Transmigration: On the Gossip Front
Chapter 578 - 579 Sister Flowers Educated Youth 96_1

Chapter 578: Chapter 579 Sister Flowers Educated Youth 96_1

Shen Yuan stayed in Harbor City, dreaming of a life of luxury, while Gao Jian was constantly traveling the country, busy with shipments and making money.

At first, Gao Jian thought that all the money he’d make would be his own, and was very happy not to share it with anyone.

But gradually, he began to feel the shortcomings. Previously, after selling his goods, he could go back, rest up, and even have some fun.

Now, doing the laundry and tidying up the house were his responsibilities, not to mention that as a man, communicating with the girls was a bit troublesome.

Of course, these were not the biggest problems. The biggest one was that sometimes when there were many people asking questions, he was too busy collecting money and answering questions to keep an eye on his merchandise.

There were often incidents of theft. The worst was when he earned less in a day’s business than what was stolen from him.

Even though he’d encountered such situations before, it had never been this crazy.

A few months into going solo, Gao Jian looked at his capital, which had increased only by a little over three thousand, and he was very dissatisfied.

In his plan, after a few months of hard work, he expected to make at least double the money.

Now, not only did he not double his money, he had barely made a twenty percent profit, which was not enough to make Gao Jian happy.

He had to admit that Shen Yuan wasn’t just someone expendable, but rather his best partner.

Only by working together could they make more money.

This thought was fleeting, for he was absolutely not going to find Shen Yuan and continue their partnership.

If the same scenario of embezzling funds and running away happened again, could he make a comeback?

Gao Jian quickly came up with a solution, which was to hire someone, a well-spoken woman.

During the day, she could help sell things, do some housework after coming home, and take care of him at night.

In order to save money, Gao Jian once again entertained the idea of dating; this way, he could get the other party to work hard without distraction and save money.

It’s true that Gao Jian, with a bit of grooming and some money in hand, could still charm a girl.

Sure enough, it didn’t take long for him to successfully charm a decent-looking woman who had divorced her husband.

Whether it was selling goods, cleaning up the house, or the nighttime activities, he found her thoroughly satisfying in every aspect.

Even if Shen Yuan came back, Gao Jian wouldn’t give her a second glance, thinking that if the new woman did well, he might consider marrying her after three to five years.

Oh, and what pleased him the most was that she often talked about her dreams for the future and never pressured him to marry her.

This delighted Gao Jian greatly, as not being pushed to marry meant he could happily play the fool.

If possible, he still hoped to marry a woman who could support him.

With a capable wife at home, Gao Jian found doing business much smoother.

His net worth swiftly grew from a little over twenty thousand to over fifty thousand, which made him extremely happy.

"When I go back to Yangcheng to buy goods this time, I’m going to buy a house."

"Are you happy? We’ll have our own nest," he said. For someone who has drifted outside all year, no matter what they say, deep down they still hope to have a home.

The woman, upon hearing Gao Jian’s words, looked unnaturally uncomfortable, but the drunken Gao Jian didn’t notice at all.

He kept talking about his plans and arrangements for the future, painting everything in a rosy light, as if he was about to become a tycoon.

The woman had no desire to listen to Gao Jian’s theories; she had never thought about being with him forever, and she understood all too well that Gao Jian felt the same.

If that was the case, what did it matter to her if someone else was living the high life? It had nothing to do with her, not one bit.

What she knew now was that when it came time to make her move, if she didn’t seize the opportunity, it would be crucial to know when to leave.

The more enthusiastically Gao Jian talked, the more fiercely he drank, bolstered by the woman’s ceaseless flattery and toasts, he really did not refuse any drink offered to him.

When Gao Jian woke up again, the house was empty; no matter how much he called out, there was no response.

His first thought was that perhaps she had gone out to buy groceries, but when he looked up and saw the dark sky outside, and then the messy floor with many things strewn about, the situation took on a familiar aspect.

He suddenly jumped out of bed, "How could this be, how could this be."

He truly had never expected such a quiet woman, one who didn’t dare to retort even when he raised his voice, to take the money and run.

Not wanting to give up, Gao Jian checked one hiding spot after another for his stashed money, only to find them empty. He then sat down hard on the ground, "How could this be, how could this be."

He never expected to endure such a tragedy, to fall for the same trick not just once but twice.

"Ah, ah, ah, Heavenly Father, why would you do this to me?" Gao Jian stumbled outside.

Since the lease on the place in Yangcheng had been terminated and he was now carrying out all his activities in Capital City, he had rented two additional apartments for safety without telling her.

But the harsh reality was that when he arrived at the other place, he found it had been ransacked as well, with the perpetrator having taken nearly everything of value.

In the last apartment, he finally found some money—just 500, not much at all.

What infuriated him even more was that the 500 wasn’t the money he had hidden; it was left by the woman, along with a note saying it was for his troubles.

For his troubles? For his troubles? He had turned an initial 20,000 into more than 50,000, and all he got was 500 in return? What kind of trouble payment was that?

"I must report this to the police," Gao Jian decided to take the initiative and go to the police station himself.

Unexpectedly, even though this wasn’t the police station near the medical college, he still ran into someone he knew.

When the officer saw him, he too was surprised; he probably hadn’t expected to see this man again after more than a year.

Of course, Gao Jian had completely forgotten about the officer since, being a big boss, he met many people.

The officer came forward to assist him and was about to ask why he was filing a report when Gao Jian burst into tears, "My money was stolen."

What? The officer had not expected that despite the years that had passed, this man hadn’t learned his lesson and had his money stolen again—again, by a woman.

The officer remembered this man was in the reselling business, which was supposed to be a trade reserved for the clever.

But embarrassingly, he really could not see any cleverness in Gao Jian, but instead thought he was rather foolish.

Though the officer inwardly snickered, he still inquired about the extent of the loss, but when he heard it was more than 60,000, he decided to tear up the "idiot" label he had mentally stuck on Gao Jian. Last time, he had lost around 60,000 or 70,000, and now another 50,000—could making money in business really be this easy?

The officer could only ask Gao Jian about specific details, like where the person was from and whether he knew her ID number.

This time, Gao Jian wasn’t clueless; he had made preparations, fearing what the other party might do, and had intentionally memorized the information on her ID card.

The officer stood up to confirm the details with the other station while leaving someone else to continue taking down Gao Jian’s statement.