Also known as extreme goods

  After dinner, Zhao Zimo went to the supermarket and bought a big bag of "monthly necessities for guests". After coming out, he saw that it was still early, so he turned to the night market not far from Da Feng, where he met up with those three who loved shopping.

  The night market on weekends is crowded, a slightly narrow old street is lined with stalls selling clothes, shoes and socks, small items, and many second-hand goods. Of course, there are more clothes, those fashionable but mediocre quality clothes are everywhere, the price is very cheap.

  Zhao Zimo actually shares the same enthusiasm for shopping as the other three, especially at night markets. However, she doesn't have much interest in buying clothes. Every time they go shopping, what she does most is help the other three haggle prices. When haggling, regardless of whether the store owner or vendor is male or female, old or young, she will display various expressions according to the situation. The only constant is that no matter when, she will always stare firmly into the eyes of her opponent.

  The eyes are the windows of the soul. As the saying goes, "attack the heart first", before attacking the heart, one must attack the eyes, and just this face is enough to make the opponent lose his mind for a short time.

  Who says she wasted a stunning face? So-called beauty also needs to be used properly and innocently.

  Apart from that, every time she would habitually scrutinize the other person without making a sound, and since she started doing this with anyone from the age of 14 or 15, over time she developed a special skill: no matter who it was, no matter how unremarkable the other person was, as long as they had met before, she would definitely remember them.

  A long night market street, she wandered past it, finding that the stalls along the way hadn't changed much since her first visit. However, after walking to the end of the night market, she still hadn't run into those three. Just as she was about to make a phone call, her phone rang.

  "Ah Mo, meet at Xiao Chi Jie Qi Li Xiang, BBQ, come quickly." The brief and concise command came from Gu Cheng Xi on the other end of the line. She put away her phone and prepared to hail a taxi.

  The snack street is on an old street behind Fengda, it takes at least half an hour to walk from the night market. If she doesn't hurry up and go there immediately after being ordered, she will definitely be scolded to death.

  She turned a corner to reach the intersection where she could hail a taxi, and as there were few people around, she stood by the roadside waiting for a random taxi to pass by, with buyers and sellers haggling over second-hand goods behind the bushes.

  One of them said in a rough tone: "This laptop is at most 50% new, I think it's already good enough for you to get 2500 yuan considering it's a brand-name product. You should be satisfied, second-hand goods can't be sold at this price."

  Another voice was soft and weak, yet with an unyielding persistence: "If you want it, five thousand, not a penny less."

  No taxi came, and Zhao Zimo turned back to glance at them casually. They were a short young man and a thin boy with messy hair and shabby clothes, about sixteen or seventeen years old.

  It seemed that the price couldn't be agreed upon, and the young man left in a huff. A glimmer of disappointment flashed across the boy's sunken eyes, and his thin face was soon etched with anxiety.

  When his gaze inadvertently fell on the boy's laptop, Zhao Zimo widened his eyes: a 14-inch computer screen, silver-gray border, black keyboard with a light gray protective film, not the "at most 50% new" that the young man had just said, but at least 70-80%...

  It can be said that after training her subconscious, Zhao Zimo's ability to recognize people is top-notch, and recognizing objects is no exception. Although the boy was standing in a dimly lit area, she still recognized at a glance that this computer was the same one she had seen in room 0910 of Fuxue Building, even though it now lacked the World Expo mascot Haibao sticker on its lower right corner.

  She strode over almost without thinking.

  The boy looked up at her as she approached, immediately perking up, a glimmer of light flashing in his tired eyes, involuntarily revealing a hint of joyful smile, full of expectation, he opened his mouth: "Sister, do you need a second-hand computer?"

  Zhao Zimo originally wanted to indignantly ask, but seeing the obvious and genuine joy on the boy's face, he somehow swallowed back the words that had reached his throat and only said: "Alright, I'll take a look."

  The boy immediately introduced himself with great enthusiasm, and finally he looked forward to it with caution and quoted: "If you like it, I need 5,000 yuan, not a penny less."

  Zhao Zimo was quite surprised that she had listened to him seriously, and after a moment of contemplation, she opened her mouth: "It looks like it's also about 70-80% new, okay."

  "Really?" The boy's eyes absolutely couldn't hide his excitement, and there was a hint of easily revealed innocence. He almost let out a sigh of relief, muttering in a low voice, "Great, great!"

  Zhao Zimo looked at his shabby and tattered appearance, feeling a twinge of sympathy in her heart. However, he was after all a thief, who had not only failed to study hard at such a young age but also caused her to suffer unjustly. So she said: "I don't have 5,000 yuan in cash on me right now. How about this? My home is nearby, why don't you come with me to get it?"

  The boy nodded repeatedly: "Okay, okay!"

  Zhao Zimo slightly nervously took a few detours, although he was always walking in front, but it could be felt that the boy was both tense and excited all the way, she couldn't help but suspect that this might be his first time committing a crime, and he was thrilled to have gotten away with the loot.

  After all, it's just too young.

  After turning another corner, Zhao Zimo slowed down his pace and walked shoulder to shoulder with the boy.

  Across the street, there is a row of lamp posts illuminating the buildings, including the spacious school gate of Xuanfeng Primary School, 24-hour McDonald's, ubiquitous Lianhua Supermarket chain stores, and the brightly lit Xuanfeng District Police Station...

  Suddenly, the boy seemed to feel something and turned around with his computer in hand. Zhao Zimo was already prepared and quickly grabbed his arm.

  He struggled desperately, she refused to let go.

  "You're still young and don't study well, you've done something as shameful as stealing and now you want to run away? How did your parents teach you!" Zhao Zimo's voice was stern.

  The boy suddenly knelt down, his knees cracking on the ground. "I didn't want to be like this either, I really had no other choice, I was forced to think of stealing, don't send me to the police station..."

  Judging from his tone of voice, he has already cried out loud; if there's no other hidden reason, then this child must have become a spirit.

  Zhao Zimo was somewhat dizzy and didn't know what to do for a moment, but still tightly grasped his arm without loosening.

  A motorcycle suddenly stopped beside him, and someone asked in a slightly puzzled tone, "Liang Jin?"

  A slightly cold metallic voice that was faintly familiar, Zhao Zimo involuntarily turned his head back, a slender and elegant figure jumped down from the car with an indescribably handsome and elegant movement.

  Extremely handsome guy!

  Gu Cheng saw her, slightly stunned and then ignored her, instead going to help the boy who had already lifted his head and was crying: "Liang Jin, what are you doing here?"

  The boy saw him, and with a mixture of shyness and pity, he softly called out "Gu Gege" before choking up and being unable to speak. Despite knowing that men shouldn't easily shed tears, his tears could no longer be controlled.

  A boy crying pitifully in the street, Zhao Zimo was at a loss for a moment, although she was in the right and proud of it, but the situation in front of her made her feel guilty.

  Gu Cheng's elegant and refined eyebrows slightly furrowed, she innocently said: "Hey, I didn't bully him, he stole Ji Anchen's notebook, framing me for something I didn't do. Besides, stealing is a crime, I just happened to send him to the police station on my way..."

  Gu Cheng said to Liang Jin, "Get in the car, I'll take you home first, your grandmother is ill."

  After getting on the car, he stepped on one foot, slightly tilted his head to look at her, and his calm eyes couldn't see any emotions: "I already know what you said, I will give you an explanation."

  Alright, Zhao Zimo had already experienced his pride and aloofness last time, so she temporarily believed him when he gave her a promise with such certainty, and did not pursue the matter further.