A Young Woman's Heart

If it's a no-name brand, it's even cheaper; a new car sells for over a hundred, while a stolen car only costs twenty or thirty.

And in essence, this is a business with no capital, so the price can be driven very low; how much to buy depends entirely on the buyer's skill level.

Would you feel guilty about buying a stolen car?

In reality, it's highly unlikely.

After all, compared to other countries, they are still more in need of money.

Just like how people in this era consider buying pirated game cartridges and pirated books to be normal things.

If you can buy something cheap and decent, why buy something expensive?

Why not save this money and buy something else?

Money doesn't grow on trees.

Ultimately, it all comes down to a lack of economic development.

With no extra money to spend elsewhere, one can only be frugal like this.

That's why there's a market for stolen cars... It's all part of a cycle.

The bicycle shop selling stolen bikes is near a half-finished street that was abandoned. Mo Xueyao remembers that the street was almost finished when she was in elementary school, but it is still not completed. Most of the things are damaged because no one maintains them, and the road is overgrown with weeds taller than a person.

What incredible vitality!

If humans didn't exist in this world, would Earth quickly revert to its past state?

The shop owner is repairing a car. He might have stolen it himself to sell, or he might be helping thieves dispose of stolen goods... who knows?

Although he claimed that these cars were collected from a scrap yard and reassembled, which is why they were so affordable.

"Boss, I want to buy a car." Mo Xueyao greeted him familiarly. Although she hadn't been there many times, she always felt that the boss was the same as before and hadn't changed much.

"Oh, you want to buy bicycles? What kind do you want? How many?" The shop owner, who was assembling bicycles, stood up and wiped the oil stains from his hands onto his black apron.

Yes, that apron was supposed to be pure white...

"Buy one, the kind that can carry a person, a women's bike is fine, as long as it's lightweight and easy to ride," Mo Xiaoxiao said with a smile, making her request.

"Women's bicycles? We have a few. You can come in and take a look." The owner pointed to the shop. Perhaps because it was next to the abandoned street, this repair shop was quite large, with about twenty or thirty bicycles inside. However, not all of them were placed on the ground; some were hung on the wall to save space.

"Are there any more affordable options?" Mo Xiaoxiao then asked.

"Yes, there's the pink one, the yellow one, and the dark purple one," the shopkeeper simply introduced. "They cost 120, 130, and 150 respectively."

"So expensive?" Mo Zhuyou blurted out.

Mo Xueyao was also surprised. Her mother had helped someone buy a bicycle here last year, and it wasn't this expensive back then.

Even before bargaining, it was only a little over a hundred.

However, she quickly realized that they were deliberately raising the price because they were a group of students.

Don't be fooled by the boss's friendly smile; after all, he's a businessman, and who doesn't want to make money?

Even Mo Xueyao's seemingly honest and simple father is actually quite shrewd when it comes to business.

Mo Xiaoxiao ignored the price, and after a moment of contemplation, said, "Can I take out the pink one and try it out?"

"Of course you can." The shop owner hurriedly pulled out the pink bicycle and placed it at the entrance of the shop. "You can try it out here."

Mo Xiaoxiao nodded and immediately got into the car to try it out.

It feels lighter than the previous bike, and I don't know if it's because the owner adjusted it, but it's also very easy and smooth to ride.

The two sisters' previous bicycle was a genuine second-hand bike they bought from someone who wasn't a mechanic and didn't maintain it very well; it was far inferior to this one.

Mo Xiaoxiao was tempted, but she didn't show it. Instead, she parked the bicycle at the door and said calmly, "The handlebars aren't very flexible, and the back seat doesn't seem very sturdy. I hope it won't break."

"How could that be? It's absolutely sturdy, okay?" To demonstrate, the boss sat in the back seat himself. "See, it's rock solid."

Mo Xiaoxiao shook her head again, seemingly still not quite satisfied.

Mo Zhuyou looked at her sister blankly: "If it doesn't work, let's try another one."

For a moment, Mo Xueyao couldn't tell whether her sister was faking it or genuinely believed it.

"If you don't like it, you can try something else," the boss quickly said, trying to persuade them to stay.

Mo Xiaoxiao wasn't in a hurry and tried several cars, while Mo Zhuyou was getting a little impatient.

"Maybe we should try another company," she muttered.

Mo Xueyao is now certain that this is indeed what she thinks.

But in a sense, it was helping Mo Xiaoxiao negotiate the price.

"This pink one, fifty yuan, I guess." Finally, Mo Xiao smiled and started bargaining.

"How could that be? It's more than half the cost! I wouldn't even cover the production cost. Assembling, tuning, and maintaining this car would cost a lot of money!"

Mo Xiaoxiao shook her head, seemingly not planning to buy it.

"Hey, wait a minute, the lowest price is eighty yuan." The shopkeeper immediately lowered the price by forty yuan.

Mo Xueyao couldn't help but give a thumbs up in her heart.

"Fifty, I guess."

"This really won't work, it doesn't even cover my costs, it needs to be at least eighty!"

