The Brilliant Life of a Post-Apocalyptic Female Boss Reborn at 70

The shopkeeper brought out everything Xin Yi wanted. "A big iron pot, thirty-nine yuan; an aluminum pot, twenty-five yuan; a steel basin, ten yuan each; four of them, that's forty yuan. The total is one hundred and four yuan. Do you agree?"

Xin Yi did a quick calculation and confirmed it was correct. "Boss, your calculations are spot on!"

Hearing that these things cost over a hundred yuan, Sang Biao felt extremely distressed, as if it were his own money. He quickly said, "Boss, are all these things useful? Are they of good quality? If there are any problems, we'll return them!"

The boss understood what Sang Biao meant: once he dealt with this woman, he would definitely come back to return her.

"How could I dare to do anything immoral in front of Brother Sang Biao? The quality is definitely the best. If there are any problems, you can come and exchange it anytime!"

"I hope there are no problems!"

Sang Biao looked disdainful, knowing that no matter the quality, he would definitely return the goods.

Xin Yi took out a wad of cash, counted out eleven ten-yuan bills, and handed them to the shopkeeper.

Looking at the hundred-odd yuan, Sang Biao felt as if his heart was bleeding, and quickly turned his head to the side.

The shopkeeper took the money. "Young lady, is there anything else you need? I'll give you a spoon and a spatula too. I'll round it up to 110 yuan, so I won't give you change!"

When Sang Biao heard that they still wanted to buy things, he was about to stop them.

Xin Yi quickly agreed, "Thank you, boss. I hadn't even thought of it until you mentioned it. Having a pot but no spatula is a hassle. Thank you for your help!"

"No trouble, no trouble!"

The boss turned around and went back inside to get something.

Sang Biao pretended to be kind and reminded Xin Yi, "Girl, don't be so honest when you buy things in the future. Who knows if a spoon and spatula are even worth six yuan! Actually, wooden ones are fine too, at least they're cheaper!"

"Thanks, Brother Sang Biao, I'll know next time."

Once the boss had prepared everything, Xin Yi planned to go home.

Although there were quite a few things, they were all put into a large iron pot, and Xin Yi could carry them all herself. However, there was a laborer right next to her.

Xin Yi feigned weakness and said, "Brother Sang Biao, could you please help me carry these? There are too many things, and I'm not strong enough, so..."

Sang Biao was initially reluctant, as he wasn't used to physical labor. But then he thought that these were things he could use to pay back the money, so he could manage to do some physical work.

"Don't worry, little sister, I've got plenty of strength. Watch me!"

As he spoke, Sang Biao showed off his biceps. When he saw Xin Yi turn her head away, he thought she was shy, so he picked up the big iron pot and his face turned bright red.

Although the weight was neither light nor heavy, it was still a bit strenuous for someone as physically weak as Sang Biao. In order to conserve his energy, he had no choice but to hurry up and leave.

"Hey girl, follow me from behind, let's hurry and get out of here!"

Upon hearing this, Xin Yi quickly suppressed her disgust and replied with a smile, "Brother Sang Biao, wait for me!"

Sang Biao ran out of the black market in one breath, and Xin Yi managed to catch up. If it were someone else, they might have fallen behind.

As the saying goes, one should strike while the iron pot is hot, but the second attempt will be less effective and the third attempt will be exhausting. As soon as Sang Biao stepped out of the black market, he put down the iron pot, sat on the ground, and was panting heavily.

Seeing this, Xin Yi walked over and asked with concern, "Brother Sang Biao, thank you for your trouble. Why don't you take it yourself?"

Sang Biao glanced at Xin Yi's slender waist and said, "Even I can't do it, you should probably give up, don't break your back."

Sang Biao glanced at the two doormen at the entrance and said impatiently, "What are you standing there for? Don't you know you can lend a hand? You two, come help me move these things into my house!"

The two men guarding the gate looked at each other, hesitant and unsure of what to do.

"Hurry up, don't make me tell my brother-in-law!"

The two men passed the buck to each other, but seeing that Sang Biao's face was getting increasingly grim, the man who had spoken up earlier finally stepped forward.

“Brother Sang Biao, it’s not that we’re unwilling to help you, it’s that we’re afraid Brother Lin will blame us for neglecting our duties. If something goes wrong in the black market, we can’t bear the responsibility!”

Sang Biao regained his composure, stood up, and said arrogantly, "I'm Brother Lin's brother-in-law. I'll take responsibility if anything happens. Let's go!"

"Since Brother Sang Biao has said so, then I will obey your orders!"

The man was a trained fighter, and he easily lifted the large iron pot with both hands.

Sang Biao quickly called to Xin Yi, "Sister, let's go, come home with me!"

Xin Yi looked puzzled. "Brother Sang Biao, why should I go to your house? I'm in a hurry to get home now. How about I go to your house next time?"

Sang Biao slapped his forehead. "Oh, my bad, my bad. I forgot to mention that I have a handcart at home. I meant to go to my house first and use the handcart to transport these things back to you. My house is nearby, it'll be quick!"

"Oh, I see. Let's go then!"

Sang Biao led Xin Yi in front, while the man carrying a large iron pot followed behind.

After turning through two alleys, you arrive at the gate of a courtyard.

Sang Biao took out his key and opened the door.

After the man carried his things into the yard, Sang Biao told him to leave immediately.

The man stretched his arms and said, "Then I'll be going now!"

They even closed the gate behind them when they left.

Sang Biao hurriedly stepped forward to close the door, and the moment he turned around, his expression became one of absolute confidence.

Xin Yi feigned panic and exclaimed, "Brother Sang Biao, why are you closing the door? Didn't you say you'd take me home on a cart?"

He was swaying and trembling as he spoke.

Seeing Xin Yi's reaction, Sang Biao felt a surge of excitement. "Send you back? You've already entered my house, and you still want to go back? Are you dreaming?"

As Sang Biao approached step by step, Xin Yi kept backing away, "Brother Sang Biao, you're kidding, right? I don't believe it, waaaah..."

"Hehe, even now you still can't believe your situation. Although I know I'm not a bad person, you're wrong, I'm serious!"

As they were talking, Sang Biao lunged forward, trying to grab Xin Yi.

Unexpectedly, Xin Yi turned around in time and avoided Sang Biao's hands.

Just kidding. Ever since her lightning powers reawakened, Xin Yi's body has been getting better and better every day thanks to the strengthening power of lightning.

With her supernatural abilities, Xin Yi wouldn't even put ten or eight normal men in her eyes, let alone Sang Biao, a man with kidney deficiency.

Sang Biao was surprised that Xin Yi could escape his ambush. He grinned lewdly and said, "Little sister, you'd better surrender. Don't force me to use my full strength, or you'll suffer a lot!"

As he spoke, he lunged at Xin Yi again.

Now that she had confirmed the other party's true identity, Xin Yi didn't want to waste any more time. She kicked out directly and used a bit of her special ability.

Caught off guard, Sang Biao was kicked and fell to the ground, trembling slightly. Only then did he realize that he had met his match.