Rebirth: He Decides to Lie Flat-Chapter 66 - 063 He was expelled (fourth update)
Chapter 66 -063 He was expelled (fourth update)
Chapter 66 -063 He was expelled (fourth update)
“That’s right!” Song Jiawen was very supportive, which made Huang Mao feel even more triumphant.
However…
“Once they are set up, where do you plan to sell them?”
Huang Mao looked towards Jiang Yan. He was not familiar with Yunzhou, so he had to listen to his brother’s plan.
Although Huang Mao always called Jiang Yan “brother,” he was actually a year older than Jiang Yan. It was just that he felt he didn’t have the presence of a big brother and couldn’t live up to that title.
The most important reason was that asking Jiang Yan to call him “brother” would make him shiver with fear.
In the end, he simply demoted himself to a little brother.
“Not selling them here, we’re going to the county town.”
Huang Mao was familiar with the county town. There were two places that specialized in buying second-hand computers, and he had been selling to them for almost a year now. He was on good terms with the bosses, and both the price and other details were easy to negotiate.
But he was just as unfamiliar with the second-hand computer market in Yunzhou. He didn’t plan to get to know it and wouldn’t bother. He was going to leave in a few months, why go through the trouble?
“Selling in the county town is good. These computers were bought cheaper than the ones in the county town, but their appearance doesn’t look much older. When the time comes, I’ll haggle with the boss to raise the price, hey, we’re going to earn more than before.”
Huang Mao was very excited, as if he had discovered a big market, “Bro, how about we do this from now on? I’ll collect computers in the city, you’ll come back to disassemble and assemble them, and then I’ll drive them to the county town to sell… How about that? Feasible, right?”
It was indeed a promising opportunity.
After all, computers had not yet become widespread. Previously, Huang Mao could only collect up to two computers a day in the county town, and sometimes he wouldn’t get even one in two days. By comparison, it should be much easier to collect them in the city.
The two men were excitedly discussing their plans while Song Jiawen sat quietly on the side, her arms crossed on her legs and her chin resting on them. Her head tilted slightly, and gradually, her eyelids began to droop…
By the time Jiang Yan realized something was wrong, he found that Song Jiawen had fallen asleep.
Buried in her arms, the young girl’s delicate face seemed even more exquisite. Her closed eyes made her eyelashes appear longer and more curled than usual, and her pale skin faintly glowed under the light.
“Shh!”
Jiang Yan signaled to Huang Mao, who was still talking non-stop, to pause. He then tiptoed to the bathroom to wash his hands and returned to Song Jiawen’s side. Bending down, he supported her knees with one arm and wrapped the other around her back, slowly resting her against his chest before gently lifting her.
As Jiang Yan tiptoed into the bedroom, almost making no sound, he didn’t ease his breath until he placed her on the bed, removed her shoes, and made sure she was lying comfortably.
Huang Mao watched this scene, feeling something was off.
Don’t men in TV dramas usually sweep women off their feet in a bridal carry, offering both a pleasing sight and a touch of intimacy?
So why did his brother carry this young lady so awkwardly? As if he were holding a fragile piece of porcelain.
But these thoughts he dared only mutter to himself, not daring to speak them aloud.
Song Jiawen slept more deeply and sweetly than ever. When she opened her eyes, it was already broad daylight.
The outside was dead quiet, as if no one was around.
Song Jiawen got up and walked out, to find the living room that was a mess last night had been cleaned and tidied up.
The three assembled computers and the mainframes were lined up against the wall, their screens shining brightly; the two computers that had not been assembled were still in pieces but were neatly arranged on the other side, not looking messy at all.
On the dining table, there were steamed buns, deep-fried dough sticks, and soy milk, along with a note.
It was left by Jiang Yan. He wrote that he and Huang Mao had gone to buy computer accessories and would be back soon.
It was an early start, and it was still not even eight o’clock.
Just as the words “eight o’clock” floated through her mind and she was about to go wash up, Song Jiawen was suddenly stunned. She actually slept until almost eight o’clock before waking up?
What time did she go to bed last night?
With a puzzled expression, Song Jiawen walked into the bathroom, realizing that she couldn’t remember when she had gone to bed.
However, she didn’t dwell on it for long and hurried to the living room after washing up to have breakfast.
Jiang Yan and Huang Mao came back at half past eight, each holding a large box in their arms.
“Once I’ve got these two computers set up, we’ll head out.”
“No rush.”
What was there for her, a hitchhiker, to rush about?
Jiang Yan took off his coat and laid it on the sofa. He then took a black object out of the box, placed it on the coffee table, and pressed the switch with a ‘click’, “please listen to the passage 2…”
Huang Mao clutched his head in pain, “Bro, don’t we have headphones?”
“How can I wear headphones while I’m assembling computers?”
“Then can’t you just listen after you’re done? Give your brain a break; you’ve been listening to it all the way here.”
It wasn’t that he wanted to disrupt his brother’s studying, but that thing was torturous to listen to; it gave him a headache. On their way back, he had nearly mistaken the brake for the accelerator.
But Huang Mao’s protest was obviously futile, as Jiang Yan continued to do his own thing, swiftly handling the components with one hand while painfully trying to comprehend the bird language with the other.
It wasn’t like he enjoyed listening to it or anything; he had no other choice.
Half an hour later, two computers that looked to be at least eighty percent new were assembled. Only then did Jiang Yan turn off the audio device, and he and Huang Mao carried five computers downstairs to the minivan, thumping as they went.
He then went upstairs to wash his hands, grabbed his backpack, and walked downstairs with Song Jiawen.
“We’ll drop you off at your uncle’s house first, then Huang Mao and I will head to the county town. We’ll be back by three o’clock tomorrow afternoon, okay?”
What could possibly be wrong with that?
As the two of them went downstairs, barely out of the stairwell, they heard a quarrel.
“What’s the matter with you? I told you not to park here; why did you still park? Move it, move it, hurry up and go.”
“I’m just waiting for someone to come down, it won’t take but two minutes.”
“What do you mean it won’t take two minutes? You’ve been here for at least five minutes already…”
Just as Huang Mao’s patience was running thin, Jiang Yan stepped forward to greet the other party, “Grandpa Xu.”
Professor Xu turned around and looked at Jiang Yan, pausing slightly, “You are… Shu Wan’s son?”
Jiang Yan nodded, “This is my friend, we’re moving some stuff, and we’ll be leaving soon.”
Normally, the minivan was parked in a corner spot, but they needed to move computers, so they had driven it down to the building entrance.
In the past, when residents had guests or needed to move things, they too parked like this, with no issues. But Huang Mao’s distinctive hairstyle had displeased Professor Xu, and the stickers on the minivan advertising junk computer collection led him to believe they were unauthorized recyclers entering the community.
He was intent on shooing them away.
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Seeing Jiang Yan familiar with this yellow-haired young man, he frowned slightly, and without moving far, he uttered a cold hum, “That Shu Wan too, neglecting her child after the divorce, mixing up with all sorts of unreliable people, what good can come of that?”
Someone chimed in, “I heard she got fired from Experimental Middle School.”
“What? Fired? So he’s not going to school anymore? Does Shu Wan know?”
“She must know.”
“And she’s not doing anything about it?”
“The kid takes after his dad, what can she do?”
“That’s not the way to talk about it…”
Huang Mao was starting the minivan and was fuming with rage upon hearing the gossip outside, whereas Jiang Yan appeared to be very calm, apparently used to it by now.
