Reaching the age of thirty, my income randomly doubled
Chapter 115: Chapter 101: Peak Appearance

"What sort of getup is that?"

Chen Pingsheng had waited downstairs for ten minutes before he saw Chen An'an swagger down from upstairs.

She was wearing a pair of black leather pants with a string of fake bullets tied around her plump waist, holding the Purple Gold Hammer in her left hand and a fake AK, larger than herself, in her right hand.

A large straw hat was perched on her head, and her petite face was paired with large sunglasses.

Could this outfit be stared at directly?

The person who taught her must be dragged out and whipped for three days.

Chen An'an's small face was full of seriousness as she said, "Dad, please be serious, I'm now a Southern cowboy."

"Aren't cowboys from the West? Why is there a Southern one now?"

Chen Pingsheng was baffled, and Chen An'an pushed her large sunglasses slightly down her nose before saying, "Western cowboys are foreign, Dad. We have to be patriotic."

Chen Pingsheng: "..."

He really had fathered a fine daughter.

"Chen An'an, even if you want to play a Southern cowboy, why do you still need to wear tight leather pants? I'm genuinely worried that a fart might burst them open any moment now."

"Hmph." Chen An'an deeply felt how inept her dad was at speaking.

"Don't all those heroic heroines on TV wear leather pants?"

"You just said that's on TV, and all the people on TV are slim and thin. Have you considered your actual situation of eating eight bowls a day?"

Chen Pingsheng pinched the bridge of his nose. In the past, when he saw especially plump women strutting around in front of him in tight yoga pants,

he'd wished he could rush up and punch them.

Now, seeing his own little daughter like this was really maddening.

Hmph... Chen An'an huffed at her dad disapprovingly. Was she called fat?

She was merely healthy, just slightly bulkier.

There is a huge difference between healthy and fat.

Song Yanxi watched the father and daughter with some helplessness, she still reminded him,

"Pingsheng, you should go now. Don't let Peiyao encounter any real danger."

Fine, no time to deal with this Little Fart Kid. Serious business is more important.

Chen Pingsheng, afraid of contingencies, still decided to call Gao Hu before leaving and asked him to bring a dozen burly chefs.

The Fei Yangyang headquarters had dozens of chefs in training anyway; pulling some people out was a matter of minutes.

He started up his big Mercedes and set off first, with Chen An'an plopping onto the passenger seat and striking a cool pose at the end.

Black King Kong sped westward, steady and fast.

...

Meanwhile.

In a small dilapidated factory just outside the sixth ring of Capital City, close to the seventh ring.

The scorching sun blazed down, and the boss was too stingy to turn on the air conditioning.

Eighteen-year-old Jiang Peiyao was indeed beautiful, having come to Capital City to rely on her older cousin.

Unfortunately, her phone was stolen on the train, and the specially prepared gifts for her cousin were also gone.

Jiang Peiyao burst into tears on the spot, fortunately encountering Guo Wen, a kind-hearted girl sitting beside her.

She brought her here to replace a temporary job, one of those sixteen-hour-a-day jobs with a monthly salary of 2,800.

Jiang Peiyao's forehead was sweating from the heat. With makeup, her features were strikingly seductive; without it, she appeared purely innocent.

The boss wasn't too bad to them; it was just that the salary was a little low, the meals too shabby, and the accommodations lacked even a bathroom.

That aside, it was actually okay.

"Peiyao, let's work hard. If we can outdo the other group, we'll get a hundred extra in bonus this month,"

They specialized in making cloth shoes here, handmade ones.

Jiang Peiyao and the girl beside her were responsible for sewing the soles.

The boss was a plump woman who ceaselessly spurred them on. Jiang Peiyao felt there was some truth in her words. Since she had come out, she couldn't rely on her family.

She had to rely on her own hands to buy a car and a house in Capital City.

Of course, she also hoped to buy some gifts for her cousin after getting a month's salary.

It would be embarrassing to turn up empty-handed.

"By the way, Peiyao, weren't you in Capital City to replace your cousin? Have you contacted her?"

Guo Wen, in the same group and just nineteen, had been out working for years.

The scariest thing about being poor is not having any means to arrange good jobs for their children.

If her family had the slightest connection, she wouldn't be content with just over three thousand a month.

Every day they had to work over ten hours.

Jiang Peiyao: "I contacted her and just gave them an address."

Guo Wen: "I'll go with you once we get paid."

"Yes, I believe my cousin is doing quite well."

This Guo Wen in her group was quite nice; Jiang Peiyao was grateful to have met her.

Without her, she wouldn't have known what to do.

Outside the factory.

