Traveling through the 1970s: The young wife loves to make trouble

Chapter 197 Deposit
Seeing the confused look on the man's face, Tao Qiuyi knew that if she didn't remind him, he would definitely not think of the invoice.

"It's the evidence that proves you bought this bicycle." Tao Qiuyi finished speaking, and seeing that the man was still confused, she said directly: "It's the invoice the salesperson gave you when you bought the bicycle at the supply and marketing cooperative."

"Invoice..." the man muttered, and suddenly his eyes lit up. He clapped his hands and said, "Yes, invoice. I have an invoice. The invoice for the bicycle is at my home."

"I'll go home and get it. Comrade, please wait. I'll go home and get it right away."

The man walked up to the bicycle and naturally wanted to ride it, but suddenly remembered that the bicycle was going to be sold, so he quickly stopped.

A flash of reluctance flashed through his mind, but he firmly pushed the bicycle in front of Tao Qiuyi. The man said, "Comrade, you take care of the bicycle first. I will go back and get the bicycle invoice right away."

No, do you trust her so much? Tao Qiuyi lowered his eyes to glance at the bicycle and immediately made a decision in his heart.

"You push the bike yourself, and we will go with you. But we won't go into your house. We will just wait outside for you to take out the invoice." After saying that, Tao Qiuyi took a step back and turned to walk towards Wei Jingyuan.

Wei Jingyuan's eyes were always on Tao Qiuyi. Seeing her walking towards him, he also walked towards her.

She had just said, "Men don't shed tears easily, but they do when they are sad." He was very shocked and felt deeply sympathetic.

When he knew his leg couldn't be cured and he had to return to his hometown to recover, he didn't cry. The next day after arriving home, his parents were poisoned, and his grandmother and the others said it was just an illness and there was no need to go to the hospital.

My fourth uncle and several other laborers from the village helped rush my parents to the hospital, but they couldn't be saved. Before she died, my mother grabbed his hand and begged him to raise my younger siblings.

Then he closed his eyes forever, and he cried.

Just as she said, men don’t shed tears easily, but they do when they are sad.

"Wei Jingyuan." Tao Qiuyi walked up to him with a smile, hugged his arms with both hands, and said excitedly: "Come on, let's follow that man to his house to get the bicycle invoice."

Seeing her so happy, Wei Jingyuan raised the corner of his lips and said, "Okay."

This time he didn't take his arm back, letting her hold his arm as he walked towards the gay man, who was thanking the aunt and the middle-aged man.

Thanks to their timely advice, his bicycle was actually sold.

The three of them left.

The aunt and the middle-aged man looked at each other, and the aunt said with a look of regret: "When did my words come true? His bicycle really sold out."

"Looking at the way that young couple is dressed, they are obviously not short of money. That young man is so lucky to have met them." The middle-aged man sighed when he recalled the scene he saw in the supply and marketing cooperative.

Why is the gap between people so big?
On the other side, Tao Qiuyi and Wei Jingyuan followed the man across a street. Seeing that the man was still walking forward, they lowered their eyes to look at Wei Jingyuan's legs.

"Well, comrade, how long will it take to get to your house?" Tao Qiuyi asked with a frown.

The man stopped and looked back, then smiled and replied, "Walk down this street, turn left onto another one, and you'll be there at the end. It's very close."

There's a street on the left and a street on the right, how can he have the nerve to say it's close? Tao Qiuyi walked up to the man and took out fifty yuan from his pocket and handed it to him.

"What does this mean?" The man looked at the fifty yuan in front of him, his voice trembling.

It had been a long time since he had seen so much money. His monthly salary was less than fifty yuan. Who were these two people to be able to casually take out fifty yuan?

Tao Qiuyi said, "It's a deposit for a bicycle." "Deposit? What are you...giving me a deposit for?" The man immediately panicked, worried that Tao Qiuyi couldn't pay. He thought of giving him a deposit first and then paying the rest in a few days, or next month.

But fifty yuan was not enough for him to take his mother to the county for treatment. He could wait a few days or even until next month. He could afford to wait, but his mother's illness could not!

"Comrade, we haven't discussed the price of the bicycle yet. You... you... you don't have enough money with you?" the man asked stutteringly.

Well, that makes sense. Tao Qiuyi put the fifty yuan back into his pocket and asked, "How much do you want the bicycle to sell for? Don't worry, I have enough money to buy a bicycle."

The last sentence is to reassure gay men.

After hearing her words, the man was indeed relieved, but he began to worry about how much the bicycle should be sold for. He didn't dare to name a price, fearing that if the price was too high, Tao Qiuyi and her would turn around and leave, and also worried that if the price was too low, he would suffer a loss.

Seeing the man's dilemma, Wei Jingyuan said, "If you're serious about selling bicycles, we're serious about buying them. The price is negotiable."

"That's right," Tao Qiuyi continued. "You're the seller and have the right to decide the price of the bicycle. Whether we, the buyers, can accept your price is up to us."

The man said worriedly, "If you think the price I offered is too high and you turn around and leave, then I..."

Then where can he find another person who is willing to buy his bicycle?

My classmate who worked at the supply and marketing cooperative had already changed his mind about buying me a bicycle. These two were just strangers I met on the street, and they could change their minds at any time.

It turned out that he was worried about this. Tao Qiuyi glanced at Wei Jingyuan.

Wei Jingyuan was also looking at her, nodded at her, and said, "I'll listen to you."

These words made Tao Qiuyi feel happy.

"Okay." Tao Qiuyi responded happily, looking at the man, "You make the offer, we counter, and the final price is negotiated by both parties."

"Of course, if both the buyer and the seller insist on their own prices and refuse to budge, the deal will naturally fail."

"Even if the deal doesn't go through, it won't be a big loss for you or us, comrade, right?"

There was no loss for them, but there was a loss for him. The man lowered his head and thought over and over again in his mind, considering what price to offer.

Tao Qiuyi and Wei Jingyuan did not disturb him from thinking.

Putting Wei Jingyuan's arm on her shoulder, Tao Qiuyi whispered to him, "There's no place to sit here. Lean closer to me and let your legs rest for a while."

She really was thinking about his legs all the time, and Wei Jingyuan felt warm in his heart. He knew in his heart that she bought the bicycle not for herself, but for him.

"I'll listen to you." Wei Jingyuan responded softly. He did not take back his arm from her shoulder, nor did he let her take the weight of his body.

He shifted his weight to his good leg, resting the leg that had just recovered.

The gay man looked up and saw the two of them leaning against each other intimately, with the man's hand on the woman's shoulder, and his face turned red.

I thought to myself, these two are so bold, hugging and kissing in the street. They are not afraid of being criticized for their bad influence, nor are they afraid of being arrested and brought to the police for being hooligans.