Earning 100 million a day, yet trapped in a county town.

Chapter 3 He relentlessly pursued me

After taking a bath, Wang Guanxi felt completely refreshed.

He climbed out of the bathtub, dried himself off, and changed into a faded black T-shirt and blue jeans.

He checked the time and realized it was still a long time before dinner, so he decided to go to Qianda Plaza to browse around and buy a few outfits.

He immediately got up, intending to go to Qianda Plaza to pick out a few more outfits that fit.

When Wang Guanxi went down to the hotel lobby, he saw the receptionist smiling sweetly at him.

I thought to myself, "The service at this high-end hotel is just different."

It's comfortable to watch people come and go like this.

In September, Wuhan was still unbearably hot. The sun was shining brightly in the sky, and the ground was scorching hot.

Wang Guanxi rushed into the mall entrance, taking three steps at a time. A blast of cool air hit him, making him shiver.

He went straight up to the third floor.

Men's clothing and sportswear brands are all on this floor, and he plans to buy everything from head to toe.

Now that I have money, I don't have to wait for a discount when buying clothes at Uniqlo like before.

There weren't many people on the third floor; just a few scattered customers were browsing.

Wang Guanxi walked slowly, looking at the shops on both sides while considering what he wanted to buy.

As he walked, his gaze was drawn to a person standing in front of a women's clothing store.

A girl stood at the store entrance, leaning against the door frame and scrolling through her phone.

She was wearing a black halter dress, which was excessively short, revealing her two long, white legs.

There was a tattoo on my arm, I couldn't quite make out what the design was, it was just a colorful patch.

Her makeup was quite heavy; her false eyelashes were curled so long they could be used as fans, and her lips were painted bright red.

Wang Guanxi initially just glanced at it casually, but after looking at it for a couple more seconds, he felt that the face looked somewhat familiar.

She has an oval face, big eyes, and a beauty mark at the corner of her eye.

I feel like I've seen this somewhere before.

As he was pondering this, the girl suddenly looked up and stared at him.

Their eyes met.

The girl's expression changed from casual to surprised, and then she spoke:

"Wang Guanxi?"

The voice was high-pitched and bright, with the ending tone of the local Jiangcheng dialect.

Wang Guanxi paused for a moment, his mind racing, and finally matched the face with a name from his memory.

Lin Yanya.

The girl he pursued in junior high school.

He was young then and foolishly saved up his allowance for a long time to give the other person a gift. As a result, the other person accepted the gift but then decisively rejected him.

He still remembers being heartbroken for a long time back then.

After graduating from junior high school, we went our separate ways and never kept in touch again.

Later, I heard Wang Defa mention that Lin Yanya dropped out of high school before finishing and went with a guy whose family ran a restaurant, and they even had a child together.

I never expected to run into him in the mall after so many years.

Lin Yanya glanced at him up and down and spoke first:

"Weren't you always working in Shanghai? Why did you suddenly come back to your hometown?"

"I resigned and am coming back to rest for a while."

Wang Guanxi spoke in a calm tone and didn't say anything else.

As soon as he said that, Lin Yanya's eyes changed immediately. Her gaze swept over his ordinary clothes and the broken screen of his iPhone 11, and a faint, almost imperceptible, contempt curled at the corner of her mouth.

She was certain that the current economic climate was bad, and Wang Guanxi must have been fired by his company and had returned to his hometown in disgrace because he couldn't make it in Shanghai.

After thinking it over, Lin Yanya immediately launched into a lecturing mode, her tone full of superiority:

"I'm not trying to be mean, but what's so great about staying in Shanghai? The salary might seem a bit higher than in the county, but rent, food, transportation—everything costs money. You work yourself to the bone for a month, and you barely have any left. You're basically working for the landlord."

She paused, deliberately puffed out her chest, and continued:

"Unlike our county town, although the salary is lower, the expenses are lower, and it's closer to home, so life is much more comfortable."

As soon as she finished speaking, Lin Yanya casually raised her iPhone 15 Pro Max and waved it, showing off the gold bracelet on her wrist, as if afraid that Wang Guanxi wouldn't see it.

"Look at my phone, an iPhone 15pm, which I bought with my own savings. It's much better to live a stable life in this county town than to mess around in a big city, isn't it?"

After saying that, he gave Wang Guanxi a meaningful look.

The meaning behind that look was clear: Look at the state you've become.

Wang Guanxi found it amusing and was too lazy to argue with her about having 100 million in his pocket, since explaining to this kind of person would be a waste of breath.

He smiled faintly and replied casually, "You're right, come over for a chat sometime."

After saying that, Wang Guanxi turned and left without pausing at all, completely ignoring Lin Yanya's mockery.

Watching his departing figure, Lin Yanya's fake smile vanished instantly. She turned around and rushed back into the store, sidling up to another employee and grumbling in a low voice.

"Did you see that? That guy just now was my junior high classmate, Wang Guanxi. He was the top student in our grade, and the teachers praised him every day. Now he couldn't make it in Shanghai and had to come back here!"

She glanced in the direction Wang Guanxi had disappeared, her face full of disdain: "Look at that iPhone 11 in his hand, it's so broken and he's still using it. He's almost thirty years old. The last time I heard from an old classmate that he's still single. But thinking about it, it makes sense. In a place like Shanghai, how could any woman be interested in him if he didn't have money?"

At this point, Lin Yanya looked even more relieved and proudly raised her chin:

"He used to relentlessly pursue me, but thankfully I was smart enough not to agree. Otherwise, I'd rather be dead than live such a miserable life with him!"

She shook her head, her expression a mix of pity and smugness, and continued:

"So what's the use of studying hard? What's the use of getting good grades? You still can't make it in the big city and you end up slinking back home."

. . . . . .

Meanwhile, Wang Guanxi had already visited several men's clothing stores, including Seven Wolves, Heilan Home, and Youngor, and looked at them one by one.

At each store, his first question was, "Where's your most expensive piece of clothing?"

The sales assistants were all taken aback at first.

This young man, dressed in a faded white T-shirt and canvas shoes, asked a question with rather arrogant tone.

But no business would turn away a customer; they all politely led him to a more expensive area.

Wang Guanxi glanced at the price tag.

The most expensive coat I own costs 1,200.

Shirt, three or four hundred.

Pants, five or six hundred.

Shoes, seven or eight hundred.

Gone.

He was about to ask, "Is there anything more expensive?", but then he thought better of it.

That's just how much purchasing power there is in a county town. Nobody buys clothes that are too expensive, and merchants aren't stupid enough to stock that kind of merchandise.

So he picked out a few sets from various stores that he thought were acceptable.

A coat costing 1,200 yuan, two pairs of pants costing over 600 yuan, three shirts costing over 400 yuan, and a pair of leather shoes costing over 700 yuan.

I also bought two pairs of sneakers for five or six hundred yuan at another store.

In total, it cost a little over five thousand yuan.

After paying, Wang Guanxi carried bags of various sizes out of the mall, feeling a bit sentimental.

Back in Shanghai, a decent coat would easily cost two or three thousand yuan, and slightly better brands would cost five or six thousand.

Back then, he earned over ten thousand yuan a month, and he would hesitate for a long time before buying an expensive piece of clothing.

Now that I have money, I can't buy expensive things anymore.

What kind of thing is this?

As he was thinking, his phone rang.