Double Life: My whole world is you

When Cheng Qiao and his friends walked to the Guanghua Middle School bus stop, Zhang Yandi appeared at the entrance of their community after his fifth round of walking, and the two of them missed each other perfectly again. When he finished walking around Guanghua Middle School again, he saw that it was already half past five, and he had no choice but to start his journey back. [School will officially start tomorrow on the 1st, she should come, right? ]

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Cheng's mother took the three of them out at 3:30. At 5:30, they had been shopping for two hours. They bought a thermos bottle, a bucket, a basin, a clothes hanger, a toothbrush cup, toothpaste, two towels, a quilt and a quilt cover. After comparing prices and quality at many stores, they only had 5 yuan left out of the 100 yuan to buy these.

After two hours of shopping, Cheng Qiao was really tired. As a result, Cheng's mother became more and more excited and insisted on dragging Cheng Qiao to buy clothes. Cheng Qiao couldn't resist, so she followed her to shop for clothes. However, Cheng's mother asked her to try on very cute skirts. After seeing her try them on, Cheng's mother nodded with satisfaction, but Cheng Qiao shook her head helplessly again and again. After taking off the fifth skirt, Cheng Qiao pouted and said, "Mom, can I choose by myself?"

"You have poor taste. These skirts look so good on you." Cheng's mother sighed as she touched the skirt.

"Skirts are not as convenient as pants." Cheng Qiao didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Other parents want their children to dress simply, but you insist on making me dress so fancy."

"Okay, you choose." Cheng's mother compromised.

But when Cheng Qiao chose a short grey T-shirt and a pair of black sweatpants, she couldn't help but say, "If I were your age and in this era, I wouldn't be as unfashionable as you."

Cheng Qiao reminded her, "Mom, I'm still in junior high school."

Cheng's mother stared at the skirts and said, "If you like it, buy this one!"

Cheng Qiao was also tired from shopping and didn't want to move anymore, so she asked the lady boss next to her, "How much is this set?"

"This set is 180," said the proprietress.

Cheng Qiao's first reaction was that it was too expensive, and she was still thinking about lowering it to 150, but Cheng's mother directly said, "30."

Hearing what Cheng Ma said, the lady boss curled her lips speechlessly, "Big sister, how can you bargain like that?"

"30 is not a small amount. If you sell, I will buy." Cheng's mother said calmly.

"Big sister, we really can't sell it for 30." The proprietress responded.

Cheng Qiao thought that thirty was too low for Cheng Ma, but Cheng Ma didn't indulge the boss lady and pulled the three of them to leave. Seeing that they were about to leave, the boss lady quickly stood up and held Cheng Ma, "Sister, I really want to sell it, if you really want to buy it, just add a little more!"

"It's the same price. Thirty is not low." Cheng's mother refused to budge.

"Big sister, add a little more, 120." The proprietress agreed for the first time.

"30." Cheng's mother still said the same thing.

"Big sister, are you serious about buying this?" The lady boss was a little angry. "You should at least add a little more!"

"Of course I want to buy it! My child also likes it." Cheng's mother said, "It's you who doesn't want to sell it!"

"Big sister, I really want to do your business. How about this, each of us make a concession, 90." The proprietress gritted her teeth and gave in for the second time.

"30." Cheng's mother still said the same thing.

“Forget it, forget it. I see you really don’t want to buy it.” The proprietress looked like she really didn’t want to sell it.

Cheng Ma pulled the three people standing aside to watch the show and left. However, just after they took three steps, the proprietress came over and grabbed Cheng Ma, "Big sister! Can you at least add a little more!"

Cheng Qiao saw that it was not easy for the boss lady to pull it like this, and thought that she couldn't make much money with just a few dozen yuan, so she pulled Cheng's mother's sleeve and called softly, "Mom..."

Cheng's mother glanced at Cheng Qiao, frowned and shook her head at her, but also said to save face, "Add 5 yuan, 35."

