After a flash marriage, I became the beautiful wife of a wealthy heir

The middle-aged man walked up to them, looked at Wenxiu, then at the old woman, and the fat on his face trembled.

"Why are you occupying my territory? Hurry up and set up stalls at the other ends of the street while there is still space."

Wenxiu turned her head to glance at the fat man, was stunned for a moment, and then looked at him in surprise - could it be that this stall was reserved for him alone?

Wenxiu was about to speak when the old woman glared at the middle-aged man fiercely. She couldn't stand his rude and unreasonable attitude.

"Look at you, how can you talk like that? How did this place become yours? Who gave you the approval? Don't think that this girl is unfamiliar and I am old, so you can bully us at will. We paid for the stall just like you, and whoever came here has already owned it!"

The middle-aged man curled his lips and was about to get angry when suddenly three burly young men came.

One of them pushed the middle-aged man with his hand, and the other two put their hands in their pockets and glared at him: "Hey, what do you want to do so early in the morning? I warn you! Don't disrupt the market! Otherwise, don't even think about setting up a stall here, go to the other side of the street quickly, don't go too late and there will be no stalls."

The middle-aged man looked up and down at the three young men and felt uneasy. He thought they were market managers, but they didn't look like them.

He hesitated for a moment and thought to himself that it would be better to forget it. There was no point in arguing with the three of them over such a small matter. What if they were market managers and they might not let him set up his stall?

The middle-aged man changed his attitude. He nodded and smiled at the three people, then quickly took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket, took out three cigarettes and handed them over.

"Please smoke! I have been setting up a stall here all along. You may be new here and don't know me. My name is Liu Er. I am very close to the old man who manages the market. If you don't believe me, go ask him. He is the one who made me stay here."

The three people took the cigarettes, put them in front of their noses and smelled them, then looked at the cigarettes, and then they smiled at each other.

Wenxiu's heart skipped a beat. Nowadays, everything is based on social etiquette. Alas! It seems that this place is someone else's fiefdom. We came here quite early, but we are in the wrong place.

Wenxiu suddenly became nervous. If she packed up and moved now, it would definitely be too late, and she would suffer a great loss today.

The old woman's expression also changed, and the wrinkles on her face shrank. It seemed that they knew each other and were in the same group. What should she do?

The old woman and Wenxiu looked at each other, at a loss as to what to do.

"You dare to use this broken cigarette to greet people!" The young man threw the cigarette to the ground, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and shook it in front of the middle-aged man, "Do you know how to read? Look at what kind of cigarette this is?"

"Ah! Soft Zhonghua."

The middle-aged man was shocked. The young man who manages the market earns very little money a month, but he is smoking this kind of cigarette?

Then he thought again, it was right for them to smoke high-end cigarettes. In such a big market, there must be someone who gave them cigarettes. Didn’t he give these cigarettes to Lao Gaotou before, and that’s how he established a relationship with him?

He now regrets not having high-end cigarettes in his pocket, which is why he is in such a miserable state.

"Little brother, I'll set up the stall here first, and then I'll sell you cigarettes later."

The three men stared at him with wide eyes and threw the cigarette he handed over to the ground.

"What do you mean? Are you trying to bribe us?"

"Stop dreaming! Go! Go! Go quickly! I tell you, don't disrupt the market here, otherwise you won't be able to set up a stall here in the future!" A young man said, pointing at the middle-aged fat man's nose.

"Just go if you want to. Why are you so cruel?" The middle-aged man was a little annoyed.

He didn't quite believe that the three people in front of him were market managers, so he took out his cell phone and called Lao Gaotou.

When the call went through, Old Gao didn't say anything good to him.

He said the three young men were new market managers and told them not to cause trouble.

After the phone call, the middle-aged man suddenly became depressed. He got into the car with a sigh and went to find another place to set up his stall.

The old woman and Wenxiu were stunned at first, then they looked at each other and laughed.

Everyone said in their hearts that there are still many good people in the world, and not everyone is a profit-seeking person.

Wenxiu hurried over, blinking her beautiful big eyes, looking at them generously, and said with a smile: "Thank you, thank you so much."

The three young guys felt a little embarrassed when they saw Wenxiu like this.

"You're welcome! This is what we should do. It's not easy for you to run a small business."

As they talked, they walked away.

Wenxiu and the old woman looked at their backs with gratitude until their figures disappeared in the flow of people. They suddenly felt that there was too much love and warmth in this world and it was not as bad as many people believed.

The old woman looked at Wenxiu carefully at this time, and Wenxiu smiled awkwardly.

"Mother-in-law, I feel embarrassed seeing you like this."

"Girl, your beauty has touched the heavens, and they have sent angels to protect you. Today, an old woman like me is blessed by following you."

"Ha, mother-in-law, you are so superstitious. Who would believe in that?" Wenxiu chuckled.

"Girl, don't disbelieve me. Many years ago, I went up the mountain to dig for herbs. I once took shelter from the rain in a Taoist temple on the mountain and met an old Taoist nun." The old woman seemed very serious.

"She said that my life would be a life of toil, and she taught me how to read faces, and asked me to study her face-reading technique several times a day."

"Did you repeat it every day? What did she say later?"

"I kept repeating to myself every day that I was too old to work anymore and that I could only support myself for the rest of my life by setting up a street stall and reading faces. But I didn't really believe it at the time."

"Then why do you believe it now?"

"She said that I was destined to work hard in my life, and now it seems to be true."

"Then you never went to see her again?"

"Oh, I went to look for it. I don't know how many times I looked for it along the original route, but I couldn't find it. That place was full of trees and mountains. There was no Taoist temple at all. Now that I think about it, it really was a god who came down to earth and wanted to help me, but I was not good enough."

The old woman said this with a lost look on her face.

Wenxiu looked at her mother-in-law and thought that she didn't seem to be making up a story, so she began to believe her words.

"Mother-in-law, do you still remember the face reading technique that the old nun taught you? If you can't do it anymore, try it as she said!"

"Oh! I haven't remembered it for several years. I had too many worries. My family couldn't even have enough food to eat. I didn't have that worry anymore, and now I've almost forgotten it." The old woman sighed and frowned. The wrinkles on her walnut-skin face became denser and deeper.

The old woman chatted with Wenxiu and looked at her for a long time. She seemed to suddenly remember something and was overjoyed: "Girl, I remember some physiognomy. You have a lucky face. You will be rich and powerful in the future. This small world can't accommodate you."

Wenxiu was stunned for a moment. Why were the old lady and Guo Fengying saying the same thing?

Guo Fengying is beautiful and generous, but I don't know why she married a second-rate man. She is as mysterious as the old woman, making people unable to figure her out.