Chapter 77: I Can Bend or Stand Tall

Da Dan and Er Dan’s faces immediately tensed up. They looked at Chen Yan, their hands unconsciously clenching into fists at their sides.

“What, you’re not convinced?” Chen Yan was fuming. “This so-called ‘social experience’—it’s just a trick to fool kids like you who don’t know any better!”

These days, even laid-off workers doing small businesses will hide when they see acquaintances!

If that’s how laid-off workers act, what about those street vendors who aren’t even retired workers? Who were they before? What did they do?

Don’t you ever think about that?

If any of the old friends of the Chen family saw this—

Chen Yan didn’t even dare to imagine it. She simply started helping to pack up the stall. “I really don’t know what Su Qinghu is thinking. At your age, with your little bodies, even if you don’t consider anything else, even if you manage to sell something, can you even keep the money safe?”

Da Dan and Er Dan were about to stop her. Just as they reached out, they saw someone silently standing behind Chen Yan.

The two of them instantly froze.

“Mama, please don’t say anything.” Just as Chen Yan reached for the little basket, someone tugged at her sleeve.

She turned around but didn’t see anyone.

“Mama, I’m down here.” Qian Duoshu tugged her sleeve again.

Chen Yan looked down and finally saw her own son. “Why are you here alone? Where’s your dad? Where are your grandma and grandpa?”

“I’m not alone.” Four-year-old Qian Duoshu frowned, glanced back to make sure the beautiful, smiling Su Qinghu was still there, then turned back and said, “I came with Auntie.”

Following her son’s gaze, Chen Yan finally noticed Su Qinghu—dressed in loose black pants, a blue silk shirt with floral prints, her hair styled in voluminous waves.

Su Qinghu smiled and waved, “Hello, big sister-in-law.”

There was a teasing undertone in her greeting.

How could Chen Yan not pick up on it?

She did, and it made her a bit embarrassed. But looking at Su Qinghu, so dazzling and drawing glances from passersby, her embarrassment faded, replaced by a surge of dissatisfaction at Su Qinghu’s appearance and style.

But just as she was about to say something, Su Qinghu’s gaze shifted away. She shot a playful look at the two kids, tossed her fluffy waves, and asked, “Do you like it?”

Da Dan stared at her freshly styled waves, lips pressed tight, saying nothing, but the shock in his eyes was impossible to hide.

So, when you think someone is already beautiful, they can become even more beautiful...

Er Dan’s eyes sparkled as he responded loudly, “You look amazing!”

She really did look amazing~~~

He’d noticed her as soon as she arrived!

Heh, no one’s mom was as pretty as theirs!

Su Qinghu was already fair-skinned and beautiful, with a long neck, elegant collarbones, and a tall, slender figure—her overall presence was striking. With her hair in big waves and the top two buttons of her silk shirt undone, revealing a hint of her delicate collarbone, she lifted her chin slightly, radiant enough to dazzle anyone!

Being admired by the two kids, Su Qinghu’s red lips curled higher and higher, finally revealing a row of pearly white teeth as she beamed, “You’ve got great taste!”

When it comes to selling things, you have to find your target customers, tell them a few stories—whether emotional or mysterious—throw in some praise for the country’s economic development and national pride, and once you’ve made them happy, the rest comes naturally.

It’s just like in tourist cities nowadays: having beautiful scenery and cultural sites isn’t enough—you need famous people, passionate or romantic stories, even if it’s just a few rocks on a mountaintop. If you can find an angle to make them look like people or animals, you’ve got a selling point!

Once you have a selling point, everything else falls into place.

So, there’s a saying about how local tourism resources and tour guides complement each other: “Whether the scenery is beautiful or not, it all depends on the guide’s mouth.”

When Su Qinghu picked up the little basket to start selling, she deliberately gave each item a unique story or meaning. That way, there was atmosphere, there was a story, and the selling point was clear.

With good products and smooth communication, once people are happy, they’re more likely to buy.

So, Su Qinghu quickly sold out her goods, then took a customer who’d helped her find buyers to a hair salon, guided the stylist, and helped the foreign lady customer get a hairstyle everyone was happy with.

Of course, to build rapport, she got her own hair done too.

The result was unexpectedly fantastic!

Su Qinghu was delighted with the money she’d earned and even happier to spend it, and she ended up buying a few lipsticks and other things with her new friend.

“Zhang Anyan, little friend,” Su Qinghu winked at Da Dan, “I spent money again today~~~”

Zhang Anyan—Da Dan—gritted his molars. He’d originally planned to ignore her spending, but being called out so provocatively, he couldn’t help himself.

He unclenched his jaw, put on a stern face, and said, “Can I control how you spend your money? Would you even let me?”

Su Qinghu grinned, “Of course not.”

“Then why are you telling me?” Da Dan puffed his cheeks in frustration, glaring at Su Qinghu. “Do you want me to praise you or something?”

“Huh?” Su Qinghu feigned surprise, teasing him, “Do you want to praise me?”

Da Dan immediately turned his head away, refusing to look at her.

Su Qinghu scooted over, deliberately moving into his line of sight. “If you want to praise me, just do it. You have freedom of speech, you know. Zhang Anyan, please, don’t hold back—praise me as much as you want!”

Da Dan’s face turned red. After holding it in for a while, he finally muttered, “…You’re so shameless.”

“Thank you for complimenting my youthful skin,” Su Qinghu shamelessly reinterpreted his words, then reached out to ruffle his hair. Changing the subject, she asked, “How many are left?”

Er Dan puffed out his cheeks, lips pressed tight, watching Su Qinghu ruffle his brother’s hair and smile at him, but not talking to him. He felt utterly left out.

“I sold three, big brother sold one, so we have six left,” he mumbled, drooping his head.

This time, Su Qinghu looked at him, but didn’t say anything.

Under her gentle, smiling gaze, Er Dan gradually gathered his courage and decided to take back his earlier silent treatment. “Can we make up?”

Before Su Qinghu could reply, he hurriedly added, “I can go shopping with you, too.”

Looking at his hopeful eyes, Su Qinghu wagged a finger, “Nope. A real man keeps his word.”

“I’m not a real man, I’m just a kid.” Er Dan’s pride was like summer weather in a southern city—sunny one moment, raining the next. As long as they could make up, he’d say anything, flexible as could be.

Su Qinghu took a step back and pointed at Qian Duoshu, who’d been quietly listening. “Now that’s what a real kid looks like.”

[End of chapter. The story is now officially on the shelves! I hope everyone will continue to support me. I’ve never competed for the rankings before, but I’ll give it a try this time. For every 30 monthly votes, I’ll add another chapter~~~]"