Transmigrating into a Book in the 80s: After Giving Up, I Was Pampered by a Rough Man

The topic changed so quickly that Zhang Wenyuan didn't react in time.

"Oh, I'm back!"

After realizing what had happened, he slapped his thigh and quickly pulled a neatly folded telegram from his shirt pocket and handed it over.

"My cousin agreed, so it'll be five thousand five hundred yuan, as we agreed!"

"He said that as long as the money is in place, we can go to the housing management office to complete the procedures at any time!"

Jiang Mian took the telegram, her slender fingers unfolding the pages. After just one glance, a satisfied smile appeared on her lips.

well.

All is ready except for the opportunity.

And this favorable wind will blow tomorrow.

……

That afternoon, an explosive piece of news spread like wildfire through the streets and alleys of the county town.

"Have you heard? The batwing shirt that Zhang Xiaoyan from the performing arts troupe wore is going to be sold outside the department store tomorrow morning!"

"Really? Didn't they say it was impossible to buy?"

"It's absolutely true! My second aunt's neighbor's third aunt's granddaughter works at a textile factory, and she said that this batch of goods was rushed out of their factory by working overtime! I heard that it was designed by a master designer brought in from out of town, and they only made this batch; once it's sold out, it's gone!"

"Oh my god, we'd better hurry and get in line! They'll definitely be gone if we're too late!"

"How much is it?"

"It seems to be... fifteen yuan!"

"What?! Fifteen yuan?!"

The price made many people gasp, but that gasp was quickly suppressed by an even stronger desire.

expensive?

It's expensive!

Just imagine how Zhang Xiaoyan would look in that outfit!

Just imagine how everyone will envy you when you wear it!

Compared to that, fifteen yuan doesn't seem so unacceptable if you grit your teeth and try!

Moreover, the message clearly stated that the quantity was limited and would be gone once sold out!

In an instant, all the girls who were still hesitating had their worries replaced by the panic of "not being able to get it".

……

The next day, the sky was just beginning to lighten with the first hint of dawn.

A few figures had already appeared at the entrance of the department store.

By six o'clock in the morning, the line had already stretched for more than ten meters.

By 7:30, the entire square in front of the department store was packed with people.

Looking around, all I could see were heads, a dense, dark mass.

Over 90 percent of them were young women, and some were men queuing up for their daughters or boyfriends.

Li Weidong and a dozen or so workers from the textile factory temporarily set up a sales point using several long tables.

When they arrived in their Liberation trucks, carrying 600 neatly folded batwing shirts, everyone was stunned by what they saw.

"My goodness..." A young worker's legs were trembling. "Section Chief Li, these... these people are all here to buy clothes?"

Li Weidong was so nervous that his palms were sweating. He had lived for almost thirty years and had never seen anything like this before.

They're buying things like they're free; this isn't buying clothes, it's practically robbing people!

He suddenly remembered Jiang Mian's words from yesterday: "I'm afraid the situation will get out of control."

At the time, he thought it was a bit of an exaggeration, but now it seems incredibly prescient!

"Don't panic!" Li Weidong shouted, trying to remain calm. "Stand still! We're employees of a state-owned textile factory, we can't panic!"

He directed the workers to move boxes of clothes onto the table, and then found several strong male colleagues to join hands and form a human wall in front of the table.

"Please don't push! Sales start promptly at 8:00 PM, everyone has a chance!"

But his voice was quickly drowned out by the clamor of the crowd.

"Comrade, sell it to me first! I'll give you fifteen dollars and ten cents!"

"I've been waiting here since last night! Let me buy first!"

"I want red! The kind of red that Zhang Xiaoyan wore!"

The crowd grew increasingly agitated, with those in front being pushed and shoved by those behind, constantly colliding with the fragile human wall.

Li Weidong felt like a small boat in a storm, about to be swallowed up by the frenzied crowd.

"Time's up! Sales begin!"

At 8:00 AM sharp, with Li Weidong's order, the cashiers and delivery clerks who had been waiting for a long time immediately began to get busy.

"I want a red one!" A girl at the front of the line excitedly slammed a crumpled wad of cash onto the table.

"Okay!" The cashier hurriedly took the money, counted it quickly, and stuffed it into the cash box next to her.

Another worker quickly pulled a red batwing shirt from the box and handed it over.

