Love? The Reborn Me Just Wants to Obtain Rewards-Chapter 810 - 339 Miss Mo Hongjuan Goes on a Killing Spree!_2

Chapter 810: Chapter 339 Miss Mo Hongjuan Goes on a Killing Spree!_2

"Hey, what’s there to say? Just move whatever you fancy, and that’s that!"

At this moment, Su Huai was busy with his father, Su Aijun, and the driver.

The container doors were wide open, revealing a full load of goods inside—no wonder Gu had described it as goods; it couldn’t be more fitting.

At the very back was a water tank with oxygen equipment and separate compartments.

On the sides, the cargo pallets were loaded with various beautifully packed fresh products.

The deep container seemed like it had no end, with rice, flour, cooking oil, and square wooden boxes laid on the floor, impervious to jostling or shaking.

How much stuff was there in total?

Impossible to count, just couldn’t be done!

The driver had a shipping list, but sadly, Su Huai simply didn’t have the energy to check it—getting through the tobacco, alcohol, sugar, and tea was already quite the feat.

Wang Sanmei clicked her tongue in amazement, "All this old stuff, where are you even going to put it?"

Mo Hongjuan suddenly stopped feeling sorry for herself and said generously, "Well, why else did I ask you to come help move? Come on, see what tickles your fancy!"

Wang Sanmei timidly stepped forward and took a small box from Su Aijun, looking down, she mumbled, "Jinhua ham, a geographic indication protected product... ’Erhuanwu’ breed... Three years of fermentation... Top-grade category... ’A Bite of China’ same item... Holy moly, what’s this thing?"

How would Mo Hongjuan know? She hastily made eye gestures at her son.

Su Huai replied with a smile, "Aunt Wang, it’s a whole cured ham made from the rear legs of ’Erhuanwu’ pigs. It’s very delicious, take a box home and give it a try!"

Wang Sanmei looked up and got such a fright she dropped the box, with a thump, nearly hitting her foot.

"Good heavens! Could you be Pipi?! How did you turn out like this after going to school..."

With a slap, Wang Sanmei was hit by Ms. Mo, "All that delicious food can’t keep your mouth shut?"

"Oh oh oh oh..."

Wang Sanmei quickly shut up, but couldn’t control her glances, which kept drifting towards Su Huai’s face.

Su Huai smiled calmly, "Good food at school, I’ve grown a bit."

Wang Sanmei nodded desperately, but in her heart, she didn’t believe it.

But that wasn’t important, it didn’t matter if others believed it or not. In a few years, beneath the pages of history, who would remember these trivial matters?

They would only sing praises about how Su Huai had made a fortune, allowing his parents to live a life of luxury.

To change the subject, Mo Hongjuan hurriedly asked, "This gift box is really pretty, how much did this cost?"

Su Huai didn’t really know either, he could only guess a midpoint value: "Probably around 5000 or 8000. They’re all from friends, so without a price tag I can’t be sure."

Wang Sanmei unconsciously sneered.

Such a small box, light as a feather and not even ten pounds, could it be worth all that?

Pure bluff!

But in the next moment, when Su Aijun moved down three boxes of liquor and the boxes had the Feitian Moutai logo on them, Wang Sanmei’s expression radically changed.

She recognized this stuff—sold for several thousand a bottle outside, yet here it was piled up like cabbages in the container, at least a dozen boxes!

Wang Sanmei leaped up, "My goodness! What kind of friends does your Pipi have? Is he dealing with murderers?"

Caught off guard by this, Su Huai nearly choked with laughter.

Then his mother naturally picked up the thread, "Murdering might be excessive, but creating life, I think that’s probable. The person gifting is a young lady. Pipi does have some charm after his second growth spurt, and you see, she’s in a hurry to bring things over, afraid she won’t get in line!"

"Ms. Mo! I’ll vomit if you keep on with that nonsense!"

Wang Sanmei was utterly disgusted, truly nauseated, because she also had a boy at home.

"Don’t you know how to do anything but force people to listen to your bragging?"

Looking at her askance, Ms. Mo sneered, "What, is your Old Zhang still up for it? If he is, you should be hitting menopause by now, right? Let me tell you, Wang Sanmei, don’t start with your tall tales. Can’t you see who’s top dog in our neighborhood now?!"

Wang Sanmei, dead at the age of 48.

Thankfully, at that moment, several neighbors from the same building also came down, essentially saving her.

The Oil Field Residential Building naturally housed oil field workers.

Su Aijun was just a humble oil extraction worker, with little prestige, but his relationships with neighbors and colleagues were still quite cordial.

Everyone gathered and chatted animatedly, and he stood in their midst, his cheeks flushing as he distributed cigarettes.

The cigarettes were newly unpacked Yellow Crane Tower 1916, a box of fifty packs, with a total of about ten boxes, each one different.

