Siheyuan: Start with a Truck Driver

Chapter 21
Niu Dahong threw his satchel on the counter amidst the applause of the salesmen and aunts, with a sad face.

"What applause! It didn't work again!"

The older aunt shyly put her hands down: "Dahong, it's okay if you don't get a match. In Sijiu City, it's hard to find two-legged toads, and three-legged men are everywhere."

"According to the conditions of our big red, don't just pick it casually!" The older aunt was sincere and proud.

"That's right, my nephew was unlucky for not being favored by Dahong." The younger aunt looked gloomy.

Wang Weidong grinned when he heard these words.

Judging from the tone of these salesgirls, it didn't seem like a mockery.

Could it be that Niu Dahong is still a hot commodity in the eyes of these aunts?
But soon, Wang Weidong understood.

Although Niu Dahong looks like a man, he has several unique conditions.

She came from a good background, her roots were upright, and she was backed by Lao La's family in Pimp Hutong. Marrying her was like marrying a patron saint.

He has a big physique and is easy to give birth to. With Niu Dahong's body, he can give birth to ten or eight children, just like playing.

And the most important point, Niu Zhijun spared no expense in order to marry his girl, no matter whether he succeeds or not, he will thank the matchmaker.

These salesperson aunts probably ate a lot of beef, so they naturally had a lot of good things to say.

Wang Weidong began to worry whether the already picky Niu Dahong could see Shazhu.

Maybe, it's time to find a chance to mention it.

Niu Dahong took out a bottle of Arctic Ocean from the shelf, opened the cap with one hand, his Adam's apple trembled, and drank it all in one gulp.

Only then did the excitement subside.

She looked at the younger aunt and said, "Aunt Liu, maybe you should go back to your mother's house and see your nephew."

"What's the matter, what's wrong with Liu Dali? You injured him?" The young and old woman was anxious, dropped the melon seeds in her hand, and ran over.

"We competed in martial arts. I thought he was very powerful, so I used [-]% of my strength and kicked his leg." Niu Dahong said "Congratulations, you guessed it right".

"What, broken leg?" The younger aunt was taken aback.

In the past, Niu Dahong was not so ruthless.

Alas, I blame myself for bragging, saying that my nephew is a master student of Zen Master Wei Mi.

She hurriedly opened the cotton curtain and ran out.

In the cold wind that came in from the gap in the door curtain, there was a faint cry: "Oh, my poor nephew, it's all my aunt's fault."

"Broken leg. You should pay 20 yuan. Well, you can add up to ten eggs." Niu Dahong looked at her disappearing figure and calculated with experience.

Good guy, there is also a list of compensation prices.

It seems that there are not a few heroes who have been defeated by the Valkyrie these years.

Wang Weidong couldn't help but burst out laughing out loud.

"What are you laughing at, look for a fight!"

This smile startled Niu Dahong, her face turned cold, and a fist the size of a sandbag was about to hit her.

Seeing that it was Wang Weidong, his fists stopped in mid-air, and the anger on his face was replaced by surprise.

"Ah, Brother Weidong, why are you here?"

These days, Wang Weidong often eats at Lao La's house in the pimp alley, and the two have long been called brother and sister.

"Come buy a bike."

"However, let's get a bottle of soda first, I'm dying of thirst." Wang Weidong took out two cents and handed it over.

Niu Dahong didn't take the money, took a bottle of Arctic Ocean from the shelf, and handed it to Wang Weidong.

"I invite you!"

Wang Weidong didn't insist either.

This female Goddess of War is a master who says nothing. If she refuses rashly, she will be beaten violently.

The salesmen next to them also noticed the movement here, and laughed and said, "Dahong, are you relative?"

"My brother!" Niu Dahong was a little proud.

Wang Weidong is not good enough for her, but he is good-looking, he is also a truck driver, and he speaks nicely. It is good to be an older brother.

Wang Weidong couldn't help pursing his lips when he saw Niu Dahong easily unscrew the bottle cap with one hand again.

