Rebirth: Slice-of-life Cultivation-Chapter 1667 - 907: Overestimating Oneself (Part 2)
Five minutes later, a gentle female voice called to inquire: "Didn’t you say fifteen minutes? May I ask where you are now?"
Listening to the gentle yet indifferent words, Zhang Chi was enraged and sneered: "Bitch, rushing my ass, rushing us to death? I ate your delivery myself!"
The gentle female voice was incredulous, and after a few seconds, she coldly said: "I’m telling you, you will pay the price for your actions!"
Zhang Chi cursed, "Sunshine Deer Court, Building 7, Unit 1, Room 602, right? Keep babbling, and I’ll send your whole family to hell!"
After this warning, the person on the phone immediately quieted down.
"Speak! Speak!" Zhang Chi urged.
No one replied; they just hung up.
Zhang Chi called again, and the other party kept hanging up.
Zhang Chi sent a text: "Dare not answer the phone, I’ll come find you now, you try?"
When he called again, the call was answered.
Zhang Chi: "Bitch, apologize to me! Apologize!"
There was silence on the phone for a few seconds before the gentle female voice returned: "Sorry, I was out of line before, I apologize to you, I’m sorry."
Zhang Chi’s anger subsided quite a bit, and he forgave: "I’m in a good mood now, won’t sweat it with you!"
He hung up and looked back at the upscale community behind him, a place that ordinary people were destined to never live in. He laughed dismissively: "A bunch of weaklings."
Now that he beat up the security guard and cursed the customer, this job introduced by Yan Tianpeng was doomed to be short-lived.
Life was unrestrained, and he suddenly felt the world was free.
Zhang Chi rode to a warm leisure cafe and unpacked the delivery he was supposed to send.
It turned out to be a family bucket with crispy chicken, Orleans chicken wings, Portuguese egg tarts, cola...
"Damn it, it’s quite a feast, now it’s mine!"
Zhang Chi admired the flying snow through the restaurant glass while eating a KFC family bucket, finding it delicious.
His phone rang, and Zhang Chi picked it up to see that his grandmother from the rural area was calling.
Upon hearing the somewhat hoarse and local dialect-infused voice, he said: "Grandson, I heard you earned quite a bit during the New Year, I want to discuss something with you, alright?"
Zhang Chi’s mind pictured his grandmother’s stumbling image, and he replied: "Grandma, speak freely."
The grandmother continued: "Your grandpa grows some vegetables in the greenhouse, sells them at the market every day, it’s a dozen miles from home to the market. He’s old and not good on his feet, can’t ride a bicycle well, he wants to buy an electric tricycle..."
"After grandpa and I sell the vegetables, we’ll pay you back, can you help us?"
Zhang Chi remembered his grandmother, even at such an age, still selling vegetables at unfamiliar markets, squatting by the roadside, and ultimately softened his heart. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺
This winter vacation, he made quite a bit of money, so Zhang Chi said: "I’ll transfer two thousand yuan to Gou Dan from my village, I’ll have him take the money to you, don’t pay it back, you two take care and avoid getting sick from the cold."
After speaking, Zhang Chi sighed, adding to his woes.
Unexpectedly, his grandmother hesitated a bit and said: "Grandson, this money isn’t enough; your grandpa wants to buy a covered electric tricycle, it costs seven to eight thousand!"
Zhang Chi was stunned: "Can’t two thousand get one?"
The phone speaker blared with grandpa’s loud voice: "How’s that possible? Gou Dan’s grandpa rides a seven to eight thousand electric tricycle!"
...
"Brother Ma, too bad you didn’t come, Dong Qingfeng’s treating today, and the barbecue here is really good!"
Guo Kunnan sent a photo, feeling sorry for him.
Ma Shicheng: "Had something to do today, couldn’t make it, but it does look good."
Guo Kunnan, feeling smug: "That’s because it’s captured well! Just now I photographed the barbecue and showed Zhou Jinglan, she praised my Vivo phone’s photography, said it’s better than her iPhone 6."
"Haha, Brother Ma, does this count as attracting her?"
