Back to the 70s: My Childhood Sweetheart Spoils Me Rotten-Chapter 754 - 756: Fireworks

Gong Ruini always thought today’s shopping list was just for Gong Jiaming’s stuff, but surprisingly, there was quite a bit more.

It shocked Gong Ruini, "Why on earth do we need so much?"

Although they weren’t short of money, buying so many things seemed pointless—were they waiting for them to get moldy?

Even clothes were calculated in bulk; what’s the deal here, were they planning to buy them as family outfits?

Also, why were there so many skincare products? Didn’t they know there was an expiration date on those?

"Brother Guangran, why are you buying so much?" Although it was Gong Jiaming who claimed he was doing the shopping, Gong Ruini knew better; she had seen the purchase order.

Even if Gong Jiaming wanted to make a fortune, he wouldn’t have enough money to invest. As for Gong Zhuang, he might have money, but he came to Beijing to have Miao Cuihua look at houses and buy one; he definitely didn’t have money to do business.

The only one with money and who got along with Gong Jiaming was Zhao Guangran, but would Zhao Guangran really be that generous?

Even if their relationship was good, Zhao Guangran might lend money to Gong Jiaming, but the amount wouldn’t be large; it certainly wouldn’t be as generous as now—at most a hundred or so yuan, which was already a significant number.

Zhao Guangran awkwardly said, "How do you know it’s me?"

He thought his disguise was pretty good this time; Gong Jiaming hadn’t blabbed about it either, so what was going on?

Zhao Guangran didn’t believe the secret would remain hidden for long, but he wanted to keep it under wraps as much as possible.

Would this kid think they were all fools? "Are you planning to buy all this stuff to set up a stall?"

A stall? How degrading was that? Zhao Guangran had long wanted to make money from this, but his brother was watching over him, and even the money-loving Gong Ruini was unwilling, so he had no choice but to abandon the idea.

Seeing Gong Jiaming not give up on such a rare opportunity made Zhao Guangran unwilling to let it slip away, "It’s just a one-off thing, planning to buy some fireworks for Chinese New Year?"

5555, Zhao Guangran felt like crying; this time he was definitely going big, sigh, making money was not easy, he really was utterly foolish—not only hadn’t he earned money from this business, but he had also invested money in it and still had to share unseen profits with everyone.

Zhao Guangran deeply felt he was the most foolish person, endlessly foolish.

"Okay." Gong Ruzhi was a supportive presence, "Brother Guangran, I want to see big fireworks."

The little guy had been pining for them ever since seeing fireworks a few times last year. Hearing Guangran mention fireworks rekindled his desire.

The little guy didn’t forget to gesture, drawing a big circle, "Buy fireworks this big."

Looking at the fireworks bigger than anyone else’s, Zhao Guangran really felt like crying; he just wanted to add a little extra flair, the family already had bought quite a lot.

He didn’t expect Gong Ruzhi to speak so harshly, demanding such big fireworks; what now?

It wasn’t that there weren’t fireworks that big, but the cost was truly terrifying.

"That’s a bit expensive." Zhao Guangran said bitterly, "How about I buy you some delicious food instead?"

Zhao Guangran could only negotiate with Gong Ruzhi, hoping to use treats to persuade him to relent—after all, it wouldn’t be the first time.

"No." Gong Ruzhi was angry, "I just want fireworks."

"Brother Guangran, you said you’d buy fireworks."

Gong Ruzhi wasn’t a fool; with the festival coming and plenty of food at home, plus today’s shopping haul, why agree to Zhao Guangran’s terms?

Ah, impossible? Zhao Guangran hadn’t expected to hit a wall; he never thought the usually easy-going Gong Ruzhi would become so hard to deal with, what now, awaiting online advice.

Zhao Guangran thought he hadn’t made the offer enticing enough, so he mentioned several treats Gong Ruzhi liked, hoping he’d agree.

"No, no, just fireworks." Gong Ruzhi was also getting anxious.

Ignoring Zhao Guangran, he walked over to the amused Zhao Xuran standing nearby, "Brother Xu Ran, Brother Guangran is lying."

"He said he’d buy fireworks, but now he doesn’t want to." Hmph, since Brother Guangran wasn’t keeping his word, let Brother Xu Ran handle it.

Zhao Xuran was delighted to see his foolish brother struggling and hadn’t expected Gong Ruzhi to actually come and complain.

With someone complaining, as the elder brother, he had to step up, "Guangran, what do you plan to do about this?"

This had reached the level of a complaint; Zhao Guangran really felt like crying. Was this kid being too rude? "I’ll buy, I’ll buy."

Could Zhao Guangran even argue he only intended to buy a few fireworks? Definitely not—that would lead to everyone’s criticism.

Oh well, following Gong Jiaming’s plan, as long as these items sold well, the profits wouldn’t be small, so might as well bring joy to everyone; maybe the topic of doing business could be raised later.

"Don’t push yourself." Gong Ruini genuinely worried Zhao Guangran might end up angrily coughing up blood.

"Not forcing, not forcing." Zhao Guangran wished he could say he was indeed forcing himself, why didn’t they directly say not to buy.

"That’s good, after all, you’ve made quite a bit of money." Actually, who didn’t see Zhao Guangran’s struggle? Would anyone remind him? Definitely not.

"The family’s New Year fun depends on you; fireworks are seriously enjoyable." Zhao Xuran admitted that although expensive, they were undeniably spectacular.

Whether the family’s New Year is lively depended on him; did this imply he should buy more? No way, Zhao Guangran felt like crying, "Okay, got it."

"Brother, Ni Zi, whatever you want to buy, I’ll pay for it." Anyway, with Gong Ruzhi making such a bold demand without any reservations, Zhao Guangran might as well act as a generous guy.

"Okay." Gong Ruini was waiting for Zhao Guangran to offer; see, this guy sure knew how to get along, "Brother Xu Ran, let’s even buy fireworks for the Lantern Festival."

Ah, no way, Zhao Guangran was stunned; he had only intended to be polite, didn’t expect Gong Ruini to go along with it, what now, online advice needed, urgent.

Pitifully, Zhao Guangran looked at Zhao Xuran, hoping his big brother would spare him, though he knew chances were slim; still, hope must exist, right?

"I think it’s doable; with so many family members here, buy more. Plus, we’re living in a new house—a vibrant celebration is necessary." Zhao Xuran set the tone for the fireworks purchases.

Ahhh, knowing his big brother was unreliable, yet surprised he’d strike hard indeed, felt like crying, really wanted to cry, what now.

"Promise kept, even if on knees, must fulfill." Zhao Xuran led the group to the fireworks counter, the momentum resounding, leaving Zhao Guangran sobbing at the back.