Transmigration: On the Gossip Front
Chapter 524 - 525 Sister Flowers Educated Youth 42_1

Chapter 524: Chapter 525 Sister Flowers Educated Youth 42_1

"He’s not wrong, I’m just that kind of person."

Trying to provoke me? Too bad that tactic doesn’t work on me, "In your mouth, three hundred yuan is just small change."

"Then you cover for him."

"I don’t have money, you do." Shen Yuan remembered how Shen Jianshe’s family would often send her money, and she felt very angry.

Being a daughter herself, her own family never thought of sending her money. Every time they wrote, they only talked about how Shen Jie sent things home.

"Where do I have money? Don’t tell me you think just because my family sends me money, I have cash on hand."

Shen Jie with her helpless look, "That’s the money my parents give me to buy things, my income is so meager."

"Instead of wasting time here pretending to be poor, you might as well go back and tell Gao Jian to have his family send him money."

Lending money is out of the question, "Don’t even say it’s you lending the money. You’ve borrowed fifty to sixty yuan from me bit by bit, and you haven’t paid back a single cent."

"With borrowing and repaying, borrowing again wouldn’t be difficult." Shen Jie said with a troubled face.

Just then, from the crowd of onlookers, a woman’s voice, "Really, if you don’t have three hundred, you can at least spare a few tens, right?"

As soon as these words came out, many people around nodded, "Exactly, if you don’t have a large amount, you should have some small change."

Shen Yuan, hearing everyone speaking up for her, felt thrilled and looked at Shen Jie with a gleeful air.

Moral kidnapping? Sorry, a young girl would definitely not be able to withstand it, even if she’s unhappy, she’d have to relent.

Too bad that Shen Jie, who had changed her tune, was no longer a soft-hearted person.

"I still say the same thing, you have no credit with me, it’s impossible for me to lend you anything."

Pointing at the onlookers, "Didn’t several people just say that a few tens of yuan is nothing? You go borrow from them."

"Borrowing from me is the same as borrowing from them."

Hmph, did they all just talk without considering it has nothing to do with them?

Fine, then don’t hesitate to help Shen Yuan out, "With so many people openly expressing that a few tens is spare change, find twenty people to lend you money, fifteen yuan each and it’s done."

"Their idea of small change should help Gao Jian out of his troubles." Shen Jie didn’t care if such behavior would provoke public anger.

For Shen Yuan, her coming here was just to get money, as for whom she borrowed from, she truly did not care.

After all, she had already made up her mind, she had never thought of paying back the money.

With the village’s paltry dividends, who knows until what year and month she’d have to pay.

Shen Yuan shifted her target and knelt to the onlookers, "Thank you, kind-hearted people, for your help."

People didn’t expect that they would really just be onlookers, then watch Shen Jie’s predicament and even speak out about how she’s not too excessive, lacking sisterly love.

They wanted to see what Shen Jie would do, but they didn’t expect Shen Jie to ask Shen Yuan to borrow from them.

Suddenly, many who were just there to enjoy the show became upset, "I don’t have money."

"Don’t look to me."

Why would anyone want to lend money, even if it’s a close roommate, lending a few yuan is a big deal.

Let alone lending to someone they don’t even know, especially such a large sum, who would be happy about it?

"Just a little money, that’s easy to say." Shen Jie said coolly.

"How come when others borrow money, a few tens is considered little, but when each of you is asked to give fifteen, suddenly it’s all kinds of ’I don’t have money’."

"So it turns out it’s not your own money you’re speaking about, saying whatever you want."

Since I’ve already offended people, I might as well not care about offending one more.

People looking at the babbling Shen Jie really felt all sorts of regret and annoyance.

If Shen Jie was known to be such a hassle, why on earth did someone have to be so mouthy at first.

Shen Jie yawned, "Shen Yuan, take your time borrowing money; I won’t keep you company."

So tiring, and I still have to get up early for work tomorrow. There’s no need to stick around here.

When everyone heard this, what? Shen Jie was actually planning to go back to rest? Suddenly, everyone felt indignant and began to complain.

"How can you rest?"

"Why can’t I rest?" retorted Shen Jie. "It’s up to you to lend money to Shen Yuan, how much to lend, and then how she is going to repay it."

"Isn’t that something you all should discuss among yourselves? I don’t need to stay here for that."

She wasn’t foolish; no matter how pitiful Shen Yuan might seem now, she was sure that this person had no intention of repaying anything.

"Right, whether to lend money, and how much, is your own business to discuss."

"And as for whether Shen Yuan will repay the money in the future, don’t come to me. I don’t have that kind of money to help repay debts."

"Nor do I have the obligation to help repay them."

"By the way, Shen Yuan, are you sure the village really demands three hundred?" Shen Jie suddenly remembered something.

Knowing some of Shen Yuan’s actions, it felt unlikely there wasn’t some padding in there.

Maybe the village only asked for two hundred or a little over two hundred in compensation, but once it got to Shen Yuan’s mouth, it became three hundred.

"I just think, if you have the time, you might want to go to the village and ask about the situation."

"Just in case..." It’s just a matter of telling the truth, after all. Although it’s a bit annoying, you can’t just watch people fall into a trap.

What happens to Shen Yuan, sorry, that’s really not her problem to consider.

Shen Yuan’s expression immediately became awkward. Gao Jian was caught by the village, and the village asked Gao Jian to pay compensation.

But it wasn’t three hundred yuan, after some bargaining, it was agreed to be two hundred.

Originally, Shen Yuan intended to borrow two hundred from Shen Jie, but she didn’t open the door for her, and even made her kneel on the cold ground.

Having endured so much hardship, asking for just two hundred seemed insufficient for her troubles, so she had to add a fee for her suffering.

No way, she absolutely couldn’t let them go to the village. As soon as they did, she could imagine her lies being punctured within minutes.

How people here at the farm viewed her mattered little; she didn’t intend to come back anyway.

But how the educated youth in the village would see her? Her reputation would be ruined.

"You can’t go, you can’t go," Shen Yuan shouted loudly.

Seeing her like this, even the slowest person could guess there was definitely a problem.

This attitude really angered everyone, "Why can’t we go? Do you have a guilty conscience?"

"No, no," wailed Shen Yuan, crying, "I’m already so miserable, and you, you’re treating me like this."

"You bully people, you look down on the poor."

As Shen Yuan cried and complained about being bullied, if it had been Shen Jie, she would have fired back without reservation, who gave her so much gall.

But now, as Shen Yuan lashed out at them, suddenly her mood soared as if she was about to fly.

One by one, if they loved to play the part, then let them play to their heart’s content. We’ll see if they still dare to stand and talk without back pain in the future.

Everyone watched as Shen Yuan rolled on the ground, accusing them of bullying her, and they couldn’t help but step back.

A pure onlooker couldn’t resist saying, "Now I understand why Shen Jie didn’t lend the money."

"If it were me, I wouldn’t lend money either. If borrowing money is this shameless, how could it ever be repaid?"