Huh? Isn't This A Galgame?
Chapter 279 - 244: Coincidence? Premeditation?

Chapter 279: Chapter 244: Coincidence? Premeditation?

When Wen Nan went to find Lv Xiaohong, he had already arranged for Guan Ailin to sit on a small stone bench at the edge of the small square, instructing her not to go far and to ensure she remained within his line of sight.

Guan Ailin was soon attracted by the small stalls laid out on the sidewalk beside her.

She got up from the stone bench, walked to the nearest stall, crouched down, and stared intently at a neatly arranged row of socks, observing them for a long time.

The street vendor had been squatting on the other side eating a box lunch. Seeing Guan Ailin’s keen interest, he immediately put down the lunch and grinned at her,

"Pretty lady, feel free to choose. Two yuan for one pair, five yuan for three pairs."

Guan Ailin was stunned. She lifted her head and widened her eyes, looking at the vendor as if unable to comprehend his words. After pondering for a while, she pointed to the socks in front of her and asked, "These... are actually... items for sale?"

Now it was the vendor’s turn to be dumbfounded, "What the hell?"

Guan Ailin didn’t repeat her question. Instead, she joyfully reached out her hand, not touching the socks, but instead pinching the corner of the ground cloth laid by the vendor, carefully rubbing and examining it,

"Is this... a tablecloth? You use this directly on the ground to temporarily set up a display booth? Truly a genius idea.

"But doesn’t the city planning and construction management authority impose regulations on you?"

The vendor was completely baffled, staring at Guan Ailin as if she were an alien, thinking how unfortunate it was that such a beautiful woman seemed mentally off.

But since she wasn’t a buyer, the vendor lost patience in dealing with her, waved his hand dismissively, and put on a cold face, "Don’t touch if you’re not buying."

Chased away like a fly, Guan Ailin wasn’t angry. She continued browsing through two more stalls. As she was about to visit a third stall, she remembered Wen Nan’s instructions not to leave his line of sight.

She looked up towards the "tutoring" small square and saw that the man was now chatting animatedly with a young woman who seemed to have a good figure.

Guan Ailin’s brow furrowed slightly.

On the other side, after returning Wen Nan’s student ID, Lv Xiaohong eagerly grabbed his hand, wanting to lead him to the car.

Wen Nan, feeling a bit helpless, freed his hand and didn’t leave with her, smiling, "Sis, I have something to do tonight, can’t make it now. How about tomorrow? Can we exchange contact details?"

Realizing her earlier impulsiveness, like a parched field in a ten-year drought, Lv Xiaohong felt a bit embarrassed and hadn’t considered whether the young man was available or not.

"I didn’t think it through, Little Brother Ye, don’t mind me."

"Just call me Little Jiu."

"Ah, Little Jiu, here’s my business card. Come to my company tomorrow morning at ten, and we can talk there."

Although Lv Xiaohong wasn’t highly educated, she was efficient. After leaving the card, she got back into her car without hesitation and drove off quickly.

As she left, Guan Ailin returned to Wen Nan’s side, standing next to him.

Watching the black Maserati drive away, Guan Ailin asked, "Is that your new employer?"

"Probably," Wen Nan replied, taking his gaze away from the departing car and looking at the small, thin plastic bag in Guan Ailin’s hand, "What did you buy?"

Guan Ailin only had one yuan and twenty cents on her, comprised of two fifty-cent coins and two ten-cent coins, change Wen Nan had given her earlier at the tea shop when they were heading to the restroom hand in hand.

With such little money, at most, it was only enough to buy a few hair bands or something similar, right?

Unexpectedly, Guan Ailin cheerfully said, "I bought it for you. Take a look and see if you like it."

Wen Nan was taken aback as he watched Guan Ailin pull out from the small plastic bag...

A pair of bright red boxer briefs?!

In the very center of the briefs, a part of it even had a golden sun printed on it...

Wen Nan looked speechless at the briefs, not accepting them.

Seeing this, Guan Ailin said, "It’s the largest size. It should be fine. The vendor said it’s a trendy style. On sale, one-tenth of the price. Don’t you like it? I saw your... glitzy one in the bathroom earlier, thought you changed aesthetic and liked this flamboyant style, no?"

Wen Nan: ...

He raised his hand, put the briefs back into the bag, pulled Guan Ailin along, and headed away from the crowd, "It’s not that I don’t like it, just don’t look at it here."

Guan Ailin briskly took two steps forward, keeping pace with Wen Nan, walking shoulder to shoulder. She interlocked her fingers with his, then pointed with her other hand at the street vendor not far away, looking full of wonder like a child on their first outing, and said:

"That form of selling goods is so interesting, is it a mobile temporary product display booth? The people here come up with such novel selling methods, truly a group of commercially astute individuals."

Wen Nan paused in his steps,

"You don’t recognize street stalls?"

On second thought, it made sense.

Guan Ailin’s original instance was from an era similar to the real world, modeled after the city center of a first-tier city.

In first-tier city centers twenty years later, there were no more street stall sales methods, at most a few snack stands with permits. Even for events like flower markets resembling ’street stalls’ during holidays, they were actually organized by local governments and city management, unlike the spontaneous selling form they witnessed here on the roadside.