sbdcsierra Chapter 111 Your son drives a Mercedes-Benz G-Class, and you're still out selling fruit?
Chapter 111 Your son drives a Mercedes-Benz G-Class, and you're still out selling fruit?
Chengjiang City, Sanshui County.
An old pickup truck carrying a load of fresh fruit drove into the county town. Although it was clean, the obvious metallic jerking sound when it drove proved that the vehicle was nearing the end of its lifespan.
The pickup truck stopped at a roadside vegetable market on a street in the county town.
After a middle-aged couple got off the vehicle, the man, with his wife's help, climbed onto the cargo bed and took down the rack that was tied to the cargo bed, handing it to his wife below.
"Yu-Li, be careful, be careful not to strain your back."
"Don't worry, I'm not fifty yet, I'm not that dramatic."
"Ha, fine, I guess I was just being nosy."
The wife took the shelf, which weighed about 20 kilograms, from her husband, carefully placed it on her family's stall, and then slowly set it up.
Then the husband carried baskets of fruit from the car, and the couple worked together for nearly an hour to set up the fruit stall.
After setting up his stall, the man drove his pickup truck to the parking area next to him.
After getting off the bus, I walked around it a few times before returning to my stall with peace of mind.
"Old Lu, you've been driving that old clunker for over ten years, and you still treat it like a precious treasure. It makes a loud clanging noise when you drive it. In two years at most, it'll have to be scrapped. Then, you can finally pick up the Range Rover you've been dreaming of."
"Old Lu, stop teasing me. If selling fruit could make us rich enough to buy a Range Rover, we roughnecks would have been rich long ago."
"That's hard to say. After all, Lao Lu used to be a schoolteacher. He's a cultured man, unlike us roughnecks."
"Haha, what's the difference? What, is Old Lu going to give a lecture on the pears, turning them into 'cultured pears' and sell them for a few more cents?"
"Hahaha···"
Listening to the villagers' jokes, Lu Changshu laughed and said, "I will never be able to afford a Range Rover in my life, but my son drives a G-Class, which can be considered as fulfilling my wish."
Previously, their son had transferred two million yuan to the family, and Lu Changshu and his wife were worried that their son might have done something bad.
It wasn't until their son said he had made a lot of money in the stock market and even bought a Mercedes-Benz G-Class that the couple felt relieved. Lu Changshu was very proud of his son.
"Old Lu, your son drives a Mercedes-Benz G-Class, and you're here selling fruit? You're quite the cultured guy, bragging without batting an eye."
Seeing these guys making fun of her husband again, Wen Youli immediately retorted, "Just say what you want to say, don't keep bringing up 'cultured people.' I just don't understand, a bunch of you who didn't even finish elementary school, or even attend elementary school at all, are using 'cultured' and 'schoolteacher' to make fun of my husband, Lao Lu. Where do you get the nerve?"
"What, are you proud of being illiterate?"
"Or have you finally found a balance by seeing a schoolteacher selling fruit, and now you're justified in saying it every day to make your own lack of education seem justified?"
Her husband was afraid of offending the villagers who talked sarcastic and sarcastic all the time, but Wen Youli wasn't afraid at all.
"Youli, it's alright, we're all from the same village, just kidding."
"I was just joking. You wouldn't get angry if they laughed at you, but I laughed at them, would you?"
"Old Lu, are you angry?"
Wen Youli pretended not to see Lu Wentao's flushed face and continued her pursuit.
Lu Wentao coughed and said, "Cough, um, no, how could that be? I was just kidding!"
Widow Zhou, watching from the side, chuckled.
"Hehehe, Lao Lu, you've found a good wife."
As a woman, Zhou Yanhua was naturally not afraid of others talking about her educational background.
He continued jokingly, "But Old Lu was right about one thing: your pickup truck really needs replacing; it's been so many years."
"Old Lu, didn't you say back then that you'd trade your pickup truck for a Volkswagen at 35, and your Volkswagen for a Range Rover at 45? You're almost 50 now. Let's not even talk about the Range Rover, but what about the Volkswagen?"
"After selling fruit for so many years, surely I can afford a Volkswagen worth 100,000 or 200,000? I'm a widow, and I drive a Passat."
Wen Youli said, "Your husband had an accident at the construction site and received hundreds of thousands in compensation. The company also covers your son's tuition and living expenses. Of course you can afford to spend 200,000 to buy a car."
"Our Lu Ran isn't married yet, so we need to save the money for my son."
"Also, stop bringing up the Range Rover with my husband. My son is making a lot of money now, and he might actually be able to buy his dad a Range Rover someday."
Widow Zhou laughed, "Oh, I really didn't realize your Lu Ran was so capable!"
"Haha, but these are things we villagers should only talk about. Don't brag about them in the street, or we'll be laughed at by outsiders."
"Didn't they say on Douyin that if you're born and can't afford a Range Rover, you're doomed for life? No matter how capable your son is, by the time he can afford one, it's questionable whether you and your spouse, and all of us uncles and aunties, will even be able to see it!"
"Boss, how much are the oranges?"
When customers come in, Wen Youli is too lazy to waste words with them.
Smiling at the customer, he said, "Two yuan and fifty cents a pound."
The customer hesitated upon hearing this, so Wen Youli quickly recommended, "Why don't you try some first? Our oranges are very sweet."
"Okay, I'll try one."
"Hmm, not bad. Give me ten pounds."
"Okay, I'll weigh it for you."
Wen Youli was very happy that she sold ten jin on her very first order after opening. She considered it a good start to the day.
Widow Zhou, standing nearby, looked on with envy and raised her hand to the departing customer, saying, "Boss, would you like to take a look at my vegetables? They're all fresh."
"Never mind, I won't buy groceries."
Lu Wentao also suggested, "Boss, how about taking a look at the yams?"
The customer shook his head, picked up the oranges, and left.
Soon, several more groups of people arrived, mostly buying fruit, which made Zhou Yanhua and Lu Wentao extremely envious.
"Wen, your business is really booming today. I wish I had sold fruit too."
Wen Youli laughed and said, "With the Lunar New Year approaching, fruit will definitely sell well!"
Lu Wentao sighed, "Why didn't I think of that?"
Widow Zhou curled her lip: "No matter how well the fruit sells, I still can't afford a Range Rover."
Lu Wentao thought for a moment and said, "Old Lu, I heard you two have been arranging blind dates for your son lately. Do you think if the girl comes to your house and sees your beat-up pickup truck, she'll just turn around and leave?"
"Okay, I'll trade you my yams for your fruit, and when we get back I'll lend you my car for a few days."
Lu Changshu shook his head: "No need, my son has a car and a girlfriend."
"Hey, why are you so stubborn, old Lu? No wonder you're poor. Poor scholar, poor scholar. The old saying is really true."
"Ignore them," Wen Youli tugged at her husband.
She then excitedly took out her phone and handed it to her husband.
"My son said he'll be back today; he's already on his way."
Lu Changshu was overjoyed.
"Yeah?"
"Then ask him if he's rushing to catch a train or driving, and whether he brought his girlfriend back yet. Tell them to be careful on the road."
Wen Youli rolled her eyes at her husband.
"That girl also needs to go home for the New Year, what's the rush? We can talk about it next year."
Lu Changshu nodded awkwardly: "Haha, yes, I was a little too hasty."
"My son said he drove back."
"Really? Then I'll have to try it out."
Lu Changshu rubbed his hands together. He saved all the money he earned for his son's wedding. He was content just to drive his son's car for a while.