Hesta wanted to say something, but remembering Yu Xuekun's previous warning, she decided to hold on to her desire to speak and not comment on anything.
Ding Yuqing's eyes drifted to the pedestrians outside the window. Unlike the cafes along the street, few people passing by this shop were in a hurry. Most of them come out to catch the morning market, carrying fresh vegetables and fruits in their hands. Occasionally, children run out from home to play early in the morning, like a gust of wind blowing through the window.
"Do you know when Ding Jiali made his first pot of gold? When he was a sophomore in high school."
"How old are you in your sophomore year of high school?"
"...Sixteen or seventeen years old. Anyway, he is about the same as I am now."
"How much does he make?"
"Six to seven hundred thousand robbies."
"How do you earn it?"
Ding Yuqing stared at Hestad's face. She did see a little surprise in Hestad's eyes, but the degree was far less than what she expected... Maybe Hestad didn't know what a huge income this was. .
Hesta also looked back at Ding Yuqing, "...can I ask this?"
Ding Yuqing smiled and looked out the window again, "At that time, Mr. Shi took him to a few dinner parties and got to know some people. One day later, when he came home, he suddenly asked if the family had 300,000 yuan that he could give him. He wants to buy some luxury cars that have been scrapped.”
"...You mean a second-hand car?"
"It's not a second-hand car, it's a completely scrapped luxury car. The brand name is..." Ding Yuqing rolled her eyes and thought for a long time but couldn't recall the name of the car. "...Well, it's a car anyway. A very famous brand. I remember one scene very clearly - the day our family went to pick up our first car, the garage opened, and a sports car that was burned beyond recognition appeared... There was really nothing left, I could only barely look at it. Outline of car.
"My dad is still driving an old car that he bought many years ago. He only spent less than 60,000 yuan... But at that time, they dared to take out 300,000 yuan and give it to Ding Jiali."
"Um."
"Later I found out that what he bought was not the car, but the procedures for that car. As long as he transferred ownership as the owner of the car, he was automatically deemed to have joined a certain club under that brand - sometimes the sales logic of luxury cars and famous brands The bags are all the same, and they all have a distribution system: some particularly famous styles cannot be purchased directly. You have to buy other bags first and pay the entrance fee, and then you can be qualified to purchase."
Hesta let out a low groan of realization.
"You understand, right?" Ding Yuqing asked.
"Absolutely." Hestad put down the coffee cup, "So he spent money to buy scrap cars, and then transferred the ownership to others - for example, those car owners who plan to buy higher-level luxury cars, so that these people can get it done in one step."
"Yes, if you really want to buy a car, the expense will be too much. Rich people are not fools." Ding Yuqing nodded, "Ding Jiali bought a car for ten and resold it. Earning thirty or forty...then our family started to change houses and buy houses. People who used our last name didn't look down on us very much, but things got much better after that."
"Really? Then your brother is quite smart. Is he still in this business now?"
Ding Yuqing shook her head, "How can outsiders like us get such huge profits... Occasionally, we just get lucky and have a little courage - this is not me disparaging him, that's what he said himself."
"Um."
"Since he can do it, why can't I?" Ding Yuqing said with a smile on her face, "Am I not as smart as him? Not as good at observing people's emotions as he is? Or am I not as lucky as him? I'm in high school too. There's no reason why I can do what he can do. No—he’s not even our child.”
Hesta, who originally planned to echo, raised her eyes again - this time there was more surprise in her eyes than before.
"Oh, I didn't tell you, did I?"
Hesta shook her head.
Ding Yuqing took a small iron spoon and stirred it randomly in the coffee cup.
"My mother was already in her thirties when she gave birth to me. Her health was not good to begin with. Regardless of whether I was a boy or a girl, I was the last child - but my mother was not as lucky as my sister."
The corners of Ding Yuqing's mouth suddenly rose, as if she was sharing a very funny story.
"So not long after I was born, my dad adopted a child from my eldest uncle's family. My eldest uncle had four sons and two daughters. He felt pity for my dad's childlessness, so he gave his younger son to him so that he would not have any children. Juehou - then Ding Jiali came to my house.
"But actually, I'm smarter than him. I'm much smarter than him." Ding Yuqing looked at Hesta seriously, "Don't you think?"
…
As the time approached for class, Hesta left the cafe feeling a little dizzy.
When she went out, Ding Yuqing was still sitting inside, seemingly not worried about being late for school.
Along the way, Hesta was worried - the stories Ding Yuqing told were so bizarre that she couldn't understand the logic. But looking back on my boarding life these days, there is a hint of reality among all the absurdities.
During these few days of getting along, Hestad often recalled the first day he came here. Occasionally she would wonder if her memory was wrong... For example, who was the woman sitting on the windowsill in the living room crying and screaming that day? Is it Xu Ruyi? But Ms. Xu’s daily life is so quiet and diligent, and she even speaks softly, so how could she sit on the window and scream hysterically...
Hesta, who was walking on the street, suddenly slowed down.
She looked at every woman walking towards her. Some of them were smiling and talking on the phone, some were holding their children and walking quickly with serious faces, and some had dull expressions, as if they were lost in thought...
Where are they going, who are they going to meet?
Hesta felt sleepy, as if she were walking among a thousand fences.
…
"who is she?"
In the cafe, the waiter rested his elbows on the bar and spoke in a relaxed tone.
"My new friend." Ding Yuqing replied.
"Is her hair real or dyed?"
"Really." Ding Yuqing stood up, "She is a Hesta from District 3."
"...Really? It's really rare." The waiter looked at Ding Yuqing and started to take out her wallet, as if she was planning to pay. She suddenly smiled and said, "I'll treat you to today's coffee, so you don't have to pay."
"……Why?"
"Bring her here more often in the future," the waiter said softly, "As long as you take her to the window seat, both of your coffees will be on my account."
"That's a good idea. If you want to use her red hair to attract customers, you should tell her yourself and pay her extra." Ding Yuqing raised her head, "I don't think she will agree."
The waiter shook his head regretfully, "...You are so heartless."
Ding Yuqing chuckled, "You think she's special too, don't you?"
(End of chapter)
