A domineering country girl flirts with her son, and Commander Huo can't resist.

"Of course, I don't want to be the director, it's just an adjective," Joan explained again.

Jiang Yushun knew that she could not be the director, but the phrase "a pillar of the country, a good director in the hearts of the people" really touched his heart.

"I didn't expect you to be such a young man with such strong beliefs. I underestimated you."

Jiang Yushun handed the portrait of the great man to Qiao An, saying, "You must work even harder and more diligently in the future. I will be your sponsor for joining the Party next year!"

"Thank you, Chief Jiang!"

Just as they were talking, Li Qiang came to report something.

Hearing Jiang Yushun praise her, she was so moved that she gave Qiao An her badge of honor.

This made Joan so happy that she grinned from ear to ear.

She hadn't traded with Deng Fang in a long time, and this time the portrait of a great man and the badge might be able to be exchanged for some useful talismans or other things.

While Qiao An was away, He Hua hired a helper to assist Qiao An and do odd jobs such as washing dishes.

That way, after cooking lunch, Joan can go home.

But instead of returning to Lianchi Village immediately, she went to the black market today.

It's been a long time since she last came, and many people have forgotten about her.

Joan's goal today was very clear: to buy a tricycle.

In winter, she could make steamed buns and pies the day before and deliver them to the armed forces department and machine tool factory the next day.

But in the summer, packages must be packed and delivered on the same day, and she doesn't have enough time.

We'll need to hire someone to help deliver it; with so much food, we'll definitely need a tricycle.

Her bicycle belongs to the police station, and no one else is allowed to ride it except her.

After wandering around the black market for a while, Joan realized that Rat's group was gone, and things had become even more chaotic.

There were fights over goods that didn't match the description, and there were also people being cheated with counterfeit money. In just a short while, she had already seen several fights.

It must be admitted that although Haozi and his gang are not good people, the people in the black market are very law-abiding because of them.

After a while, Joan finally found a suitable seller.

A young man who looked to be in his early twenties sat against the wall, with a nearly new tricycle in front of him, which was exactly what Qiao An wanted.

Just as Qiao An was about to go forward and ask the price, she saw three men surround her.

"Didn't I tell you yesterday that I wanted this tricycle? Why are you still setting up a stall here?"

The speaker was a bald man in his twenties, dressed in a green military-style uniform with a leather jacket over it, looking quite imposing.

But Joan noticed that his legs were shivering from the cold.

"Do you have a say in the black market? I can sell my car to whoever I want. If you want to buy a car on credit, who knows if you're a scammer?"

The bald man smirked. "I already said I'd raise the money for you in three months. I, Feng Sanqiang, keep my word. You have to sell me this car!"

"I won't sell! Bandits! Bullies! Robbers!"

"You!" Feng Sanqiang's eyes widened. "Brothers, push his car away!"

Joanne didn't want to get involved, but pushing the cart wouldn't do.

She searched the black market and found only this one suitable car.

Just in case, she first burned a [Great Strength Talisman].

"Hey! What are you doing?"

Joan rushed over and blocked the tricycle.

Upon seeing that it was a woman who had arrived, Feng Sanqiang looked somewhat puzzled, but then put on a fierce and menacing expression.

"Who are you? It's none of your business!"

With the blessing of the [Great Strength Talisman], Qiao An was not afraid of these few men.

"What do you mean by meddlesome? I've got my eye on this tricycle, and I'll pay for it."

Joanne turned to the stall owner and asked, "How much for the tricycle?"

"No ticket required, 110 yuan."

"Deal made, cash on delivery."

After saying that, Qiao An prepared to take out her wallet.

"No! You can't sell it to her. I bought the car first!"

"What are you going to use to buy this? With your mouth?" the stall owner said sarcastically.

Feng Sanqiang's face flushed red and then turned pale. "I can write you an IOU, and I'll give you 110 yuan within three months. If I break my promise, you can take the IOU to the police station and have me arrested!"

The young stall owner scoffed, "Do you think I'm a child? You wrote an IOU, pushed your cart, and ran off. Even if I call the police, where are they supposed to catch you?"

"Why are you running? I'm from Dongjiawan, my home is right there!" Feng Sanqiang pointed to a dilapidated house not far away.

"Just because you say so doesn't mean I have to believe you. Just because you want to buy doesn't mean I have to sell to you." The young stall owner was also quick-witted, and his words left Feng Sanqiang speechless.

At this moment, Joan had already taken out the money and handed it to the young stall owner.

"The tricycle is yours now. I advise you to leave quickly, or you'll get harassed by these thugs!" The young stall owner grabbed the money and ran out.

Joan pushed her tricycle and prepared to leave.

"Hey lady, could you sell me this tricycle?"

Feng Sanqiang gripped the handlebars, looking anxious.

"Who are you calling 'big sister'?" Qiao An asked, her eyebrows furrowing.

He gritted his teeth, steeled his resolve, and said, "Comrade, ma'am, I'll buy it for 120, is that alright?"

Joan laughed. "What? You want me to write you an IOU too?"

Feng Sanqiang blushed. "I...I don't have that much money right now, but I can earn it. I'll definitely earn enough for you in three months."

No matter what compelling reason he had to buy it, Joan was not going to give up the tricycle to him.

"No, I have a great use for this tricycle." Joan climbed on and rode off.

Feng Sanqiang and his two henchmen immediately stepped in front of her.

"I'm warning you, I work at the police station. If you lay a finger on me, Chief Jiang won't let you off the hook," Qiao An warned.

Enraged, Feng Sanqiang demanded, "What do you mean?"

"I never hit women."

Qiao An was stunned for a moment.

She had a preconceived notion: Feng Sanqiang had a shaved head and two henchmen; he didn't look like a good person.

That's why Joanne was so wary of him.

"No matter what you say, the car is mine, don't even think about it."

Qiao An slammed on the pedals, and the tricycle sped past Feng Sanqiang.

Feng Sanqiang didn't give chase, but instead let out a heavy sigh.

After riding a few meters, Qiao An suddenly heard voices behind her.

Her hearing was just as sharp as in her previous life.

"Brother Sanqiang, we couldn't buy a tricycle. What will Grandma do?"

"Yes, Grandma has to go to the county town every week to see a doctor and get medicine. The bus is often out of service, and even if she does get on, it's crowded and noisy, and there's no guarantee of a seat. Grandma suffers so much."

"It's alright, I'll think of something else. If all else fails... if all else fails, I'll ask my second uncle for help."

This is Feng Sanqiang's voice.

"Brother Sanqiang, last time you asked them for money to pay for Grandma's medical treatment, you knelt for two hours but they wouldn't open the door, and begging was useless."

"Or I'll go rob it..."

"Da Bao! Are you crazy! Grandma said that no matter how poor we are, we can't go astray! Have you forgotten how Haozi and the others got in there?"

Feng Sanqiang rebuked him sternly.

"Brother Sanqiang, I was wrong..."

Joan pulled the brake lever, and the tricycle stopped.

Hearing this, it seemed that Feng Sanqiang had some unavoidable difficulties in insisting on buying the tricycle.

If it's for Grandma, it seems understandable.

Joan admires this kind of filial and principled person.

She twisted the handlebars and rode back.