Transmigrated as the Villain Boss's Precious Darling-Chapter 57: Going to the City

SMACK!

Raina, who was clearing the table, smacked Goldie Thorne hard on the back.

"Going to the city to paint the town red again, are we? Every time you finish a job, you just have to run off to the city. You don’t do any real work, and you’re almost thirty without even finding a wife. You’ve made me lose so much face!"

Goldie Thorne winced in pain and nimbly jumped away, just dodging Raina’s next slap. His movements were so comical that Tang Xiaonan couldn’t help but laugh. ’This uncle of mine is hilarious,’ she thought. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"Ouch! You’re gonna kill me! I’m going to the city on real business. What’s this about painting the town red...?"

Goldie Thorne cried foul. ’I’d love to go out and have a good time,’ he thought, ’but I’m broke. What woman would even look my way?’

’Even a honey trap wouldn’t target a pauper like him!’

A sudden bitterness welled up in Goldie Thorne’s heart. ’I’m handsome, brave, and resourceful—a man of both looks and talent,’ he thought. ’So how did I end up so broke that I need to bum cigarettes off my two older brothers?’

The guys he grew up with used to follow him around like puppies, but now... they all looked down on him.

Because he was the only one who was still a bachelor.

Their kids were already old enough to run errands.

’Once they became fathers, their whole tone changed. They acted all old and condescending, and even tried to lecture me. Hmph! I, Goldie Thorne, am a man of great ambition and vision. How could I possibly stay cooped up in little Millstone Peak for the rest of my life?’

’Those simpletons just don’t understand my ambitions. Neither does my old lady.’

Goldie Thorne was filled with sorrow. He was bursting with strength and ambition, but had nowhere to apply it. Farming was absolutely out of the question. He had to go to the city and find an opportunity. He’d heard the city had changed a lot. The last time he went was six months ago!

"What ’real business’ could you possibly have? You’re not going. This afternoon, go hoe that plot of land at the foot of the mountain. I’m going to plant potatoes."

Raina didn’t believe a word of her youngest son’s nonsense. He was always idling about, so what ’real business’ could he have? The only real business was hoeing the field for her. They needed to plant more potatoes this year. Potatoes were good; they could be a vegetable dish or fill your stomach.

"I really do have business, Dad!"

Goldie Thorne looked pleadingly at Byron Thorne. He knew there was no hope of his mother giving in.

"What kind of business is it? Tell me," Byron Thorne asked slowly and deliberately.

Goldie Thorne was at a loss for words. He didn’t dare say he was going to the city to find a way to make money. Last year, he had bought some electronic watches wholesale and resold them in the city. The watches cost less than a yuan each wholesale, but he could sell them for about ten yuan in the city, earning him around two hundred yuan.

He had wanted to get more stock, but he had bad luck and got caught by the patrol. He was even sent to a labor camp for a few days. His mother confiscated the money, not leaving him a single cent, and his big brother gave him a sound thrashing. Ever since then, his parents had forbidden him from going to the city.

Byron Thorne saw right through his youngest son’s intentions. ’He’s definitely planning to get into some shady business again.’

’What happened last year had made me too ashamed to even leave the house for a good while. The gossip outside was suffocating to listen to. I would rather my son be a good-for-nothing than do anything against government policy.’

"Uncle, take me to the city to play, okay?" Tang Xiaonan suddenly piped up.

Goldie Thorne was secretly delighted. ’My little niece knows how to play the game,’ he thought. He deliberately put on a miserable face and said, "Uncle can’t go either. Your grandpa and grandma won’t agree."

Tang Xiaonan ran over to Byron Thorne, hugged his arm, and whined, "Grandpa, I want to go to the city... Miles Golding has been to the city to play, but I haven’t... Grandpa..."

Tang Xiaonan, who was getting more and more used to playing the cute little girl, put on a display so heart-meltingly whiny that it could soften a diamond. How could Byron Thorne possibly resist? He looked at his little granddaughter, completely helpless.