Reencarnação nos anos 70: Uma trajetória de sucesso nos negócios

“Hey, have you heard about the Ji family?” At the entrance of Shixi Village, a group of women gathered excitedly after work, gossiping about the Ji family.

“Tsk tsk, you mean that thing with the Ji family and that lame guy from Peach Tree Village sneaking into the woods?” one woman said disdainfully. “He’s just an elementary school teacher, but his behavior is scandalous. He should be dragged out for public criticism, paraded through the streets, and trampled on by a thousand feet.”

“But Ji Ling always seems so aloof, hardly ever mingling in the village. He has such high standards; there’s no way he’d be interested in that lame guy from Peach Tree Village. Don’t spread rumors, or Ji Third Brother might come after you.”

“Hmph, you won’t believe me even if I say it. I saw it with my own eyes—they ran out of the woods one after the other. If it wasn’t that, then what was it?” The woman, annoyed by the disbelief, blurted out her conjecture. “That girl may have good qualities, but that lame guy is wealthy.”

She drew a needle across her forehead twice, spat on the ground, and while cobbling a shoe sole, continued, “At the time, Ji Ling’s clothes were disheveled, and Sun Erlang was chasing right behind.”

Those nearby exchanged knowing glances and then lowered their heads, smiling foolishly with deep implications.

Ji Ling listened expressionlessly to the commotion outside her door. In the courtyard, Matchmaker Zhang’s eyes gleamed with calculation as she dribbled saliva, earnestly persuading her parents.

Hah, she had finally been reborn.