Chapter 6789
The Business Can't Continue
Soon, Wang Sha, like a fox who had gained power, arrogantly led Ma Mengmeng to Yun Yuyan.
She deliberately slowed her pace, circled around Yun Yuyan, and looked her up and down with a gaze as if she were assessing a commodity waiting to be sold, full of contempt and mockery.
She curled her lip and clicked her tongue, saying, "Oh, isn't this Yun Yuyan?"
"What are you dressed like that for today?"
"Could it be that she's hooked up with a rich guy and is going to some high-end place?"
"But in your current bankrupt and destitute state, what kind of rich people can you possibly know? Don't end up getting scammed while you're still helping them count their money."
She deliberately raised her voice, the sharp sound cutting through the air like a blade, attracting the attention of passersby. Many people began to point and whisper about Yun Yuyan.
Yun Yuyan was standing by the roadside with Xiao Chen waiting for a car when she saw Wang Sha and Ma Mengmeng walking over, and a feeling of annoyance welled up in her heart.
She didn't want to talk to the two of them at all, feeling that it would be a waste of time to say another word to them, like talking to a pile of stinky dog poop, which would only make her feel disgusted.
She frowned slightly, turned her head to the side, and pretended not to see them.
Just then, a taxi slowly drove up, its headlights flashing in the night.
Yun Yuyan waved her hand to stop him as if she had seen a savior.
She turned around, grabbed Xiao Chen's arm, and said urgently, "Xiao Chen, let's go!"
"We'll be late if we don't go now. The food street is a bit far from here, and it will be even more troublesome if there's traffic."
Her eyes were full of anticipation; she just wanted to leave this uncomfortable place as soon as possible.
Xiao Chen glanced at the two women behind him. Wang Sha was looking at them smugly, while Ma Mengmeng had a fierce look in her eyes, as if she wanted to devour them alive.
He didn't want to cause any more trouble, lest it lead to complications.
He knew Wang Sha's personality; she was like a stubborn plaster, once you got on her, it was hard to get rid of her. The more he paid attention to her, the more she took advantage of him.
He gently patted Yun Yuyan's hand, signaling her not to rush, then stepped into the taxi, closed the door, and said to the driver, "Driver, to the food street."
The taxi slowly started moving, and the windows rolled up, shutting out the noise outside and Wang Sha's resentful gaze.
Wang Sha watched the taxi drive away, stomping her feet in anger and cursing under her breath.
Ma Mengmeng stood still, her eyes fixed on the taxi that was driving further and further away, until it became a small black dot and finally disappeared from sight.
The exhaust fumes from the taxi slowly rose into the air, forming a thin white mist that appeared somewhat hazy under the dim streetlights.
She frowned, pursed her lips, and muttered, "South City Food Street?"
"Isn't this that dirty vegetable market?"
“I usually find it disgusting to even pass by. The place is full of sewage, stalls are set up haphazardly, and there is a foul, fishy smell everywhere.”
She scoffed, her laughter sharp and grating, as if mocking Yun Yuyan and Xiao Chen, her tone full of disdain: "My dad seems to be planning to demolish that area, saying it affects the city's appearance."
"That kind of run-down place should have been demolished and rebuilt into a high-end commercial district long ago." "Looks like Yun Yuyan's man isn't much either, actually taking his girlfriend to a place like this, what a poor bunch."
"I guess they can't even afford a decent meal normally, and they've never seen much of the world in their lives. They're like two frogs at the bottom of a well, only able to hop around in that narrow world."
Wang Sha's eyes suddenly lit up, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky. She was so excited she almost jumped up. She tightly gripped Ma Mengmeng's hand, her eyes flashing with malice, and said, "Xin'er, why don't we follow them and see what kind of garbage these two poor bastards are eating in that kind of place!"
"It must be hard to swallow."
"They might not even be able to get into a decent restaurant, and will just be eating steamed buns with pickled vegetables and drinking cold water."
"We'll take some photos and post them on WeChat Moments so everyone can see how poor they are and make them never be able to hold their heads up in the ancient city again."
As she spoke, she imagined Yun Yuyan and Xiao Chen looking utterly disheveled, a smug smile spreading across her face.
Although Ma Mengmeng didn't have a good impression of that place, the thought of its dirty and chaotic environment made her brows furrow involuntarily.
Her high heels never touched greasy surfaces, where every step would leave stains. Her Chanel suits couldn't be allowed to get even a speck of dust on them, or they would look terrible.
She felt that such a place was not a place she should go, just as nobles should not go into slums.
But when she thought about what those two scoundrels had said behind her back—how they looked down on her and called their weapons "junk"—she felt a surge of anger, as if a fire was burning within her.
She gritted her teeth and nodded almost unconsciously: "Okay, I'll have my driver come over and go check it out."
"I'd like to see what tricks they can pull."
"If they dare to act arrogantly in front of me again, I will make them know what happens when they offend me."
After saying that, she took out her phone and dialed the driver's number.
The South City Food Street, under the cover of night, resembles a winding gray dragon, lurking in a corner of the city.
Along the streets, various stalls and small shops are arranged haphazardly, with dim and yellow lights, like the powerless eyes of a tired old man, barely illuminating this somewhat dilapidated place.
The air was filled with a mixture of smells from various foods: the smoky aroma of grilled skewers, the pungent smell of stinky tofu, and the fishy smell of seafood. The five smells were so mixed that it was hard to tell which was good and which was bad.
Under the dim yellow light, the signboard of Zhang Peng Barbecue Restaurant looked even more old and worn.
The once vibrant red paint has peeled away considerably over time and with the relentless passage of years and the relentless baptism of wind and rain, like the mottled wrinkles on an old man's face, revealing the dark wooden planks beneath.
The writing on it has become blurred and illegible. The lower half of the character "鹏" in "张鹏烤烤" has been worn away, leaving only an illegible half-character, as if silently telling the story of the store's past glory and present decline.
At the shop entrance, the proprietress and her son Zhang Fei sat on small stools.
The paint on that bench had long since peeled off, revealing the original color of the wood. The edges were smooth and rounded by the years and countless frictions, like jade polished by time.
They sat there quietly, staring at the desolate storefront, which resembled a wasteland, their eyes filled with helplessness and confusion, only able to sigh and stare blankly.
The proprietress's brows were furrowed, as if two small mountains were pressing down on her face, and the corners of her mouth drooped down, forming a bitter curve. (End of this chapter)