"That's it."

"Wait, sixty is the lowest price, take it or leave it."

Mo Xiaoxiao pondered for a moment, then turned around and said, "Then you have to give me a car lock, the sturdy kind."

"Sigh... I... never mind, since you're a student, I'll take the loss. Sixty yuan, and I'll even give you a lock for free."

"Okay, then that's settled." Mo Xiao smiled and nodded in satisfaction, taking out some money from her pocket.

Mo Xueyao stood to the side, feeling that even if she watched, she would never be able to learn it...

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Chapter 119 Itching for a Beating

Mo Xiaoxiao invited Mo Xueyao to KFC again, but she declined again. Mo Zhuyou seemed to think it was more cost-effective to buy some chicken legs at the market and cook them at home. It's unclear what the two sisters will do next.

In short, Mo Xueyao said goodbye to them and headed back to the fruit shop.

Occasionally, I also enjoy walking alone on the street, undisturbed by anyone else.

Mo Xueyao narrowed her eyes, recalling many things from her childhood. Those memories fell like leaves, only to be blown away by the wind and swirling in the sky above the ocean of her heart.

I don't know when it started, but I've gotten used to interacting with girls, chatting with them, and spending time with them.

During junior high school, she didn't have much contact with girls. She would almost never talk to them unless necessary, and most of the time she would hang out with her male friends.

At first, she was too afraid to talk too much with the girls, fearing that she would expose herself, but as time went on, she realized that it was nothing and there was no need to be so deliberately cautious.

Although she still couldn't participate in most of the gossip the girls talked about, they were much more familiar with each other than before.

The surgery was performed last autumn, and now it's spring again.

"Time flies..." She closed her eyes, but was jolted back to reality by the 'ding-a-ling' of a bell on her right.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't stand still in the middle of the road! It's dangerous, you know!" a middle-aged man on a bicycle shouted with a mix of reproach and concern.

"Oh, I'm sorry..."

"It's alright, I'll be more careful next time." The uncle said, riding his bike past her, but he still couldn't help turning his head to look at her, muttering to himself, "Tsk, I hope my son can find such a beautiful wife in the future."

The wind carried his words to Mo Xueyao's ears, making her feel ashamed.

But undeniably, since her body began to develop, she has become increasingly attractive as a woman. Perhaps it's due to a gradual change in her temperament, or perhaps it's the subtle release of female hormones.

When she got home, Li Wanyan had only been home for less than half a minute. Her mother was bending down to turn on the valve of the small gas cylinder and put the pot on the portable stove.

"Why are you two so late getting home today? We were waiting for you to come back and cook." The mother turned the gas stove knob a few times to light the fire, skillfully tossed the pan, and poured in some soybean oil from a small, narrow-spouted kettle.

"I helped the homeroom teacher and several other subject teachers input their handwritten test papers into the computer and then printed them out," Li Wanyan replied casually. "Godmother, what are we having for dinner tonight?"

"Stir-fried snow peas, carrot and tofu soup, and mushroom and bamboo shoot soup."

"There's no meat again," Mo Xueyao complained.

"I put a little bit in everything, not much. Don't always think about eating meat every day. Girls need to maintain their figure, you know?" Her mother glanced at her sideways. "You should learn from Yan Yan. Look how much she likes to eat vegetables."

"I'm still developing!" Mo Xueyao protested, pouting.

The mother waited for the oil to heat up before adding the minced meat: "Did Yaoyao also help the teacher enter the test papers?"

"Huh? No, I took a classmate to buy a bicycle, the one you went to last year that sells stolen bikes." Mo Xueyao said, turning her head, "By the way, why do you and Xiaoxue have to enter the test papers for other subjects as well?"

"The class monitor and vice-monitor of Class One also helped."

"So it's all settled?"

"Ah."

"Looks like the monthly exam is coming soon—" Mo Xueyao stretched and yawned, shooing away Su Tang who had taken up the chair, and sat down herself.

"You went with your classmate? What color car did she buy? How much did it cost? What brand is it?"

"Mom, you're so annoying..." Mo Xueyao rolled her eyes impatiently.

The mother tapped the pot with a spatula: "You get annoyed after just a couple of questions? You had even more questions when you were little, and I never found you annoying."

"Uh-huh!" Feeling guilty, Mo Xueyao quickly replied, "It's pink, I think it's called Angel, I bought it for sixty."

"Oh, the price is about right, so you're haggling?"

"Yes, I managed to negotiate the price down."

"Look, everyone around you is so capable, how come you're so useless? You can't even bargain when you go out."

"Hey, hey, don't make me sound like I'm completely worthless!" Mo Xueyao jumped up from her chair and stood next to her mother, somewhat indignantly. "I do have my good points, don't I!"

"Really? How come I didn't know?" The mother said, while stir-frying snow peas and minced meat, listing Mo Xueyao's shortcomings. "She's sloppy, lazy, greedy, naughty, and doesn't even know how to bargain or choose vegetables. If you lived alone, you'd definitely suffer every day!"