She Lives Well with the Shopping App in the 80s
Chapter 493: Zhao Tianlei Completely Ignores the Other Party’s Provocation

Chapter 493: Chapter 493: Zhao Tianlei Completely Ignores the Other Party’s Provocation

Zhang Lanhua was pregnant, and with her own job to attend to, she did not join the bustling scene.

However, when the store was not busy, they’d let them take a peek over, fearing those who were blind to decency might cause trouble at the store.

"Counting on just one store, the clothing factory’s inventory still can’t be cleared; maybe it’s time to hit up a few department stores in the Capital City."

Fang Chaoyang heard Yun Xiaoxiao say this and looked up at her. His sister-in-law was looking farther ahead than they were.

"If the store does well, we can also get our clothes into the department stores." Fang Chaoyang was now managing the garment factory and was growing more adept by the day. He had enrolled in management courses at night school and learned a lot from the teachers there.

"Here’s to us all making a fortune this year, may all our wishes come true."

"Right."

"Making a fortune..."

Who doesn’t want to make a fortune?

But this barbecue is really delicious.

"Sister-in-law, Third Brother, it’s getting late; we should head back now."

Seeing it was late, Cao Dali, having eaten his fill, said they should leave. It was time to get the kang heated back home.

To think they still needed to heat the kang nowadays.

"Be careful on your way home."

The remaining people quickly started to pack up.

Those who had night school should attend night school.

"It’s late, you guys should hurry to class."

They had not finished packing up yet.

"We’ll pack up." Fang Meiyun, knowing her brothers needed to leave for class, quickly urged them to do so.

While they went to class, Zhao Tianlei took on the task of cleaning up the kitchen.

There was a hint of barbecue smell on him, which Yun Xiaoxiao found a bit distasteful, but at this time, it wasn’t a good moment to take a bath. He could only wash his face and brush his teeth, trying to get rid of some of the smell from his body.

...

"Hey, isn’t this our classmate Zhao Tianlei? Look at you, all flush with cash and dressed differently."

A young man couldn’t help but sneer as he saw Zhao Tianlei enter the classroom.

Would his little uncle have entered otherwise?

Now the Little Aunt still blamed him, looking at him as though he was neither eye nor nose.

It left him with a bellyful of anger with nowhere to vent.

Zhao Tianlei simply ignored the other’s provocation.

Just a petty person anyway, why bother with him?

But his indifference only stirred more anger in the man, "Zhao Tianlei, are you looking down on me?"

Another provocation?

"Is Zhang Jiandong picking on Zhao Tianlei again?"

"What’s the actual grudge between these two?"

"Honestly, I have no idea."

"I think I mentioned it before, didn’t a girl express her feelings for Zhao Tianlei and get rejected? That girl seemed to be the one Zhang Jiandong was interested in."

"Really? That happened?"

"There’s so much you don’t know."

This whispered exchange continued.

On the other hand, Zhang Jiandong was fuming inside as Zhao Tianlei completely ignored him.

"Zhao Tianlei..."

Finally, Zhao Tianlei looked up at Zhang Jiandong, who was standing before him, "Yes, what is it?"

If there was nothing important, he should leave quickly; class was about to start.

He had no patience for someone like Zhang Jiandong.

They were just classmates, no more than that.

Zhao Tianlei was puzzled by the other’s persistent targeting.

Was he blocking his path in some way, why the constant antagonism?

"Class is about to start, don’t disturb my studies."

Studies?

Zhang Jiandong was beside himself with anger.

But then the bell for class rang, forcing him to return to his seat. However, he still shot Zhao Tianlei a vicious glare.

He would wait until after class.

Zhao Tianlei had made a killing with that electric rice cooker.

This guy had money in his hands now.

How could he get back at him?

Bankrupt him?

That really was the question.