He kind of understood why Niu Dahong was popular with the salesmen and aunts.

Emotionally she is a thug.

With such a Valkyrie sitting in the supply and marketing cooperative, which customer would dare to play tricks?

After Niu Dahong knew that Wang Weidong wanted to buy a bicycle, he immediately expressed that he would take him there.

The comrade who sells bicycles is her colleague and can talk.

With help from acquaintances, Wang Weidong naturally nodded in agreement.

The two walked towards the inner room one after the other.

There are three brands of bicycles in the supply and marketing cooperative, Feige, Yongjiu and Fenghuang.

There are two types, Erba Dagangzi and Erliu Bicycle.

Erliu bicycles do not have iron bars, but have baskets in front, which are suitable for girls to ride.

The bicycles are hung on wooden racks, and there is a small wooden sign next to it, with big red characters saying "Don't touch!"

The bicycle was covered with a red silk cloth, and it was impossible to see whether the paint was peeled off.

The salesperson is also very arrogant and is not allowed to choose.

And after it is sold, it will not be returned or exchanged, which is a bit like the blind box of later generations.

Fortunately, seeing Niu Dahong raised his fist the size of a sandbag, the salesperson immediately let go and uncovered the red silk cloth.

Let Wang Weidong choose a bicycle without any flaws.

Well, it turned out that the salesperson knew Niu Dahong's fist.

Wang Weidong bought a permanent 180 big bars, [-] yuan.

After paying the money and the bicycle ticket, Wang Weidong pushed the bicycle out of the supply and marketing cooperative.

Niu Dahong followed and sent it out.

The two walked and talked.

Wang Weidong smiled and said, "Dahong, I have a neighbor who has practiced martial arts since childhood and is known as the god of war in the courtyard. Would you like to meet him?"

"Brother Wei Dong, do you want to be a matchmaker?" Niu Dahong's eyes widened without any shyness on his face.

Wang Weidong smiled and said, "It's not a matchmaker, it just depends on how well you two match each other."

"Uh Martial God, it's interesting." Niu Dahong pondered for a moment, shook his braids, and said with a smile, "However, tomorrow the son next door to the uncle's house who practiced martial arts in Shaolin Temple is coming back. I want to meet him first."

"That's fine, anyway, there's no need to worry about this matter." Wang Weidong nodded.

He wanted to make Shazhu give up on Qin Huairu before introducing him to Niu Dahong.

Otherwise, it would be too unfair to Niu Dahong.

After that, the two walked side by side for a while, Wang Weidong couldn't bear it anymore.

"Dahong, I've already delivered one mile, go back to work." Wang Weidong waved to Niu Dahong.

Niu Dahong's eyes widened: "Don't worry, there are not many customers who dare to make trouble anyway. I will stand here and watch you ride away."

Wang Weidong was silent.

When he pushed the bicycle out of the supply and marketing cooperative just now, he realized that he couldn't ride it.

In my previous life, I rode an electric car, drove a car, and never rode a bicycle.

"Okay, then I'll go back, please slow down." Niu Dahong seemed to see some clues from Wang Weidong's embarrassing face, turned around and ran back to the supply and marketing cooperative with a smile.

Wang Weidong breathed a sigh of relief.

After buying a bicycle, you have to go to the license plate and smash the steel seal.

Buying a bicycle in this era is similar to buying a car in later generations. It also needs to be registered, and you need to pay three yuan a year.

Wang Weidong pushed his bicycle along the street and walked towards the street office.

The shiny black bicycle, with the silver bell on the handlebar, shone brightly in the sun.

Passers-by looked sideways.

In the envious eyes, Wang Weidong was a little proud.

Although I can't ride it, this is my bike.

Until, an old lady with white hair and a vegetable basket came across and gave him a dissatisfied look.

"Young man, the big guy knows you bought a car, hurry up and ride it, don't show off here!"

The corner of Wang Weidong's mouth twitched, and three black lines slid down his forehead.

I want to ride away, but the key is that it can only ride me now.

(End of this chapter)