My scumbag sister stole my husband? I'm a scumbag and married my cowardly brother-in-law

Receiving the mockery from Wen Wan, Wen Ya curled her lips and said in a low voice, "It's my fault for saying this even though I know you are not lucky enough to enjoy the pleasure of a man."

He admitted his mistake but he didn't show any attitude towards it.

I've let you go once, if you come again, you can't blame me for being rude. Wen Wan saw the fool glaring at her and smiled, "Men taste so good, why are you still selling eggs here?"

"..."

"Is it because you need to earn money to fill your stomach?"

"..."

"That's not right! Didn't Lu Yiming get enough royalties to live on? Why did he ask you to come out and earn money?"

“……” Wen Ya’s face turned even greener.

"Doesn't he give you money to spend?"

"You..." Wen Ya stretched out her hand to hit her, but she blocked it.

"Wen Ya, I won't mess with you, and please don't mess with me either. Be careful or I'll tell Xu Fengqin that Lu Yiming took the manuscript fee."

Wen Ya knows better than anyone whether she will get any royalties or not, but the boasting and the spilled water cannot be taken back.

If Xu Fengqin knew about this, she would definitely ask him for the debt. How could he get the money to pay her back?

"You dare?" Wen Ya warned her.

"I don't dare to do that, but there are other things." Wen Wan smiled indifferently, "For example, tell Lu Yiming how you sell eggs. Guess..."

"You dare?" Wen Ya was so angry that her eyes turned bloodshot.

"That depends on whether you provoke me or not."

Wen Yaqi's nails dug into her flesh, and the sharp pain slowly brought her back to her senses.

I thought to myself, let’s see how long you can be so proud. You are still young now and don’t understand the things between men and women, but when you get older you will become more and more unwilling to accept it, just like me in my previous life.

After thinking about this, I felt that she was quite pitiful and even felt a little sympathy for her.

By noon, when it was time to get off work, more and more people came to the alley, and Gong Bin, who resold various tickets, also came out.

Wen Wan knew that she had the appearance of a young girl and could be easily deceived, so after agreeing on the price, she did not give him the money directly, but asked him to wait for her here tomorrow.

As expected, Gong Bin said in a bad tone: "Little girl, what do you mean by this? Are you trying to tease me?"

Wen Wan explained patiently, "I came here by bike today. I bought two bikes today, but I can't ride them back by myself. Tomorrow I will bring my brother with me. You take us to the mall to buy the bikes, and I will give you the money and we can ride the bikes back.

This saves trouble for everyone.”

"You bought the ticket today, and you can just go to the mall tomorrow to buy one and ride it home. This is already the lowest price I can give you. It's not fair for me to make another trip."

Wen Wan smiled and said, "Since it's the lowest price, I can't buy it from anyone else, so won't the business still be yours tomorrow?

Why are you in such a hurry?

Don't blame me for speaking bluntly. I'm just a little girl. If you give me a fake ticket, I won't have anywhere to cry.

Besides, I am a little girl, and it is not safe for me to carry so much money when I go out. Let’s understand each other.”

Wen Wan had met Gong Bin several times in her previous life. He was a smart guy who loved to cheat and deceive people, and he was very slippery and difficult to catch.

It is necessary to be on guard.

Gong Bin knew the girl was knowledgeable and said with a smile, "Okay, wait for me here at this time tomorrow and I promise to let you buy a bicycle."

"Ok!"

Seeing that the girl was knowledgeable and well-dressed, Gong Bin thought for a moment and said, "By the way, my wife works at a cotton mill and was given a batch of cotton yarn as welfare.

There are too many for our family to use up. Do you want some? You can take some home and use it to knit sweaters and trousers. They are very warm.

If you want, I’ll give you a discount.”

Gong Bin was a bachelor, so where would he get a wife? He bought cotton yarn at a low price from female workers in the cotton mill. He was the only one who dared to accept stolen goods.

Wen Wan didn't need to make money in this life, so there was no point in asking for cotton yarn. "Thank you, I don't need that."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Ya appeared from nowhere.

"Hey, big brother, do you have a lot of cotton yarn? If the price is cheap, I can buy a lot."

Wen Wan turned around and looked at her, "Why do you want so much cotton yarn?"

"I certainly have my uses."

Just now Wen Ya had been eavesdropping on their conversation. When she heard the topic of cotton yarn, she suddenly remembered that in her previous life, Wen Wan had bought a lot of cotton yarn and knitted a lot of sweaters and pants, and also gave her a cardigan. It was said that she made a lot of money at that time.

Wen Ya felt that if Wen Wan had been successful in her previous life, she could also be successful, and this would earn her much more than selling eggs.

Gong Bin didn't know her background, so he didn't dare to say anything. He just laughed and said, "Comrade, what are you talking about? I'm not the director of a cotton mill, so how can I get so much cotton yarn?

As for the holiday benefits my wife gave me, it’s not much, but I can knit three or four sweaters and trousers.”

With the memory of her past life, Wen Ya said confidently: "I heard that you have a lot of cotton yarn, and the price is very cheap, don't try to cheat me."

Wen Wan almost laughed out loud. She really wondered if Wen Ya had an IQ problem. In the 1970s, cotton mills were publicly owned. If a private individual had a lot of cotton yarn, it would be a clear sign of undermining socialism, and criticism would be considered a light punishment.

Even if someone has the means to get it, they can't say so publicly. If someone with ulterior motives hears it and reports it, isn't that harming people?

Gong Bin was a fool, and didn't buy her tricks at all. "Comrade, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say anything you want. Who told you I have a lot of cotton yarn? Tell them and we can confront each other face to face.

How can you just say something so casually to accuse someone? "

Hearing this, Wen Ya stiffened her neck and said, "Anyway, I heard about it. Just tell me whether you will sell it to me or not! If you don't sell it to me, I will report you to the factory."

Gong Bin had never seen such a confused woman. Even if such a woman could buy more cotton yarn, she would not do business with him. She was brainless and didn't follow the rules of the world. If one was not careful, everyone would be involved. It was not cost-effective.

"It's no use for you to report me. If there is nothing, there is nothing," Gong Bin said nonchalantly.

"That's not right!" Wen Ya began to wonder in her heart. Wen Wan had clearly bought a lot of cotton yarn in her previous life, so how come there was nothing left?

Fearing that he might get into trouble, Gong Bin did not stay any longer. He agreed with Wen Wan to meet tomorrow and left.

Wen Wan was also ready to stand up, but unexpectedly, Wen Ya grabbed her arm.

Wen Ya was flexible and very friendly when she asked her questions. She was even willing to spend a lot of money to treat her to a bowl of wontons on the street.

Wen Wan was hungry so she didn't refuse. She sat down and regretted it as soon as she took the first bite of the wonton.

"Wanwan, are you familiar with the ticket seller just now?" Wen Ya asked tentatively.

"I don't know him," Wen Wan said.

"Impossible," Wen Ya said, but then she felt her tone was too certain, so she said slowly, "I saw you talked to him for quite a while, I thought you knew each other!"

"..."

"Do you think he'll have a lot of cheap cotton yarn?"

Wen Wan thought about it and decided not to tell them the origin of the cotton yarn. Given Wen Ya's personality, she would definitely threaten them if she knew, and the matter might get out of hand.

It is wrong for the female workers in the cotton mill to steal in order to make a living, but it is also wrong to destroy other people's jobs. Besides, this matter has nothing to do with Hao Kuai, so there is no need to say more.

"How would I know this?" Wen Wan asked back.

"How could you not know?" Wen Ya was a little excited, "Obviously..."

"Obviously what?"