The gates opened to both sides, and a security guard at a small, old factory was nonexistent.

The big red-head-marked Black King Kong barreled in, performing a beautiful little drift.

Black King Kong parked sideways.

Chen An'an put on her sunglasses, not caring about anyone as she casually got out of the car, holding the fake AK in a pose too cool for words.

The chassis was so high that when she jumped, she almost sprained her ankle.

"Jiang Ge, we are here to save you!"

Chen An'an walked forward with exaggerated, swaying movements, like a fat chicken's butt.

Jiang Peiyao was familiar with that voice.

Wasn't it her cousin's daughter, Chen An'an?

Something had happened in the factory, and everyone came out to see what was going on.

Just then, Gao Hu arrived in his black and gold Maybach S680.

He parked it right behind.

Also entering were a convertible Bentley, a Porsche Cayenne, and a super cool Ferrari F12.

All parked in a row.

About a dozen burly chefs got out of the cars, creating quite a contrast.

The scene made Chen An'an look like a little mafia princess—one who wasn't very sharp, but rather clueless.

"An'an."

Jiang Peiyao couldn't believe it and came over to say hello; was this the lovely Chen An'an?

What kind of getup is that, and what style is this?

Chen An'an called her over seriously and pointed at a row of factory workers:

"With me, Chen An'an here, you guys won't touch even a single hair on Aunt Jiang's leg."

"Smack—"

Chen Pingsheng slapped the back of her head, dissatisfied, "It's a sweat hair, not leg hair—do you even know what you're talking about?"

"Ah? Is that so?"

Realizing she had made a little blunder, Chen An'an re-posed, "Everyone stand still, I need to reorganize my words."

Trying to be fierce yet amusing, Chen An'an said, "With me, Chen An'an here, you guys won't touch even a whisker on Aunt Jiang."

"Stand behind me, you damn kid."

Chen Pingsheng interrupted the drama-queen-in-training, Little Fart Kid, and turned to Jiang Peiyao, "You're in Capital City, why didn't you come to us sooner?"

Look at you, a pretty young lady made all dirty and scruffy.

Even your face is all dirty.

Her fringed bangs hung down, adding a rugged touch.

"Cousin-in-law."

Jiang Peiyao honestly went over to his side only for Guo Wen to tug at her sleeve, "What's the story here?"

"This is my cousin-in-law from Capital City."

"Ah?" Guo Wen looked incredulously at the group; their extravagance was just too much.

The little girl upfront might not look smart, but she was dressed in brand-name clothes from head to toe.

Though the others might not look impressive, those cars though—they had only ever seen them on TV.

And when would they ever get the chance to see such things up close?

Underneath her cousin-in-law's plain appearance was the carefree air of a wealthy person.

A real boss makes an entrance.

"Tsk... never would've guessed Little Yao had such eminent relatives in Capital City."

"That eminent?"

"You're just hair-long, experience-short—see that 'B'-logo car they're driving? Know what brand that is?"

The group kept discussing it nonstop at the back.

"Isn't that just a BYD?"

"Damn, get your eyes checked; among SUVs, that's the crème de la crème, you're telling me it's a BYD?"

"Isn't that a G-Class?"

"Kid, get a good look, that's an upgraded version of the G-Class, the Mercedes-Benz Brabus G-Class, starting at seven million."

"That exaggerated?"

The small factory workforce was deeply impressed by their knowledgeable group leader.

Suddenly, one of them started pounding his chest,

"Oh my god, once there was a chance right before me, and I didn't cherish it. Looking back now, I missed the chance to marry into a wealthy family."

Such drama, so much theatrics.

Another was even more dramatic; tears started falling.

"Brother, it was nothing. Peiyao liked my handsome appearance, but alas, I was too debonair for her to handle."

Everyone gave him odd looks, knowing that it was he who had been assigned to show Jiang Peiyao around the factory.

But with only five hairs left on top of his head, how could he think of himself as handsome and debonair?

Was it because he only bathed once a fortnight?

The female boss also came out, and her legs trembled a little, "Big brother, why didn't you say Peiyao was your sister earlier? I haven't mistreated her at all."

After so much toil in running this small and worn-down factory, and with an eighty-year-old mother to care for and a twenty-year-old husband to support,

she couldn't afford to ruin her factory just because she hired the wrong person.

Chen Pingsheng didn't bother with small talk, "Settle my sister's wages for this period, make it reasonable, got it?"

"Got it, got it, of course."

She immediately handed Jiang Peiyao five thousand; for such talent, at least ten thousand was fitting.

"You guys go help Peiyao pack her stuff in the dormitory; you're coming home with me today."

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