Quick Wear: Oops, the mission target is crying again

Chapter 1129 80 Little Stutterer Pork Shop 24

"Then I'll call the police to ask you? You've illegally seized other people's property. Let's see how many years you'll be sent to a labor camp?"

People these days can't stand hearing the words "reform through labor."

Master Lin has been honestly making clothes all his life, how could he stand this?

His legs buckled, and he almost fell to the ground. Chen Ping'an, who had been standing silently beside him, subconsciously raised his hand. He was used to taking care of people, and this was his first reaction when he saw someone fall. It was a conditioned reflex that didn't even require his brain to process.

However, it stopped halfway through its flight.

Master Lin was supporting the table, so it wasn't likely to fall.

My legs were indeed shaking, and I rarely do this kind of thing.

Her face turned bright red with embarrassment.

After stammering for a long time, he finally managed to utter just one sentence.

"I'm so sorry, Miss Jiang, please don't call the police. I'll get those clothes back for you right now. I was just blinded by greed; I didn't even touch the clothes..."

As he spoke, Master Lin went to the cabinet and took out the clothes. They were indeed finished and put away without being touched.

The eldest daughter couldn't wait to take it home and wear it, but Master Lin stopped her.

He always felt that this matter was a bit unreliable and was uneasy, so he wouldn't let anyone do whatever they wanted. He would only allow his daughter to take the clothes if he was sure that Lingyao hadn't noticed that the clothes had been taken.

Thank goodness, thank goodness, the clothes are still here.

If my daughter really takes it and wears it, then I'm doomed.

After Lingyao received all the clothes, she paid the balance and left without saying anything. She didn't say whether the clothes would no longer be made by Master Lin, nor did she say how the matter would be handled.

This made Master Lin both anxious and flustered.

It's important to understand that the income of a tailor shop is not stable, and there aren't always people making clothes every day.

Moreover, the price for people who come to us to make clothes is usually just a few cents. Most people who bring their own fabric to have clothes made are doing so to save money.

Someone like Ms. Jiang, who can get good materials, make good designs, and receive high labor fees, is someone you might not meet for several years.

Moreover, not only does Miss Jiang pay a lot of money, but her income is also very stable. She will come to order a batch of products every two days. Recently, Master Lin has been a bit too busy to keep up, so he called his second daughter, who is already married, back to help.

In the past few days, she has earned more than thirty yuan, which is almost equivalent to her monthly earnings as a tailor.

This doesn't even include the money she made for several identical sets and sold them elsewhere.

We ate meat twice, even though we couldn't afford it at home before.

In addition, as she earned more money, her husband and wife became more attentive to her, and her children also fawned over her, asking for candy and money.

Moreover, she felt a great sense of accomplishment seeing so many people on the street wearing the clothes she made, even though the designs were created by Miss Jiang.

But now, it seems like everything is about to be lost...

When Mr. Lin returned home that evening, he was immediately stared at by the whole family as soon as he opened the door.

Men, women, young and old, all had their eyes shining. Master Lin used to really like that look, thinking it was a sign that they valued him.

But now, Master Lin finds that look very annoying, it's like he's being glared at by a tiger.

Her youngest son and daughter both gathered around her, asking for money to buy candy.

The eldest and second daughters sat on the stools, looking expectantly at the bag she was carrying.

"Mom, did you bring the clothes back? I told you she wouldn't notice. She's rich now, she wouldn't care about these things..."

The man, whose cheeks were flushed from drinking, chuckled and said, "I told you to listen to me, you'd be right. You women are just too timid to accomplish anything great!"

The old woman rarely showed a smile, and reached out her hand to her: "She paid the final payment today, right? I didn't let you pay the whole thing, so she kept a couple of dollars for herself."

Master Lin didn't know where he got this power from; it just happened in an instant.

She slammed the two sets of counterfeit clothes she was holding onto the table with a bang.

His gaze first swept over his two daughters who were waiting for the clothes: "Take these clothes or leave them. If you don't want them, I'll sell them. You can decide for yourselves!"

She then turned to look at the man and woman who had been startled by her throwing.

"Get the hell out of here! Your own son can't earn a single penny, and you want me to hand over money? Do you really think I don't know you've been using the family's cloth to support your youngest son? From today onwards, I won't give you a single penny. If you dare to steal any more cloth, I'll report you to the authorities!"

"And you lazybones! I was blind to have met you. You might as well just drink yourself to death out there. I'm the one who earns the money at home, and you still think you're so capable! From now on, you don't need to get involved in the tailor shop, or I'll take the kids and go back to my parents' house!"

She can earn money, owns a tailor shop, and won't be unwelcome when she goes back to her parents' home.

Then, Master Lin brushed aside his two youngest sons and daughters who were waiting for candy, slammed the door shut, and went inside, leaving the rest of the family looking at each other in bewilderment...

The man and his wife realized what had happened, their faces turning red and white with anger.

But he really didn't dare to have a falling out with his wife and daughter-in-law, because, as she said, the whole family still depended on her for their livelihood...

Lingyao gave several pieces of clothing that had already been ordered to her sales associates—salespeople.

The sales clerk also gave Lingyao the balance of the last sale of clothes, which totaled more than 430 yuan.

Including what she sold a few days ago, Lingyao has about a thousand yuan in her hands.

The average worker's monthly salary is only around fifty yuan. A thousand yuan is equivalent to 20 months' salary for them! That's enough to cover a family's expenses for two to three years, and they can still live quite comfortably.

After receiving the money, Lingyao and Chen Ping'an set off in their car.

Chen Ping'an rarely rode in such a small car. After driving for a short while, he felt very uncomfortable and a little nauseous.

But he was too embarrassed to say it in front of Lingyao, so he clenched his teeth and tried to suppress the urge to vomit.

Lingyao quickly noticed that something was wrong with him and asked Wang Dagang, who was driving, to open all the windows to let the car air out. In fact, even the nice cars in this town weren't much better; there was always a cheap leather smell inside.

Actually, Lingyao also felt like vomiting, but she had gotten used to it and could hold it back even when she felt nauseous, so it didn't bother her at all.

He even had time to hand Chen Ping'an a glass of water and pat his back to comfort him.

"Feeling unwell? Drink some water, lie down and take a nap. You'll feel much better once you fall asleep."

Chen Pingan took the water from Ling Yao's hand. The cool liquid went down his throat and he felt much better immediately.

How could it not be good? Lingyao secretly put some jade dew oil in it.

Chen Ping'an was both excited and anxious last night because he was going to the city today, and he didn't sleep much at all.

After drinking water, I did feel sleepy. At first, I could stay awake, but then my eyelids got heavier and heavier, and before I knew it, my eyes closed and I was completely asleep.

He slid half his body down, his head resting on Lingyao's shoulder, his hair, which he had just washed yesterday, smelling of soap.

Lingyao glanced at Chen Ping'an, who was slumped to one side, turned her head and asked Wang Dagang, who was driving in front, to slow down, before looking at him again.

She remembered that Qin Fei, the fake young master of the Qin family, caused trouble in the provincial capital, which gave the Qin family a headache. They were reluctant to do anything to him, so they sent him to stay at a relative's house in the city for a while, and the relatives would come to visit him from time to time.

However, they took him back later because they needed to find him a partner, and I don't know if he's still in the city now...