"Wow, Old Su, your family’s struck it rich, huh?"

"What’s going on? Is all this old car’s load your family’s New Year goods?"

"Damn impressive, Old Su, this load of stuff must be worth at least a million or so—it can’t be worth less!"

Su Aijun laughed so hard his molars nearly got whistled away by the wind, loudly said, "Not at all, not at all, it’s just something my son got to show his filial piety, not worth much money!"

People aren’t blind, they can recognize the quality of mutton and yellow croaker fish, not to mention the tobacco and alcohol at a glance.

Director Xiao from the factory office even joked while complimenting, "Brother Su, don’t you be like my sister-in-law Hongjuan, all honest and sincere—cut out that sudden face-slapping act~~~"

Su Aijun felt embarrassed and, rubbing his hands together, said, "Not at all, not at all, I really didn’t know... Son, quickly distribute cigarettes to your uncles!"

"Ai!"

Su Huai readily agreed, opened up the boxes, and handed out two bottles of Moutai and two packs of cigarettes to each family from the same unit, not missing a single one.

Initially, people felt a bit reluctant to accept, but they couldn’t resist Su Huai’s persuasiveness and ended up taking it with a smile.

Since the gifts were accepted, naturally they hovered around Su Aijun and Mo Hongjuan, endlessly praising them.

Those who knew how praised Su Huai for being sensible and capable; they said that their parents were going to enjoy great fortune in the future.

Even those who weren’t good at compliments managed to put together a sentence about their destined wealth and how their previous care wasn’t in vain.

Actually, whether the compliments sounded good or not wasn’t important, the important thing was that the couple, who had always been inconspicuous, finally gained face thanks to their son.

How ambitious can people from a small city living an honest life around the Oil Field Residential Building be?

Living a lifetime is all about keeping up appearances.

In the end, without even drinking, Su Aijun felt a bit drunk, egged on by people, he revved up the big G’s engine, pressing the accelerator a few times with a rumble.

The whole of Block 8, plus the opposite Block 10, didn’t know how many families were leaning out of their windows watching, filled with envy and murmurs.

After a while, relatives from home also drove over, each of them stunned, mouths agape for a good while.

"Take whatever you’ve set your eye on!"

With a wave of her hand, Ms. Mo, usually quite miserly, let out her generous spirit, gesturing for them to pick for themselves.

Many people helped out, and the easy-to-carry items were quickly moved to the ground, piling up the brick space next to the unit’s doorway.

"Sister, you keep it, this is too expensive..."

Su Huai’s third aunt, however, felt intimated just by looking and didn’t dare to accept or take.

Then Ms. Mo lifted her chin and said, "Where am I supposed to keep it? There’s no room at home even if I stuffed it full!"

Su Huai, quick to recognize his mother was putting on airs, quickly played along, "Mom, our place is a little small. We couldn’t even seat a couple more relatives comfortably. Why don’t you go house hunting tomorrow, stroll around the villa district—just pick whichever one you like and I’ll pay for it!"

Mo Hongjuan placed her hands on her hips, pinching fiercely... she couldn’t laugh now! She mustn’t laugh!

Managing to hold back, she then scolded haughtily, "This home isn’t your responsibility yet! Don’t get ahead of yourself just because you’ve earned a little cash. If you pull off another sudden stunt like this and cause such a scene again, watch your back!"

Right, everyone, applaud!

Around her erupted a chorus of flattery as aunts and sisters-in-law alike praised her, "No wonder your son is so successful, it’s because of the good upbringing!"

"Absolutely, Sister Juan is diligent and ambitious, quick to act, and good at managing the household—little Su’s success is purely hereditary!"

Geez, you all, stop with the praises!

Su Huai watched, worried for his mother—her waist was pinched until her face turned red!

"Mom, go upstairs with my aunts, wash some fruits to eat, and stop blowing in the wind here."

Su Huai hurriedly persuaded, fearing that Ms. Mo might get too excited and pass out.

The relatives who had rushed over also urged her on, and then Ms. Mo was escorted back upstairs by a crowd of sister-in-laws and friends, strutting triumphantly.

——Aunt Wang hasn’t managed to slip away until now, her arm still being pulled.

By the time the women had nearly all left, Su Aijun started revving the engine again, causing Su Huai’s head to throb.

However, his parents had worked hard for two lifetimes, and this was the first time they could hold their heads high, so what was a little forbearance?

The so-called returning home in prosperity is all about showing off this spiritedness.

Su Huai simply stopped moving the goods, opened another pack of Fuchun Mountain Residence, and handed them out one by one, standing in the cold wind, joining them in their smoke clouds, watching his father’s laugh lines unfold.

Since his rebirth, it was today’s bustle that was the most trivial, but also the most fulfilling.

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How’s the situation with Jingdong going?

The theory of the ramshackle crew is still shining brightly...