271. The happiness of the vegetable vendor Old Zhao_1

Riverside vegetable market.

Vegetable vendor Old Zhao unexpectedly didn't set up his stall today; instead, he wandered around the large market in his slippers, slowly and leisurely.

"What's up?" someone called out to him, "Made a fortune, and not doing business anymore?"

Old Zhao chuckled with a hint of laughter, "Jealous, aren't you? Can't help it, who made me the sworn brother of that girl. She calls my daughter her niece!"

Pfft.

His fellow vendors scorned, "Who doesn't know that your girl followed her home and made a few drawings? This is a relationship you have to pay to maintain."

"Nonsense!" Vegetables could be insulted, but not his daughter: "My daughter's drawings sell for money!"

But his peers, who had known him for more than a decade, were harsh in their response, "If she really charged enough money, why would she hand the business over to you? Who wouldn't want free money?"

Old Zhao got into wholesaling expensive vegetables from that girl.