Dance

Upon hearing Xiang Xiang's words, Yang Wei couldn't help but be stunned.

Found herself a man?

Was it the big brother who threw those five Angels at her yesterday?

Xiang Xiang couldn't have been fooled by him, right?

Yang Wei was a little worried, but she soon discovered that the clothes on Xiang Xiang were new.

Moreover, they were domestic brand-name goods. Although they were still not enough compared to those luxury goods with shocking prices, they could still be considered to be the more respectable clothes for ordinary people.

"Congratulations, we'll keep in touch in the future." Yang Wei simply sent her blessings.

Xiang Xiang nodded with a smile and turned to leave the union.

In less than two hours, Xiang Xiang quit her job and returned.

Zhang Cheng sat on the sofa, fiddling with his phone.

"You're back? How did it go?" Zhang Cheng put down his phone and conveniently took Xiang Xiang's handbag and hung it on the clothes hanger by the door.

"Yeah, it went very well." Xiang Xiang smiled happily. She changed into her indoor shoes and hopped back to the sofa with Zhang Cheng.

She turned on the TV.

Zhang Cheng picked up his phone again.

After sending an apologetic voice message, he continued to play the game.

Zhang Cheng liked to do some casual gaming at times. It felt fulfilling playing tank roles, standing in front to shield everyone else from damage.

However, tanks were having a bad time at the moment. After they patched the archer, even six pieces of defensive equipment would not be able to withstand the high explosive damage of the archer.

Therefore, if nothing unexpected happened, it was a slow, losing battle.

Zhang Cheng put his phone down and looked at the woman beside him.

If nothing unexpected happened, he would be selling ginseng and living a leisurely life in the future.

But would Xiang Xiang like such a life?

"Is there anything you like to do?" Zhang Cheng asked.

Xiang Xiang heard this and thought for a moment. "It's probably dancing?"

Although it was in bad taste to give a show in front of cameras, if it wasn't for the fact that she didn't dislike dancing, Xiang Xiang wouldn't have become a dancing host.

"Then are you willing to continue learning?" Zhang Cheng asked.

Xiang Xiang was a little surprised. She didn't expect Zhang Cheng to want her to learn dancing.

"I'm... I'm a little old, right?"

"Just a little something to do. One can't stay at home every day, can they?" Zhang Cheng said with a light smile.

Xiang Xiang heard this and nodded after thinking for a while. "Okay, I'll listen to you."

Zhang Cheng did not waste any time and directly found a dance teacher for Xiang Xiang to give her private lessons.

After all, in those dance schools, most of the students were around seven or eight years old. At most, they were teenagers. If an adult like Xiang Xiang trained with them, it was somewhat embarrassing.

Zhang Cheng did not lack money and directly hired a specialized teacher.

The dance teacher was a woman in her forties. Due to family reasons, she could not go to a professional dance school to become a teacher, so she could only accept such side gigs.

Therefore, she cherished this opportunity.

After watching for a moment, Zhang Cheng nodded his head in satisfaction. They did not rush through the basic movements such as hooking feet, crossing arms, and lowering waists. After all, Xiang Xiang was already an adult, if they rushed things, it wasn't impossible for her to get injured or even disabled.

It was also very pleasing to watch Xiang Xiang move her body from the side.

A few days passed by just like that. He passed time with some gaming and novel reading, occasionally looking up to watch Xiang Xiang practice dancing and stretching her graceful body.

However, to Zhang Cheng's surprise, an unexpected call came.

It was not entirely unexpected, because after Fang Yan had greeted him, the imposing old man named Yan Xu called.

"Young man, I'm Yan Xu. I wonder if you still remember me?" The Old Man's bright voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Uncle Yan, if there's anything you need, just tell me." Zhang Cheng was very humble.

"Haha, I'm just wondering if you still have more of that ginseng?" Yan Xu asked.

Zhang Cheng thought for a while and said, "Uncle Yan, I don't have that kind of ginseng from before, but I still have two more that are even older."

The ginseng that he sold to Fang Tan and Yan Xu had grown for more than ten days. Over thirty years had passed in that ridiculous Heavenly Dimension.

However, Zhang Cheng did not plan to wait around.

He planned to sell one-day-old ginseng, ten-day-old ginseng, and thirty-day-old ginseng in the future.

Even so, Zhang Cheng discovered something new that surprised him.

The ginseng that had grown for fifteen days and over twenty days were still shrinking.

The ginseng that was originally as big as a radish had shrunk to the size of a carrot, which was the size of the ginseng that had dried for the past ten days.

It looked like wild ginseng, not to mention other things.

All kinds of mustaches and reed skin tattoos were gradually forming on the wild ginseng.

"Oh? That's even better. I wonder if it's convenient for you now? If it's possible, you can still come to Old Fang's place. How about we meet face to face?" When Yan Xu heard that there was a better ginseng, not only did he not feel the slightest bit of disgust, but he was even happier. Obviously, he was not lacking in money. He was not afraid of spending lavishly, but he was afraid of not having quality goods.

When Zhang Cheng heard this, he thought for a moment and decided to sell two more to the other party.

"Okay, then I should be able to come over in an hour."

After asking if Xiang Xiang was willing to go out with him, Zhang Cheng left the dance classroom with Xiang Xiang.

"Sir."

Just as Zhang Cheng was about to leave with Xiangxiang, a beautiful woman in a dance outfit stopped him. Not far behind her were a few other girls in dance outfits.

"Can... can we borrow the dance studio that you rented?"

Zhang Cheng had rented this dance studio from the dance school. After all, there were not many empty dance studios in the school, but they still existed.

It was not very expensive either. A 70-80 square meter empty dance studio with wooden flooring only cost 4,000 yuan a month.

Of course, this meant that it was not expensive for the current Zhang Cheng. If it was in the past where he only had a salary of 5,000 yuan a month, the rent of 4,000 yuan a month would almost cost Zhang Cheng half his life.

Zhang Cheng thought for a while and then nodded in agreement. After all, if she practiced in the same school as Xiang Xiang, they would see each other. He had no reason to sow discord. Besides, he didn't need the studio at the moment.

Without wasting any more time, Zhang Cheng took Xiang Xiang and called a car to return to his residence. Zhang Cheng said that he would take the things upstairs and take out two 20-day ginseng from his space, but he didn't prepare the best one at once. After all, who didn't know how to make a convincing sale.

Then, he took the subway to Fang Tan's pharmacy on the street of traditional Chinese medicine.

In the pharmacy, Fang Tan, an old man in his fifties, was sitting at a table in the shop. There were four other people around the table.

One of them was Yan Xuyan, and the other three were pleasant-looking old men. The other one was a young man who was neatly dressed and carefully stood behind Yan Xuyan, probably a secretary or an assistant. He was the one who transferred the money to Zhang Cheng last time.

Meanwhile, Fang Yan, the young lady, pouted her lips and put her hands on the counter with some dissatisfaction.

"Little Swallow, who offended you?" Zhang Cheng entered the pharmacy and greeted this young woman whose temperament did not match her age with a smile.