My Side Job is a Trader

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"Mom, you don't think our family is as short of money as before, do you? Even if you advocate thrift, you don't need to be so stingy. Be nice to yourself. After a lifetime of suffering, you have to enjoy it."

He Cuizhen didn't say anything more.

Soon the shopping guide brought some clothes, both men and women.

Zhang Xin asked the two of them to try it quickly.

Zhang Boyu's clothes are basically suits. Young people wearing suits may make people feel mature and stable. Zhang Boyu is about to be 60, and wearing suits will make him look more energetic and youthful.

In comparison, He Cuizhen's clothes are a bit more varied. At first it was a long skirt, but later He Cuizhen said she was not used to wearing it, and then changed into a cheongsam, which caught the eyes of the father and son.

Zhang Xin had never seen his mother wearing a cheongsam before, and it felt very novel.

However, He Cuizhen was very resistant. According to her inherent concept, she was an old woman who was almost sixty years old, and it was inappropriate to wear such a coquettish dress.

Zhang Xin looked it over carefully, and said, "Mom, it's okay, many elderly people dress like this now."

He Cuizhen said: "He is an intellectual, and his temperament matches him very well. Your mother has been a worker and a farmer all her life, so she doesn't match cheongsam at all."

"My mother seems to have paid attention to dressing up when she was young, and she also knows her temperament."

He Cuizhen stared, did not speak again, looked at herself in the mirror, turned around to look around, touched her graying hair with her hand, finally sighed, turned around and prepared to take off the cheongsam.

Zhang Xin asked Zhang Boyu in a low voice, and asked his mother how she was, and Zhang Boyu said she looked good.

Seeing that He Cuizhen was about to change her clothes, Zhang Xin hurriedly stopped her, and then asked the shopping guide, "Miss, do you know if there is a studio nearby for styling?"

"It should be there. I seem to have seen it when I was commuting to get off work. It is near the shopping mall and across the road."

"Okay, thank you! Go and do the math, I'll settle the bill later."

"How many sets do you want?"

"All of them."

With that said, Zhang Xin handed out a bank card.

The shopping guide happily took the bank card and returned to the cash register.

Coming out of the shopping mall, Zhang Boyu and his wife seemed to be different people.

"Mom, what are you doing with your old clothes? Just throw them away as trash."

Zhang Xin started the car and went to the nearest barber shop, saw He Cuizhen still took the original clothes into the car, and said something casually.

He Cuizhen said: "Take it back and keep it as a souvenir in the future. Anyway, I have been with us for twenty years."

There was no car, and within two minutes, I arrived at the destination. As the shopping guide said, it was just opposite the shopping mall.

A family in suits and cheongsams walked into the barber shop. Several young people in the shop were a little dazed until Zhang Xin said, "Please make my parents a shape to match their clothes."

One of the more clever little girls hurried into the house, and then called a woman of about forty to come out.

"Miss Boss, these two elderly people need styling, so I can only ask you to do it yourself."

"Okay, when I'm doing it, you guys watch it, and you won't be at a loss when you meet someone who is a little older in the future."

After the proprietress finished speaking, she asked Zhang Xin's family to sit down. After asking about the needs, the proprietress reassured Zhang Xin: "When I finish the styling, I will ensure that the two old people look ten years younger."

The next thing was to wait for two hours. Zhang Xin was really bored. He used his mobile phone to make a few stock index futures transactions with large fluctuations. Although there would be a slight delay due to network problems, there would be discrepancies between the exact point and the actual transaction point. But also acceptable.

When Zhang Boyu and his wife finished modeling, Zhang Xin was also stunned for a moment, as if the time had gone back to more than ten years ago.

"Boss, what do you think, are you satisfied?"

Zhang Xin didn't answer, and asked Zhang Boyu and He Cuizhen: "Dad, Mom, how do you feel? Does it match your clothes now?"

Zhang Boyu said that the styling is easier to do, but the hair is changed to a length of one inch, and the feeling is different immediately.

He Cuizhen dyed her hair, and then permed her hair a little, which made her feel more western.

Looking at herself in the mirror, although He Cuizhen didn't say anything, she could see from her eyes that she was still very satisfied.

Zhang Xin simply swiped his card to pay the bill, and the proprietress specially gave him a postcard, saying that in the future, he would need to do styling for her atelier, and they would also provide door-to-door service.

The three of them returned to the car, and He Cuizhen had been using the reflection of the mobile phone screen to check her appearance.

Zhang Xin said proudly: "Mom, what's the matter, is it worth the money? Now I know why rich people don't look old."

"Well, it's really good. But that's because your mother has a good foundation. Your mother was very beautiful when she was young. Since she married your father, I don't know how much she has suffered."

"That is, otherwise, how could such handsome men and women like my sister and I be born!"

He Cuizhen twitched the corner of her mouth: "You have a poor mouth, watch the road and drive carefully."

"Mom, where are we going next? Anyway, I won't be going back at night, I'll just sleep in the hotel, and then I'll take the high-speed train to the capital tomorrow morning."

"Then... let's go to the Town God's Temple. I've always wanted to visit the Town God's Temple."

"Okay, sit tight, let's go now."

The Town God's Temple is located in the busiest urban area of ​​Shanghai. Zhang Xin wandered around for a long time before he found a parking space.

Walking into the antique Town God's Temple, He Cuizhen looked at the old building and recalled: "I still remember when I was a child, your grandfather brought me to Shanghai to make a living. At that time, I came to the Town God's Temple once. At that time, the row of shops below were all Selling department stores."

The three talked while walking, and Zhang Xin followed behind to listen to the memories of his parents.

When they came to a gold shop, He Cuizhen walked in without hesitation.

Looking at the rows of neatly placed gold jewelry on the counter, He Cuizhen was fascinated.

"Your mother has been nagging about buying a gold necklace before she retires."

Zhang Boyu explained the reason.

Zhang Xin said: "Then buy it, are we short of that money now? If you want to buy it, buy a big one."

He Cuizhen tried on several pieces, and finally settled on an old-fashioned one. When Zhang Xin was about to pay, He Cuizhen asked him to wait first, and then asked the clerk to show him a whole set of jewelry.

The clerk thought it might be a big deal this time, so he asked the three of them to wait in a special VIP room.

"Mom, why are you so generous today? You don't even bat an eye when you buy gold. You can't bear to buy clothes yourself."

He Cuizhen said: "I just wanted to buy a gold necklace. Now I want to buy a set of gold jewelry for my daughter-in-law. I will pass it on when you have sons and daughters. Your grandma looked down on our family back then. I am a I didn't get any jewelry, I can't give anything to my daughter-in-law like your grandma."

Zhang Xin replied: "Okay, as long as you are happy. But when I hold a wedding, don't I have to send hardware?"

"Hardware is hardware, so I'll buy it later."

Zhang Xin gave a thumbs up and said, "Mom, today is the most aggressive time I can remember. I hope you can always maintain such an aggressive style."