The girl grabbed the clothes as if she had found some priceless treasure, clutching them and squeezing out of the crowd, her face beaming with satisfied joy.

Once there's a first, there's a second, a third...

The situation was completely out of control.

The people behind couldn't wait any longer and pushed their way forward desperately, holding their money high in their hands.

"Give me one! Any color is fine!"

"Comrade! It's my money! Take my money first!"

"Stop pushing! My shoes are being stepped on!"

The table creaked as it was pushed around by the crowd, and the human wall formed by several tall and burly male colleagues was knocked about and looked like it was about to fall apart.

"Quick! Go get someone!" Li Weidong shouted anxiously to a quick-thinking worker next to him, his forehead covered in sweat.

"Go to the department store security office and quickly call someone to maintain order!"

The workers scrambled out of the building.

Meanwhile, at the sales point, things were in complete chaos.

The workers collecting the money didn't even have time to count it; as soon as they saw that the amount handed over was about right, they would grab it and put it into the money box.

The workers distributing the clothes didn't care about the color; they just grabbed whichever piece they could and handed it out.

Red, blue, yellow...

One by one, brand-new batwing shirts were passed from hand to hand with longing.

The girl who managed to grab the clothes happily squeezed out of the crowd.

The girl who didn't manage to grab one was so anxious she almost cried.

The whole scene can only be described in two words—madness!

Zhang Wenyuan stood by the window on the second floor of a department store not far away, looking at the scene below that was so chaotic it was almost out of control. His hand holding the teacup was trembling slightly.

Standing next to him were Jiang Mian and Lu Ting.

"Sister-in-law...you...you..." Zhang Wenyuan stammered, unable to utter a complete sentence for a long time.

He wanted to say "You're amazing," but felt that the word was not enough to describe the shock he felt at that moment.

This isn't selling clothes; it's clearly stuffing money into sacks!

Jiang Mian remained calm, leaning lazily against Lu Ting, holding a peach shortbread in her hand and nibbling on it.

"Director Zhang, don't get agitated, it's just routine procedure."

Standard procedure?

Upon hearing this, Zhang Wenyuan nearly choked.

He'd lived half his life and never seen such a routine operation!

Looking down at the frenzied crowd below, and then at his composed wife beside him, Lu Ting's eyes were filled with a pride and self-satisfaction that he himself was unaware of.

This is his wife.

They always manage to do the most amazing things with the most relaxed attitude.

The chaos downstairs was finally brought under control after the department store security officers arrived.

People were asked to line up again, and although it was still crowded, there was at least some order.

However, the number of clothes is limited.

It's not even nine o'clock yet.

That is, less than an hour after it went on sale.

The last bright yellow batwing shirt was snatched up by a lucky girl.

Standing behind the empty table, Li Weidong, his voice already hoarse, loudly announced to the still long line of people behind him:

"Sold out! All of today's batwing shirts are gone!"

"What? It's gone?"

"How could it be gone? I queued for three hours!"

"Comrade, are you still selling tomorrow? When will you be selling again?"

A huge wave of disappointment and resentment erupted from the crowd.

Li Weidong cleared his throat and said loudly, "We don't even know when the next batch of goods will arrive!"

Please pay attention to the notice from our county textile factory!

After saying that, he directed the workers to protect the large wooden crates filled with money, and under the escort of the security guards, they fled the scene in a disheveled yet excited manner.

Meanwhile, on the outskirts of the crowd, a figure stood frozen in place.

Su Rou stared intently at the "While supplies last" wooden sign that had been knocked over by the crowd, her knuckles turning white from gripping the strap of her handbag so tightly.

Batwing shirt...

How could she not recognize him!

In my past life, this thing didn't arrive in this small county town until the end of 1984 or the beginning of 1985, when it was the most fashionable "Guangzhou product"!

But it's only autumn of 1983!

who is it? !

Who on earth brought all of this forward by more than a year?!

A sudden rush of light filled her mind, and Jiang Mian's pretty yet languid face appeared uncontrollably in her mind.

From contracting fishponds and producing lead-free preserved eggs to this batwing shirt...

Every step this woman takes is a step towards seizing the opportunities that should belong to the future!

A tremendous sense of panic and jealousy gripped Su Rou's heart like a venomous snake.

"How could this happen?"

"Could it be... that she was also reborn?"

"No, this is impossible!!!"