Ma Shicheng didn’t want to dampen the mood originally, but Guo Kunnan was too damned outrageous, really ridiculous!
He cooled him off: "She has high emotional intelligence, deliberately complimenting you, do you really believe it?"
Guo Kunnan was unhappy: "What do you mean, Brother Ma? My Vivo does take good photos!"
Ma Shicheng: "Ask her what phone she plans to buy next."
To prove he’s right, Guo Kunnan immediately asked Zhou Jinglan: "Jinglan, my phone’s photography is good, are you getting a Vivo for your next phone?"
Zhou Jinglan smiled slightly, a hint of helplessness: "I’m used to iPhone, lots of data on it."
Guo Kunnan was dumbfounded.
Looking down, Ma Shicheng sent him a "clown" emoji.
Guo Kunnan doubted his life, never considering this perspective, truly believing Zhou Jinglan envied his phone’s photography.
At this thought, he looked at the eloquent Dong Qingfeng at the table, increasingly feeling inferior by comparison.
But, could Guo Kunnan become like Dong Qingfeng merely through effort?
No, even with effort, innate limitations restrict him, a maximum akin to Ah Quan, and what can that change?
Even as excellent as Dong Qingfeng is, what can he do? In Class Eight, his comprehensive quality might not even rank in the top three.
Honestly, Guo Kunnan was bewildered, witnessing many paths but unable to find his own.
...
Next door, Wealthy BBQ.
Jiang Ning received another message from Shen Qing’e: "After childbirth, hmm, a two-and-a-half-pound hen would be good, how many do you need?"
"Just one."
"Okay, I’ll arrange it today," Shen Qing’e replied. Jiang Ning only needed one hen, yet she had a lot to worry about, needing to choose an appropriate hen and deliver it while keeping her identity hidden.
It was foreseeable that she would need to rack her brains next.
Jiang Ning saw she was quite the actress, and joked: "Alright, next time after childbirth, I’ll buy hens from you."
These simple words wounded Shen Qing’e, her heart ached again.
In Jiang Ning’s mind, what did she amount to?
Having dealt with Shen Qing’e, Jiang Ning’s Divine Sense shifted, his face turning towards the window.
The street lamps’ glow made the drifting snowflakes glisten. A man in a suit and a woman in a wedding dress bathed in the snow, adjusting poses as the flash kept firing.
"Wedding photo..." Xue Chuchu gazed at the newlyweds downstairs, her bright eyes reflecting joy.
Xue Yuantong noticed Chuchu slacking off, she picked up a tong and turned the beef grilling on the stove.
She quietly said to Jiang Ning: "Chuchu loves watching brides, she always secures a good spot whenever there’s a wedding in the village."
Jiang Ning was amazed: "Her little legs are quite quick at scrambling."
Xue Chuchu heard and her eyes paused, somewhat embarrassed: ’When will Jiang Ning mature a bit?’
She pursed her lips and emphasized pointedly: "I arrive early."
Jiang Ning: "No contradiction, no contradiction."
He glanced at Tongtong: "Don’t you enjoy watching?"
Tongtong enjoyed the barbecue indifferently: "Just okay."
She found it awkward with so many people watching, and just thinking about it made Tongtong uncomfortable, wishing to hide behind Jiang Ning.
Jiang Ning pondered for a while, noticing a hint of longing from Xue Chuchu’s reaction.
Although Jiang Ning thought the so-called wedding ceremony was embedded with consumerism, like Ma Shicheng said that day, the college exam is a once-in-a-lifetime, why didn’t you strive to enter Qingbei?
But, ultimately, it depends on the person. If Xue Chuchu demands a grand wedding, he would strive to realize it, but if the girl is somewhat homely, he wouldn’t care.
In the world, there’s neither right nor wrong, only suitable matches, so it goes for weddings, bride price, and life alike.
As for Tongtong’s thoughts, Jiang Ning found them hard to decipher, he asked: "What did you think when you saw others getting married?"
Xue Yuantong matter-of-factly: "When will they serve the dishes?"
Jiang Ning:...
Xue Chuchu smiled wryly, teasing Jiang Ning’s redundancy.
