My Side Job is a Trader

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　　 "Mom, don't you think that our family is short of money as before? Even if you advocate diligence and thrift, you don't need to be so stingy, be nice to yourself, suffer for a lifetime, and always enjoy it."

　　 He Cuizhen said nothing more.

　　 Soon the shopping guide brought a few clothes, both for men and women.

　　 Zhang Xin asked the two of them to try.

　　 Boyu Cheung’s clothes are basically suits. Young people may feel mature and stable when they wear suits. Boyu Cheung is about to be in his sixties, but he is more energetic and youthful when he wears suits.

　　 Comparatively speaking, He Cuizhen's clothes are a bit varied. At first, it was a long skirt. Later, He Cuizhen was not used to it, and then changed into a cheongsam, which made the father and son shine.

　　 Zhang Xin has never seen his mother wearing a cheongsam, and it feels very novel.

　　 But He Cuizhen is very resistant. According to her inherent concept, she is almost a sixty-year-old woman. It is not appropriate to wear such glamorous clothes.

　　 Zhang Xin looked at it carefully and said, "Mom, it's okay. Now many older people wear this style."

　　 He Cuizhen said: "They are intellectuals, and their temperament matches very well. Your mother has been a worker and peasant for a lifetime, and it doesn't match a cheongsam at all."

　　 "Mom seems to pay attention to dressing up when she was young, and she also knows her temperament."

　　 He Cuizhen widened her eyes, did not speak any more, looked at herself in the mirror, turned around to look around, touched the gray hair with her hand, and finally sighed and turned around to take off the cheongsam.

　　 Zhang Xin asked Zhang Boyu in a low voice, and asked his mother how he looked like, and Zhang Boyu said that he looked pretty.

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

　　 "It should be, I seem to have seen it when I commute. It's near the mall and across the road."

　　 "Okay, thank you! Go and do the math, I'll check it out later."

　　 "Do you want these sets?"

　　 "It's all coming."

　　 Talking, Zhang Xin handed out a bank card.

　　 The shopping guide happily accepted the bank card and returned to the cashier.

　　 After coming out of the mall, Zhang Boyu and his wife seemed to have changed.

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

　　 Zhang Xin started the car and went to the nearest barbershop. He saw He Cuizhen still carrying the original clothes in the car, and said casually.

　　 He Cuizhen said: "Take it back and keep it as a commemorative in the future. Anyway, I have been with us for 20 years."

　　 There was no car. It took less than two minutes to arrive at the destination. As the shopping guide said, it was just opposite the mall.

　　 A family in suits, leather shoes, and cheongsam walked into the barber shop. Several young people in the shop were a little startled, until Zhang Xin said: "Thank you for giving my parents a look to match their clothes."

　　 One of the clever little girls hurriedly walked into the room, and then called a woman in her forties to come out.

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

　　 "Okay, when I did it, you watched it a little bit, and you won’t be at a loss when you meet someone a little bit older in the future."

　　 After speaking, the lady boss greeted Zhang Xin's family to sit down. After asking about the needs, the lady boss assured Zhang Xin: "When I finish the styling, make sure that the two elderly people look ten years younger."

The next two hours of waiting. Zhang Xin was really bored. He made a few volatile stock index futures with his mobile phone. Although it would be a little bit delayed due to network problems, there would be discrepancies between the exact point and the actual transaction point. But it is acceptable.

　　 After Zhang Boyu and his wife finished their modeling, Zhang Xin also froze for a moment, as if time had regressed more than ten years ago.

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

　　 Zhang Xin did not reply, and asked Zhang Boyu and He Cuizhen: "Dad, mom, how do you feel the effect? ​​Does it match your clothes now?"

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

　　 He Cuizhen did a hair dye, and then permed her hair a bit, and she suddenly became foreign.

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

　　 Zhang Xin simply swiped his credit card to check out. The proprietress gave him a postcard specially, saying that he needs to make a styling for the studio where she can find her. They also provide door-to-door service.

　　 The three of them returned to the car, and He Cuizhen had been using the phone screen to reflect on her own shape.

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

　　 "Well, it's really good. But that's also your mother's good foundation. When your mother was young, she was also very beautiful. Since marrying your dad, I don't know how much hardship I have suffered."

　　 "That is, how else would you give birth to handsome men and women like my sister and me!"

　　 He Cuizhen curled the corners of her mouth: "With a poor mouth, watch the road drive well."

　　 "Where shall we go next, mom? Anyway, I won't go back at night, just sleep in the hotel, and then take the high-speed train to Jingshi tomorrow morning."

　　 "Then... let's go to the Chenghuang Temple. I used to think about visiting the Chenghuang Temple."

　　 "Go on, sit down, let's go now."

　　 Chenghuang Temple was in the most prosperous urban area of ​​Shanghai Stock Exchange. Zhang Xin wandered around for a long time before he found a parking space.

Walking into the quaint Chenghuang Temple, He Cuizhen looked at the old building~www.wuxiahere.com~ and recalled: "I still remember when I was a kid, your grandfather took me to Shanghai to find a living. At that time, he visited the Chenghuang Temple once. The next row of shops sells department stores."

　　 The three said as they walked, Zhang Xin followed behind to listen to the memories of his parents.

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

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

　　 "Your mom keeps talking about buying a gold necklace before retiring."

　　 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 a few of them, and finally found an older style. Just when Zhang Xin was about to pay, He Cuizhen asked him to wait first, and then asked the clerk to show him a complete set of jewelry.

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

　　 "Mom, why are you so generous today? When you buy gold, you don’t even blink your eyes and let you buy clothes by yourself. You can’t bear to say anything."

He Cuizhen said: "I only wanted to buy a gold necklace. Now I want to buy a set of gold jewelry for my daughter-in-law. Later, when you have a son and a daughter, you can pass it down. Your grandma despised our family back then. I am one. I didn’t get any jewelry. I can’t do nothing to my daughter-in-law like your grandma."

　　 Zhang Xin replied: "Okay, you can be happy. But when I hold the wedding, don't you have to give me hardware?"

　　 "Hardware is hardware, I will buy it again when that time comes."

　　 Zhang Xin gave a thumbs up and said: "Mom, today is the most angry time I have ever seen in my memory. I hope you can always maintain such an atmospheric style."