Su Xiaoxiao looked at Zhao Yanyan with a gaze that said "Are you crazy?" and asked, "You don’t recognize a steel pen?" Zhao Yanyan pinched the pen, asking, "Is this Song Weidong’s pen?" Why is Song Weidong everywhere? Can’t she buy her own? Why must she take other’s? "Give it back to me, this pen is mine. I bought it myself." Su Xiaoxiao was getting impatient. This Zhao Yanyan was acting just like a crazy person, always causing a fuss. What does her steel pen have to do with Song Weidong? "With your family’s situation, can you afford such an expensive pen? This is a Hero brand golden pen, costing ten yuan per pen." Zhao Yanyan looked disdainful, "Your backpack isn’t even worth as much as this pen, how could you buy it yourself? In our class, only Song Weidong’s family can afford such expensive pens." "How much did you say this pen costs?" Su Xiaoxiao suddenly asked. Zhao Yanyan was stunned for a moment, then sneered, "Ten yuan per pen, plus a daily industrial goods purchase coupon." She hadn’t expected it to be this expensive; she bought it casually because she saw it looked nice in the mall. At the time, she thought the golden cap made it look very posh. In reality, ten yuan translates to a thousand gold coins in the mall, but this pen had only cost her a hundred and fifty gold coins. If she sold it at ten yuan per pen, wouldn’t she make a fortune? Su Xiaoxiao was instantly excited, her eyes shining brightly, realizing she could make a lot of money. She grabbed Zhao Yanyan’s arm, "Zhao, do you want this pen?" Zhao Yanyan was utterly confused. What did she mean? "If you want this pen, I’ll give you a twenty percent discount, no ticket required." When Su Xiaoxiao said this, Zhao Yanyan was even more bewildered. What did she mean, selling the pen that Song Weidong gave her? This deadbeat girl really was poor, daring to sell an item gifted by Song Weidong; truly reckless. But for her, it was a good thing. Later, she’d intentionally let Song Weidong know, and he would definitely be disgusted with this destitute girl. Thinking of this, she immediately checked her pocket, but unfortunately, she only found five yuan. She stuffed the money into Su Xiaoxiao’s hand, "I’ll take this pen, but I only have five yuan now. I’ll give you the rest tomorrow." After saying that, she turned to leave disdainfully, but was grabbed by Su Xiaoxiao. "You’re not going to back out, right?" Su Xiaoxiao pulled out a pen and notebook from her bag, "No way I’d back out, but talk is cheap, write me an IOU." It’s just three yuan, why would she renege? She angrily signed her name on the paper. Su Xiaoxiao carefully folded the IOU and put it in her pocket. The customer is god, she decided to treat Zhao Yanyan a bit better in the future. "Good morning, Zhao!" Su Xiaoxiao greeted her and then watched Zhao Yanyan with a grin. Zhao Yanyan: "Isn’t it just three yuan? Look at how petty you are." "Then hurry up and give it." Su Xiaoxiao didn’t think it was wrong to do this; who knew if she’d renege? "Here, here, here, give me the IOU." Zhao Yanyan pulled money out of her pocket, extremely annoyed, and counted three yuan for her, snatching the IOU from her hand. Seeing the money in Zhao Yanyan’s hand, Su Xiaoxiao’s eyes lit up; she was definitely wealthy. Zhao Yanyan shivered under her gaze, "What are you doing? I only owe you three yuan." "Zhao, are you interested in Shanghai’s latest hairbrush? My friend brought some extras for me." "It’s just a colorful hairbrush..." Zhao Yanyan’s words trailed off when she saw Su Xiaoxiao pull out a hairbrush studded with rhinestones. Her words changed immediately, "How much?" "One yuan, thank you." Just after their transaction, a female classmate came over. After learning it was the latest hairbrush from Shanghai, they all gathered excitedly. "Su, how much are the hairbrushes?" Upon finding out it cost one yuan, many hesitated. "That’s too expensive; Shanghai’s colorful hairbrushes are just..." Their words were interrupted by something sparkling at their eyes, and they all looked; it was the hairbrush in Zhao Yanyan’s hand. This hairbrush was different from the colorful ones they’d seen in department stores, entirely encrusted with rhinestones, sparkling under the sunlight. A female classmate couldn’t help but ask, "Zhao, is this the hairbrush you bought from Su?" Although Zhao Yanyan didn’t want to introduce business to Su Xiaoxiao, she couldn’t deny the truth, and reluctantly nodded. Female classmates hadn’t expected Su Xiaoxiao’s hairbrush to be even prettier than those from Shanghai. They all immediately gathered, excitedly asking, "Su, do you still have any? I want one too." In an instant, the classroom became as lively as a market, with each girl excitedly scrambling. Su Xiaoxiao looked troubled, "My friend only brought five hairbrushes, I need to keep one for myself, so there are only three left..." In truth, she had plenty of hairbrushes, but scarcity makes things valuable, too many and they become mundane. Moreover, the individual economy wasn’t fully opened up yet; she feared being reported and accused of profiteering, so she needed to be cautious. Knowing only three were left, the girls scrambled even more fiercely. "Su, let me copy your homework, give me one." "Su, I’ll treat you to lunch." "Su, I have candy, let me feed you." "Su, I’ll add ten cents." Girls surrounded Su Xiaoxiao, the atmosphere reaching a fever pitch. Su Xiaoxiao looked troubled, "I only have three hairbrushes at home, we’re all classmates, it wouldn’t be fair to favor some over others; how about this, first come, first served, those wanting can register with me." Follow current novᴇls on 𝗇𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗅✦𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾✦𝗇𝖾𝗍 Unexpectedly, Zhao Yanyan felt relieved, pleased she bought early when realizing the hairbrushes were so popular. After speaking, Su Xiaoxiao began collecting money, "First, Chen Xiaojuan, second, Zhou Amei, who wants the third?" Just as she asked, the classroom door was suddenly pushed open. Zhou Xiujuan walked in solemnly, "It’s time for class, what are you all doing here? Go back to your seats quickly." Seeing it was the homeroom teacher, the enthusiastic girls immediately became quiet. The students dispersed suddenly, and Zhou Xiujuan slowly walked to Su Xiaoxiao, patting her on the shoulder, "One yuan, right? Give me one." It turned out Miss Zhou was here to buy a hairbrush too. The female classmates: Miss Zhou is too sneaky. Su Xiaoxiao quickly returned the money, "Teacher, you helped me so much, consider this my thank you." Zhou Xiujuan’s face darkened, "No way, what does that make me as a teacher?" Speaking, she shoved the money into Su Xiaoxiao’s pocket, coughed lightly, "Alright, class time."