at Zhang Dongmei, his gaze moved down from her collar.

Staring back at him, Zhang Dongmei felt nauseated: "What are you looking at? That’s how ’撒’ is written, where’s the mistake?"

Wang Dazhi laughed wryly and moved closer: "Come on, Teacher Zhang, let me help you fix it, the character should be written like this..."

He said it while directly reaching out to grab Zhang Dongmei’s hand.

Zhang Dongmei’s face turned red instantly, not from shyness, but from anger.

This old bachelor wasn’t much younger than her mom and yet had the audacity to take advantage of her. Unbelievable.

She struggled to pull her hand away forcefully, but her strength was not equal to a man’s, leading her to curse angrily in shame: "Let go, let go, I’ll report you to the police for harassment if you don’t!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Dazhi became even more excited: "Did everyone hear that? Teacher Zhang is accusing me of harassment, so should I stand up to the name?"

As he said that, he pouted his lips wanting to kiss Zhang Dongmei’s face.

Who knew before he could touch her, he got slapped hard, turning his face aside.

Zhang Dongmei hadn’t anticipated someone would help her, looking up to see it was Su Xiaoxiao, the expression on her face was like she had swallowed a fly.

She never expected the person helping would be Su Xiaoxiao.

Su Xiaoxiao didn’t like Zhang Dongmei, but she disliked this sleazy man even more.

"You brat, are you looking for trouble!"

Seeing he was slapped by a girl, Wang Dazhi felt humiliated, he swung his arm round to hit back but before he could, his wrist was seized tightly.

"Damn it, who’s interfering... ah ah ah..."

Before finishing his words, he was silenced, screaming like a chicken.

Su Wenbing aimed a couple of punches at Wang Dazhi’s face—dare to bully his sister, courting death.

Wang Dazhi was merely a paper tiger, useless despite being formidable-looking; facing Su Wenbing’s aggressive gaze, his arrogance immediately deflated.

"Brother, Brother, let’s just talk, no need to resort to violence, alright?"

Su Wenbing grabbed him like a chick: "Apologize to my sister."

Wang Dazhi: "..."

Clearly he was the one who got beaten up, yet why should he be the one to apologize?

Seeing Su Wenbing’s clenched fist, he quickly complied: "I’m sorry, sister, it was all my fault earlier."

Su Wenbing disdainfully let him go: "Get lost!"

Released, Wang Dazhi ran off, using both his hands and feet.

Su Wenbing tidied his disheveled clothing, looking at his own sister, returning to his usual honest and calm self:

"Sister, mom asked me to call you home for a meal."

Su Xiaoxiao brushed herself off: "Okay."

Passing by Wang Fangfang, she waved: "Whatever Wang... see you later, thanks for your spot."

Then promptly followed her brother out.

Wang Fangfang fell silent, Wang Fangfang frantically fumed, this girl still didn’t remember her name!

However... her gaze fell on the tall figure ahead, her eyes glowing brightly.

Seems like being a sister-in-law to Su Xiaoxiao wouldn’t be so bad.

Su Xiaoxiao still hadn’t realized her brother was getting attention, she was busy planning her business trip.

Of the three thousand old-fashioned wall clocks, only a dozen were left—all thanks to quickly pulling them from the shelves, otherwise they’d have sold out.

The business trip was supposed to be for selling clocks, but with the clocks nearly sold out before she started, what should she do?

Luckily, she kept a few aside, selling symbolically would do, after all she’s now the sales manager, every sales order goes through her, as long as money flows in, no one would wonder where she sold the goods.

Thinking this, she realized the position of sales manager seemed tailor-made for her.

During dinner, Su Xiaoxiao shared her plans for a business trip with her family.

Upon hearing her daughter dealt with an order for three thousand wall clocks and swore to a deadline, Liu Cuilan felt faint again.

Three thousand units, and mere stock items—who would be crazy enough to buy such things?

These department store leaders have no shame, how could they dump such a heavy sales task on her youngest girl?

She was immediately unsettled: "No way, tomorrow I’ll talk to your general manager, this is deceitful! There are so many people in the department store, why push such a heavy sales task onto you alone? Selling is their credit, failing is your burden alone. We can’t do it, even if it means giving up your managerial position for doing such thankless work."

Liu Cuilan felt a mix of disappointment and anger: "You’ll come with me tomorrow. We’re not going on this trip."

A single young girl running around is dangerous, plus what if she couldn’t sell—how would she handle those stock items herself?

"Not waiting, let’s go find your manager right now!"

Liu Cuilan jumped up, lost her appetite, and was set to drag Su Xiaoxiao out.

Seeing her mom’s agitated look, Su Xiaoxiao hurriedly held her back: "Mom, don’t get worked up, it’s just three thousand wall clocks. Your daughter almost sold them all already."

If she hadn’t pulled them off the shelves quickly, they’d have likely sold out by now.

"How’s it possible? That’s three thousand units, don’t try fooling me!"