She Only Cares About Cultivation-Chapter 910 - 822: Famine Era 63 (4000)_3

In the evening, she was resting with her eyes closed, when a piercing scream suddenly echoed through the train compartment: "Ah..., my money is gone, my money has been stolen."

A middle-aged woman, touching her slashed pocket, sat on the ground crying heartbrokenly. This scene, no matter when, is always pitiful.

"I kept touching it and checking when I got on the train, it was still there before I slept, I just dozed off midway and it got stolen, this damned thief, don’t let me find you, I’ll stab you to death #￥..., "

The foul words that followed, she really didn’t want to hear. No wonder people steal from you, dressed so richly, and you keep touching your pocket as if fearing people won’t know you have money in there? The greatest taboo when traveling is this, regardless if it’s a bag or a pocket, if you keep touching and looking, it spells disaster when observed by ill-intentioned people.

Since the thief was able to steal, it proves they had been watching you on this train for a long time. After stealing the money, they definitely wouldn’t stay in place to hear your curses, they would move to another place immediately, so even if you curse, they may not hear it.

In such cases, there’s the possibility of a gang operation, so Ye Huan only looked back once and turned away.

Even though she’s a military doctor, she’s also getting older, and she can’t manage such trivial matters. Because of this worry, every time she goes out, she dresses particularly discreetly, afraid of being targeted by thieves and criminals.

Bad people don’t have it written on their faces that they’re bad. Aside from thieves, in this era there are human traffickers who specialize in abducting women and children, focusing on those naive rural folks who have never traveled. Society, in any era, is more terrifying than we imagine.

Actually, ghosts are not scary, but what is frightening is the human heart.

To date, she hasn’t particularly trusted anyone, especially in business, always leaving room for herself.

But since a thief visited this compartment, after the train police took the woman away, no one in the compartment could sleep anymore, especially that middle-aged man eating roast chicken, clutching his briefcase with a vigilant look, clearly with valuable items inside. Are these people’s vigilance too weak?

When attention returned, Ye Huan cleaned her nose and suddenly smelled a stench. Looking down, she saw a young man in his twenties, shoes off, snoring away unperturbed by the earlier commotion, making her uncomfortable from the smell. She gave him a push.

"Young man, put your shoes on. Snoring in public is fine, but the smell of your shoes is too strong. Even if you’re comfortable, consider those around you, will you?"

Now Ye Huan is a senior, speaking with a smile. The young man’s face turned red, but he’s a sensible person, immediately put on his shoes, and nodded apologetically to her.

"Auntie, sorry, I’ll definitely be more mindful in the future."

Ye Huan nodded to him: "Thank you."

Each taking a step back, the sea and the sky become vast.

If the other is rampant, then one must use extraordinary means to respond.

After enduring two nights, she finally arrived in Beijing at noon on the third day, by then she felt her waist couldn’t straighten anymore.

No rush to get off the train, it’s the final stop anyway, she waited until most people disembarked before heading towards the door.

At the platform, holding a delivery slip, she found two strong men, borrowing their handcart to help her get the goods into a taxi, paid three yuan labor fee, then headed straight to her store.

Then she arranged for the sales assistants to help unload the goods, for which she specially designed a goods trolley, a few women hustled to transport the cargo to the small storeroom, then left two people outside to sell, while the rest assisted her in matching, counting, and entering records to hang the replenished goods.

If there are new styles, she needs to find time to organize a small event to stimulate consumption.

This is her weekly purchasing route. At the Guangzhou wholesale market, she never looked at those stalls selling by weight or where items are five or eight yuan per piece. The clothes she purchases every time are carefully selected from the entire market, finding clothes that appeal to her.

Ordinary clothes don’t catch her eye, and even the more unique clothes require proper matching to achieve a popular style.

In that wholesale market, retailers like her are numerous, others hardly notice her. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Moreover, now all enterprises are state-owned, it’s not like she can design a style and have it mass-produced at will. So, to make the styles she wants, unless someday she can open her own clothing factory, even a small one, it’s at least a thirty to forty thousand investment, right?