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Chapter 120: 077: A slap in the face, turns out Ni Yan was not bragging! 3

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With that, Ni Yang handed the bracelet to Ni Cuihua, “Mom, this bracelet is for you.”

“1 don’t want it!” Ni Cuihua refused, “You should keep what the old lady gave you.”

Ni Yang smiled, “What does it look like for a young girl like me to wear this? Besides, 1 don’t like wearing things on my hand.”

Ni Cuihua continued to refuse, “A woman my age wearing a bracelet would invite ridicule. A bracelet like this should be worn by young girls like you.”

Ni Yang pushed the bracelet into Ni Cuihua’s hand, “Mom, just take it!”

Seeing Ni Yang insisting, Ni Cuihua had no choice but to take it: “Then 1 will keep it for you. When you get married, I will give it back to you as part of your dowry.”

Ni Yang chuckled, “Mom, just wear it yourself.”

Ni Cuihua, not one for showiness, denied, “I won’t wear it, I’m keeping it for you.”

Ni Yang continued, “Anyway, I have already given the bracelet to you. You can do anything you want with it.”

Ni Cuihua turned back to her room and hid the bracelet in a concealed spot.

In the blink of an eye, nearly a month had passed. Ni Yang’s business had been surprisingly good during this time, with a queue of customers waiting for noodles every morning.

This provoked such jealousy in Sun Chunxiang, that she wished for Ni Yang to drop dead on the spot.

Luckily, curses and voodoo dolls were useless; otherwise, Ni Yang might have died hundreds of times.

Interestingly enough, Qian Jinfeng woke up late because of a cold and didn’t prepare breakfast, so she decided to go to the snack street to buy something to eat.

From afar, she saw a long queue at one of the stalls.

Is this a new breakfast stall?

How much money would the boss make from so many customers!

As Qian Jinfeng approached, through the smoke, she saw a profoundly familiar face.

Is this…?

Ni Yang!?

Yes, those stools, that table, that big bucket, that bicycle; they all certainly belonged to Ni Yang!

Once she was sure she wasn’t mistaken, Qian Jinfeng rubbed her eyes and refocused on Ni Yang.

It was Ni Yang!

Indeed, it was Ni Yang!

My goodness!

Turns out Ni Yang hadn’t been bluffing. Her business was indeed booming!

Isn’t that horrifying?

Qian Jinfeng counted and found almost a hundred people waiting in line.

And not only was Ni Yang selling noodles, but she was also selling drinks.

How much money must she be making!

Qian Jinfeng instantly became envious. She forced a smile and walked over to a middle-aged woman who was sitting by the roadside eating noodles, “Big sister, how much did you pay for this bowl of noodles?”

The middle-aged woman replied with a smile: “Not expensive, it’s quite cheap. Only three cents a bowl. Lady, if you want to eat, you should get in line quickly. If you queue now, you might still get a bowl. This young stall owner only makes 700 bowls a day, and once they’re sold out, that’s it.”

Three cents a bowl and she can sell 700 bowls a day.

After getting the exact answer, Qian Jinfeng began to calculate in her mind how much Ni Yang could earn in a day.

She wouldn’t know until she did the math, and once she did, it startled her – Ni Yang could make 210 yuan a day!

That’s 6300 yuan a month!

And this was just from selling noodles, she was selling drinks as well! Ni Yang must be earning at least 9000 yuan a month!

Realizing that the earning could be 9000 yuan, Qian Jinfeng felt even worse than if she had eaten a lemon!

She couldn’t stop the bitterness welling up in her heart.

She owned a small shop that only made about 100 yuan a day, while Ni Yang, who had set up just a stand, was making three times as much as she was!

How frightening was that?

Vigorously subduing her astonishment, Qian Jinfeng didn’t even bother buying breakfast. She just wanted to rush home and tell all of this to Li Dongliang.

Seeing Qian Jinfeng coming back empty-handed, Li Dongliang was somewhat indignant, “Didn’t you say you were going to buy breakfast? Where’s the breakfast?”

Qian Jinfeng said, “Old Li, guess who I saw on the snack street just now?”

“Who?” asked Li Dongliang without even looking up.

“Ni Yang!” Qian Jinfeng spurted out the two words.

Unfazed, Li Dongliang said: “So what if you saw her? She used to brag about her successful business. How is it? Did she look embarrassed and awkward when she saw you?”

What could a young girl like her know about doing business? She’ll probably go bankrupt within a few days.

Caught by Qian Jinfeng now, that young girl won’t dare to even lift her head when she comes to their house to place things.

“Awkward? Why should she feel awkward!” Qian Jinfeng bitterly said: “Her business is doing well! The queue almost reaches the entrance to our store!”

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