29A cargo ship

  Yu Qingying hadn't had time to stop him, but Tang Zhendong was swimming very fast. By the time Yu Qingying found the exit and got down to the first step, Tang Zhendong had already found the woman who was struggling to stay afloat. One hand was under her armpit, and the other was paddling in the water as he swam towards the shore.

  There were many tourists on the bridge, and when they saw Tang Zhendong bravely rescue people and successfully rescued them, everyone applauded and cheered for Tang Zhendong's heroic rescue.

  "Zhen Dong, are you okay?" Yu Qing Ying anxiously asked after Tang Zhen Dong pulled the girl to the shore.

  Tang Zhendong shook his head, "Nothing."

  Next to him, some quick-witted onlookers had already dialed 120. Tang Zhendong took off his clothes, wrung them out, and the ambulance arrived. "Let's go!" Tang Zhendong pulled Yu Qingying, who still wanted to watch the commotion, quietly out of the crowd.

  "Oh no, our tricycle has been stolen?" Yu Qingying looked at the original parking spot, but it was empty. When Tang Zhendong went to rescue someone from drowning, Yu Qingying anxiously followed him forward, and during that time, Tang Zhendong's second-hand three-wheeled vehicle had been taken away by someone."

  Tang Zhendong actually discovered that the car was gone from a distance, but Tang Zhendong is naturally carefree, he didn't make a fuss. However, Yu Qingying became anxious.

  "What can be done? Tang Zhendong, I'm really sorry, I didn't take good care of the car."

  In Yu Qingying's heart, this car was definitely Tang Zhendong's most important property. This car not only carried himself but also was Tang Zhendong's means of livelihood. When Tang Zhendong jumped down to save people, he instructed her to take care of the car, but she didn't take good care of it, naturally thinking it was hers and not his. So Yu Qingying felt deeply self-reproachful, blaming herself.

  "It's nothing, it's not a Mercedes or BMW, just a broken tricycle, not worth much money."

  This tricycle was bought by Tang Zhendong from the second-hand market after he got out of prison, and it cost a total of 80 yuan. After buying it back, he tidied it up himself, replacing the tires, spokes, gears, and chain, and applying lubricant before it could be ridden smoothly.

  "I'm really sorry."

  "Losing the car is no big deal, but losing the fruit in the car makes me sad. You don't eat fruit anymore and now you have to eat more rice."

  "Ugh, I have a small appetite, can't eat much."

  "Alright, alright, let's go, let's go eat."

  Tang Zhendong never intended to make selling fruit his lifelong career, making money from it was secondary. What he really wanted was to observe the world around this densely populated train station, after all, he had been out of touch with society for too long - eight years, a period during which societal changes were immense, even his alma mater Haicheng No. 1 Middle School had changed so much that Tang Zhendong almost couldn't recognize it.

  Since it is God's will that Tang Zhendong's car was lost, Tang Zhendong would absolutely not complain or blame heaven. He would only regard this as an arrangement by heaven.

  As for what to do later, let's talk about it later.

  After the delay, it was getting late, and Tang Zhendong was about to hail a taxi when Yu Qingying pulled his arm. "Let's take the bus! I want to try that feeling out. We live too close to work, we don't even have the chance to ride the bus."

  Given Yu Qingying's family background, it would be easy for her to buy a car, but as the daughter of Yu Zhenhua, every move she makes is being watched by countless people. As Yu Zhenhua's daughter, Yu Qingying naturally pays close attention to this aspect and often tries to put herself in the position of an ordinary person's child, striving in that direction.

  "Alright, okay."

  Tang Zhendong thought to himself: Taking the public bus was a luxury for him, he preferred to use his own two feet to measure the streets, stepping on the big road, Tang Zhendong had a kind of inexplicable happiness.

  The feeling of freedom is great!

  "Where to eat?" The 6 or 7 o'clock bus was the most crowded time, and Yu Qingying was tightly pressed against Tang Zhendong. Actually, Yu Qingying also wanted to be a bit reserved, but in such a crowded bus, it was impossible to keep a distance.

  "Let's go to the night market, I've always wanted to walk around the night market, and I've heard that there are many snacks at the night market."

  Yu Qingying with Tang Zhendong, as if she had shed the disguise of a newspaper reporter and become a pure little girl. A little girl who lets adults take her around to play.

  "Whatever you say goes."

  The night market in Haicheng has moved to several places, and the current night market is located next to the Haicheng Stadium, in the old city of Haicheng. Only the old city has such a prosperous place.

  "Let's take a walk first, and eat more later." As soon as they arrived at the night market, Yu Qingying's eyes widened instantly. Such a lively and fun place, her father Yu Zhenhua would never let her come to play by herself. When she was in school, her father didn't even allow her to come to such places to have fun. The nature of Yu Zhenhua's work dictated that the more crowded a place was, the less he wanted his children to go there. Yu Zhenhua was a person who liked quiet and disliked noise, and this was also reflected in his education of his daughter.

  "Great!" Tang Zhendong had never seen such a lively scene before. Row upon row of small stalls lined the streets, with people coming and going in a flurry of activity, similar to a rural market. But this was at night, with a unique flavor all its own.

  "Tang Zhendong, come here, hurry up." Yu Qingying walked quickly while window shopping. She was calling out to Tang Zhendong as she walked. Her pleasure lay in browsing rather than buying.

  "Come and see, this bead is very beautiful," Yu Qingying picked up a string of dark jade stone beads, put it on her hand, and showed it to Tang Zhendong, "Do you think it's beautiful?"

  "Beautiful!" Tang Zhendong exclaimed sincerely.

  However, Tang Zhendong wasn't admiring the beauty of Qingying's bracelet, but rather the delicate and slender beauty of her wrist. Smooth and elegant, to Qingying, even if jade was carved into a hollow shape, no matter how beautiful it was, it couldn't compare to the beauty of her hand. When Qingying put on the bracelet, it wasn't that the bracelet added glory to her, but rather she added beauty to the bracelet.

  Even if it's just a string of stones on Qingying's wrist, it's still extremely beautiful.

  "How much?" Tang Zhendong said as he took out his money.

  "Young man, you have a good eye for things. This agate bracelet is the best quality I have here. Just look at the craftsmanship and the color - one glance tells you that this bracelet is something special. You've got a keen sense of observation."

  "Alright, alright, how much money are you talking about? People always like to brag about their own things."

  "Less than five hundred won't sell, this is authentic Yunnan A-grade agate, I won't sell if it's less."

  "It's not for sale, is it? Then you can keep it yourself, we'll continue shopping." Tang Zhendong had been listening to Old Ye's nonsense at the train station for a year, and now he was also considered an ancestor of nonsense. With this small stall owner's trick, Tang Zhendong could see through it at a glance. This wristband might normally cost only thirty or twenty yuan, maybe even fifteen yuan would be enough to make a deal.

  If it were in a large mall, this price would indeed be acceptable, and no one would haggle over the price. However, this is a night market where small trinkets like nail clippers, eye shadow, and hair clips are sold. Would genuine jade or agate really be sold here? Tang Zhendong was skeptical, and Yu Qingying was even more so. Putting aside her identity as a journalist, just talking about Yu Qingying's family background - her maternal grandfather was a wealthy merchant who had seen countless pearls and agates, so it wouldn't be surprising at all. Although Yu Qingying wasn't good at this sort of thing and didn't know how to appreciate it, she also wasn't the kind of person who could be easily fooled.

  "Twenty, sell or don't sell." Tang Zhendong directly quoted a price that made the chain-selling brother extremely depressed.