With this thought in mind, Zhang Guoqing listened in on everyone’s idle chat, while secretly planning how to expand the gains without being exposed.
Imagine a hundred-year-old wild ginseng at least costs three hundred bucks, and if some old man happens to have two or three, that’s a huge fortune.
Even though private transactions seem secretive, everyone knows you can’t not discuss money with family. If someone gets drunk and spills the beans, it’s game over.
Zhang Guoqing pondered over the cash he had, sneakily planning which house to visit tonight and how to divert everyone’s attention. Actually, there’s a safe way. He could contact acquaintances directly to purchase from the acquisition station or the Black Market.
But this would incur favors, and besides, the price difference between them is significant.
After all, Zhang Guoqing is an ordinary fellow, deep down still a businessman, so he’s reluctant to spend too much.
The afternoon shift’s first whistle blew, and Uncle Zhang and his group went to the production team, leaving Mr. Zhang and others to continue drinking?
Heh heh... After two rounds, they had to leave to rest.
As soon as Mr. Zhang got up to rest, the others were all sprawled out, and Zhang Guoqing took the chance to quietly slip away, pulling his little wife along with him.
Once inside their yard, the couple simultaneously reached for the gate, exchanged a knowing smile without a word.
But...
Just as Zhou Jiao waited for him to latch the gate and was about to pull him into the bedroom, he scooped her up and rushed inside, startling her to cover her mouth.
In the bedroom, Zhang Guoqing placed her on the bed, blinking at her teasingly, "Why don’t we warm up first?"
"Shameless!" Zhou Jiao immediately sprung up to tackle him, "Brother, let’s focus on what’s important."
Zhang Guoqing caught her in his arms, "Aren’t you saying one thing and meaning another?"
Zhou Jiao gave a snort, her pouty demeanor sparking his excitement.
Zhang Guoqing glanced out the window, decisively leaned down to peck her lightly, "Silly girl! There’s nothing more important than you."
"Wow, my brother, such sweet talk. Just don’t waste it on wildflowers out there. Otherwise... hmph... you know the consequences."
Zhang Guoqing laughed out loud as she raised her little hand in mock threat. Oh, vinegar pot!
Annoyed, Zhou Jiao immediately tickled his underarm, "I’ll let you laugh at me!"
"Baby... don’t... Brother was wrong..." Zhang Guoqing quickly pleaded for mercy.
Of course, he mostly played along with her antics. With a bit of strength, she couldn’t have moved an inch. This young couple often turned sappy words into fun, and even two lifetimes later, they never tired of it.
"Scared now?" Zhou Jiao proudly lifted her chin, hands in a show of victory.
No matter how much Zhang Guoqing was concerned about ginseng or other plans, he scooped her up toward the bathroom. If he remembered correctly, there should still be plenty of hot water. Yup, his wife has been busy since morning and must dislike her own greasy state.
Indeed, he is a model husband, a good man!
"Oh dear, brother, the important stuff... let’s talk about it first..."
"Silly girl!"
Zhang Guoqing kicked open the bathroom door with his leg.
Zhou Jiao really worried that the door might collapse? She turned to look... Oh well, better not compliment too soon, this strength control is pretty on point. She immediately swiveled her eyes and hugged his neck tightly...
Time passed by, and it was over an hour before they returned to the bedroom again.
On the bed, Zhang Guoqing embraced a lazy, cat-like Zhou Jiao, half-closed eyes leaning against the headboard.


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