"Sister, please give us a little more! Our fare is more than five dollars!" The proprietress said, pulling Cheng's mother.

"You see, it's my child who really wants it. If it were my own, I would definitely not add it." Cheng's mother replied calmly.

"How about this! Your child will also find the clothes good, and he will surely be successful if he wears them. We are also destined to be together, so just consider this set of clothes as something I brought back on the way. I'll take back 55, plus 5 yuan for fare, so it's 60 all together." The proprietress agreed for the third time.

"35, I've already added it to you. I think you are not sincere in doing this business." Cheng's mother prepared to leave again.

"Oh my goodness! Can you at least add a little more? We really can't sell it for 35!" The proprietress was so anxious that she jumped up and down.

"We really want to buy it, but you, the boss, don't want to sell it. Forget it." Cheng's mother shouted to the three people sitting nearby, "Qiao, Weiwei, Zhuzi, let's go!"

"Big sister, 40 yuan, if you want it, take it. If you don't want it, I really can't do anything about it." The proprietress gave in for the fourth time.

Cheng Qiao stood up and looked at the boss lady in shock. The 180-yuan dress was directly reduced to 40 yuan. She thought Cheng's mother would pay for it immediately, but Cheng's mother was unmoved, "35 yuan, if you sell it, I will buy it. If not, I will look for other places."

The proprietress looked at Cheng Ma without answering. Cheng Ma picked up her three children and left. Just as she was about to go to the shop next door to take a look, the proprietress came over, took Cheng Ma in her arms and lowered her voice, "Big sister, I'll sell it to you for 35."

Cheng's mother looked back at Cheng Qiao and asked, "Do you really like that dress?"

"Ah?" Cheng Qiao blinked. She didn't particularly like it, but it was fun to see you guys arguing. However, she felt bad for arguing with the proprietress for such a long time without buying anything, so she nodded.

"Okay then, let's buy it." Cheng Ma took the three of them and followed the proprietress into their store.

After paying and getting the clothes, Cheng Qiao felt like she was still in a dream. She bargained down the 180-yuan dress to 35 yuan. Before leaving, the lady boss kept saying, "Sister, I didn't make any money from this dress. I even lost money. Please take care of me when you have business in the future."

"I have several children at home. If they want to wear nice clothes, they will definitely buy more from you again." Cheng's mother also replied politely.

But after leaving the market, Cheng's mother sighed, "She made an extra 5 yuan."

"Mom, a set of clothes costs 35 yuan, she doesn't make much money, right?" Cheng Qiao said tentatively, "Her initial price was 180!"

"They are ruthless when selling clothes! They love to rip customers off." Cheng's mother said, "Remember next time, if I'm not here, you should remember the formula when you come to buy clothes by yourself, remove one zero from the price quoted by the boss and then halve it."

"Great!" Cheng Qiao gave her a thumbs up. She managed to get 35 yuan for this half-hour extreme pulling.

It was already past 2.5:, and the necessities had been bought. Cheng's mother thought that it would cost yuan for several people to take a bus back, which could buy a dish. So she waited at the intersection for two minutes, but when no car came, she hurriedly urged everyone to hurry up. In the end, everyone took half an hour to walk back with their things. Wei Wei said goodbye at the gate of their community, "Qiaoqiao, you have to go to school tomorrow, so I can't come to see you off. I guess we can only see each other during the Chinese New Year. Remember to think of me!"

"Okay, I will." Cheng Qiao nodded and waved at her.

The three climbed up the stairs. Cheng Qiao and Cheng Zhu sat on the floor and didn't want to get up. Cheng's mother took a three-minute break and then got up to cook. At this time, Zhang Yandi had already come home and finished his meal and was packing up. Zhang's father was still persuading him, "Yandi, we are not far away. You can come back and sleep at night!"

"It's okay, Dad. I will concentrate on my studies at school." He put the English materials beside him into his schoolbag, but there was a hint of sadness in his eyes. [Will I see you tomorrow? ]