Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 157 I Want a Strawberry Milkshake 16

Looking at the big bag of nails, Song Xianyin was too lazy to carry it home. Her grandmother and the others would have to carry it out to sell anyway.

"You go home first, I'll go sell this." Song Xianyin pointed to the large fertilizer bag on the ground.

Jiang Yixing nodded: "Then let's go."

Song Xianyin glanced at him, while Jiang Yixing, carrying the fertilizer bag, looked at her quite naturally.

The driver was completely silent. They could have taken them there themselves; why carry them back and forth like this?

The recycling area was almost completely blocked by plastic bottles outside, so you wouldn't know where the door was unless you got close.

Jiang Yixing looked at the unidentified stain on the ground with extreme disgust.

He put on his mask and handed another mask to Song Xianyin.

Song Xianyin, holding a mask, began negotiating prices with the shop owner.

She's been here several times, so this smell is nothing to her.

Jiang Yixing kept staring at Song Xianyin. Seeing that she didn't intend to tear open the mask packaging, he quickly tore it open and handed it to her.

"There's so much dust here."

Seeing Song Xianyin wearing a mask, Jiang Yixing finally felt relieved.

The boss saw that she came alone this time, so he offered her a lower price than the previous times.

Song Xianyin frowned deeply: "Why is the price so much lower than before?"

The boss rambled on and on, but he just wouldn't budge.

"I almost cursed you out the last few times. I paid you so much for all that stuff you have, I'm losing money, you know that?" The boss pointed at the nails on the ground, his face turning red with anger.

Jiang Yixing frowned and said in a low voice, "Let's go. I know a place that offers higher prices."

Song Xianyin looked at him in confusion: "Where?"

Jiang Yixing picked up the large fertilizer bag: "Back in my hometown, that person is really rich, and the price she offers is definitely higher than here."

Just as the two were about to turn and leave, the boss relented.

"Alright, alright, keep the same price as before. You're such a shrewd student." He muttered somewhat unhappily.

But Jiang Yixing refused to let go: "Let's go."

Song Xianyin looked at him blankly: "Are you really leaving?"

She thought it was part of his tactics.

Jiang Yixing nodded firmly: "Really, we'll sell it to her."

The boss was getting anxious: "Where are you going? Where are you going? I'm the one who offered the highest price in City A. There's no one else who can offer that."

He quickly grabbed the large fertilizer bag.

Jiang Yixing pursed his lips, gazing intently at Song Xianyin.

Looking at him, Song Xianyin was also a little unsure. Did Jiang Yixing really know? But he didn't seem like someone who knew about these places.

She leaned close to Jiang Yixing's ear and whispered, "Who is he?"

Jiang Yixing replied softly, "My grandma has a scrap yard. I asked her to give me a higher price."

Song Xianyin's lips twitched, and she waved her hands repeatedly: "No, no, how can I make money off your family?"

She took the bag of nails off his shoulder and dragged it onto the scale. After calculating the money, the shopkeeper quickly transferred it to her.

I didn't expect a competitor to show up. What's going on here?

Jiang Yixing looked extremely disappointed, and even after leaving the junkyard, he still exuded an aura of sadness.

Song Xianyin sighed: "Don't be like this, I just think it's not good."

Jiang Yixing said in a low voice, "Why not? My grandma really does have a recycling station."

And it's very profitable.

His first cell phone was bought for him by his grandmother when he was a child, and his grandfather even told him to learn how to sell scrap metal when he grew up.

“But that’s your family’s money.” Song Xianyin frowned at him. “We’re friends, aren’t we? It feels like you’re making money off your own family.”

He asked his grandmother to give her a higher price; wouldn't that be taking advantage of their family?

Jiang Yixing paused for a moment upon hearing this, and looked at Song Xianyin beside him with some surprise.

But Song Xianyin was busy sending messages and didn't notice his reaction at all.

"Thank you for coming with me today."

Jiang Yixing's ears immediately turned red. He responded softly and didn't say anything.

He thought she didn't want to be associated with him, but she had just said they were family.

Jiang Yixing's mood immediately improved. No wonder she didn't agree. If it were him, he would also feel that there was no point in making money off his family.

The driver watched the two of them come out. Jiang Yixing would occasionally turn his head to look at Song Xianyin. He looked at Song Xianyin, who had her head down, and hesitated to speak, but he didn't say anything. He sighed and turned his head away.

driver:……

When did this sharp-tongued kid become so hesitant?

On the way home, Jiang Yixing suddenly said, "Why don't you become a tutor? Your grades are so good, and you can earn more money."

Song Xianyin looked at the lights outside the window: "Many people probably won't believe me, after all, I'm only in high school."

Tutors in City A are quite selective; they usually need to be graduates of prestigious universities. She couldn't believe that anyone would hire a high school student as a tutor.

Jiang Yixing looked at her seriously: "I know someone who is a primary school student and is particularly stupid. You are more than capable of teaching him."

"But will his parents agree?"

"They'll definitely agree. You're pretty strong too. If he doesn't listen, just beat him up."

The driver in the front seat had a bad feeling. Who was that person? Could it be the person he was imagining?

Jiang Yixing showed her a video on his phone. In the video, a little boy was holding a book and crying loudly, shouting, "I just can't do math..."

Jiang Yixing made his assessment: "He's mentally challenged, but he's very quiet in front of strangers."

Someone who was having dinner at home suddenly sneezed. He sniffed and said, feeling wronged, "Mom, my brother is scolding me."

Jiang's mother looked at him speechlessly: "Just eat your food. How do you know your brother was scolding you if you didn't even see him? He'll be back soon."

Xiao Jiang pursed her lips and continued eating.

The video on my phone is paused.

Song Xianyin hesitated for a moment, then tentatively asked, "This isn't your younger brother, is it?"

Forget it then.

Just as she was about to refuse, Jiang Yixing said coldly, "He angered the teacher again yesterday. I get annoyed every time I see that idiot when I go back home."

“Although he is young, he is very strong. None of the teachers can control him. My parents are having a terrible headache.”

Jiang Yixing looked at Song Xianyin with some trouble on his face: "Are you strong? He's a little fat guy, an ordinary girl probably can't teach him a lesson."

Song Xianyin frowned: "How much strength can a child have? I think I can probably keep him in check."

Let's see what she does.

She showed Jiang Yixing her arm muscles, and Jiang Yixing looked at her with some surprise.