Picking Up Fragments

The two of them quickly sold 30 pieces of clothing in just two hours using this method.

Reba was so happy that she couldn't stop smiling, her bright white teeth practically dazzling.

Of course, not all customers bought the clothes out of greed—many chose to return the phone when they found it.

This showed Jiang Siming and Reba the good morals of the people of Chongqing.

Later, most of the clothes sold were thanks to Jiang Siming's good looks.

After selling so many clothes, Reba was satisfied and finished work early.

Calculating the money, each piece of clothing earned them 20 yuan, totaling 600 yuan. Jiang Siming and Reba each got 300 yuan.

"You're a little rich lady now, I didn't lie to you, did I?" Jiang Siming asked with a smile.

Reba giggled and stuffed the money into her small pocket, afraid of losing it.

"The morning's work is finally done. I wonder what tasks we'll have in the afternoon," Reba speculated.

"It'll probably still be work in the afternoon."

"Ugh, what if I don't want to work anymore..." Reba said pitifully. Having to wear ugly makeup and stay in the shop was exhausting.

"That's easy," Jiang Siming replied.

"Really? I don't have to work?" Reba asked in surprise.

Jiang Siming nodded and said, "Here's the plan: you buy a bowl, I'll bring you along, you hold the bowl, I'll do the knocking, and you do the begging. We'll be our own bosses."

Pfft!

Reba rolled her eyes at Jiang Siming, unable to hold back her laughter. She had no idea where he came up with these ridiculous ideas.@@novelbin@@

"So what are we doing now?" Reba asked.

Jiang Siming looked at her in surprise and said, "What do you mean 'we'? It's just you now. Why are you dragging me along? Our partnership has ended. What, you as an investor still want to cling to me?"

Reba could hardly believe her ears. Hey, why did it feel like he was so eager to get rid of her?

She was a gorgeous woman who wanted to stick with him, yet he wasn't even willing...

"Then what are you going to do?" Reba asked.

"Me? Of course, I'm going to watch other people work. It's not mealtime yet, so how can I not enjoy the joy of getting off work early?" Jiang Siming said matter-of-factly.

"Then I want to go too, take me with you!"

Reba actually felt a bit lost when it came to variety shows. If it was a scripted show, she would at least know what to do.

But in a variety show like *Go Fighting!*, which had minimal scripting, she had no idea what to do after finishing one task.

She felt that Jiang Siming was like a seasoned variety show veteran who always knew what to do when there was no script or tasks to avoid awkwardness.

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So Reba wanted to stick with Jiang Siming—yes, just for that reason!

"And what's in it for me if I take you along?" Jiang Siming asked, completely indifferent.

"I'll buy you ice cream, is that good enough?"

Since beauty didn't work on Jiang Siming, Reba had to resort to food.

"Deal! I want Häagen-Dazs."

Reba: "......"

So does this mean that, in his eyes, I'm not even as important as an ice cream...

The crew following them couldn't help but laugh. This was the first time they had seen a male guest treat Reba like this.

In the past, every male guest treated Reba with extreme warmth. At the very least, they maintained a gentlemanly demeanor.

But Jiang Siming completely refused to follow the crowd—he was truly a breath of fresh air among male guests.

After getting the Häagen-Dazs that Reba treated him to, Jiang Siming ate happily while Reba occasionally shot him resentful glances, sometimes even gritting her teeth like she wanted to take a bite out of him.

As they walked out of the shopping mall, Jiang Siming took out his phone and made a call.

"Who are you calling?"

"Brother Xun, checking how his taxi business is going. Also, we can book a ride with him. This way, we can support his business and walk less," Jiang Siming said.

"Look at you being so nice to Brother Xun, why are you so stingy with me? Jiang Siming, at this rate, you'll never find a girlfriend."

Reba pouted, feeling wronged.

Jiang Siming looked up and retorted, "So if I weren't stingy with you, I could make you my girlfriend?"

"I didn't say that!" Reba quickly waved her hands, her face turning red.

"Then that's settled. Stop talking nonsense," Jiang Siming immediately mocked her.

Reba was so frustrated that her chest heaved. She almost wanted to stab... ahem, throw the ice cream at Jiang Siming.

"Hey, Xiao Jiang." Wang Xun's voice came through.

"Brother Xun, how's the taxi business going?" Jiang Siming asked.

"Ugh, don't even mention it. The roads in Chongqing are too confusing. I keep struggling to find my customers' locations. So far, I've only completed three rides, with seven still pending. What about you?" Wang Xun said.

"I finished work early and even picked up a little freeloader. We're planning to check out Yue Yunpeng. How about this—we'll book a ride with you and pay the usual fare. Sound good?"

Behind him, Reba stomped her feet angrily and waved her little fists 'ferociously' at Jiang Siming's back. Who's the freeloader here?!

"That'd be great! Where are you? I'll come pick you up now," Wang Xun replied happily.

Jiang Siming gave him the location, then waited by the roadside. Reba, still fuming, turned her head away, refusing to talk to him.

"He must have noticed that I'm mad, right? He should come coax me, right? As long as he coaxes me, I'll forgive him..."

Reba's mind was racing with thoughts, but after waiting for a while, Jiang Siming remained silent.

She turned her head curiously, only to find that Jiang Siming was no longer beside her.

At some point, he had walked over to an elderly woman selling vegetables at a small roadside stall outside the mall. He was talking to her about something.

The old woman wore patched-up clothes. She couldn't afford to rent a stall at the market, so she had to sell her homegrown vegetables by the roadside.

Curious, Reba walked over and overheard Jiang Siming saying, "Grandma, I'll buy all of your vegetables. Can you tell me how much in total?"

Hearing this, the old woman beamed with joy and started calculating. She held up five fingers, indicating fifty yuan. Jiang Siming handed over the money without hesitation and helped her pack up the vegetables.

Seeing this, Reba immediately stepped forward to help and whispered to Jiang Siming, "Can I also give Grandma some money?"

"No! Are you out of your mind?"

Jiang Siming rejected her outright, his tone unexpectedly harsh.

Reba was stunned by his sudden scolding. She remained frozen in place, even after Jiang Siming finished helping the elderly woman leave. She was still crouched on the ground, unmoving.

"What, are you mad now?" Jiang Siming walked back and asked.

Reba didn't respond, keeping her head down. She looked so aggrieved that her eyes had turned red.

Jiang Siming realized he had been a bit too harsh earlier.

So he crouched down and spoke in a much gentler tone, "Grandma is out here selling vegetables because she wants to earn money through her hard work, not rely on people's sympathy. If you just hand her money for no reason, you're treating her like a beggar. That's really disrespectful, understand?"

"But... I just wanted to..."