Chapter 1015 - No Virtue (1/2)

”Have you ever worn a suit before?” Yang Xiaojin asked Ren Xiaosu from the room across his during the night.

Both Ren Xiaosu and she lived on the second floor of the house constructed from brick and wood. Only a few wooden planks separated the two rooms, so they could hear each other very clearly.

Ren Xiaosu lay on the bed with his arm acting as a pillow. ”When would I have had the chance to wear something like that? It's actually quite interesting. Back when I was living in town, Wang Fugui was constantly reminding me not to provoke those who came out of the stronghold dressed in suits, because they were definitely big shots.”

At that time, Ren Xiaosu made up his mind that he would get himself a suit to wear someday. But it was just a thought. After all, suits were not exactly suitable for the activities like hunting that he did.

As time passed, he met many people who wore suits. But the so-called big shots had gradually become insignificant in his eyes.

Yang Xiaojin laughed and said, ”Then you're going to become a big shot as well. Earlier this evening, Mrs. Hu reminded me that you'll be starting work next week. At that time, her husband will bring you to your workplace. She did not make any requests other than saying that you'd have to get yourself a set of formal wear. You have to look presentable when you go to work there.”

Ren Xiaosu wondered, ”There's a rule like that in the administrative center?”

”It's not a rule.” Yang Xiaojin explained with a laugh, ”It's just that Mrs. Hu feels that if you don't dress formally, you might get looked down upon at that place.”

Yang Xiaojin mimicked Hu Xiaobai's tone and said, ”You don't even know that the people working at that place are all smart people. If you don't go there in formal attire, who knows how they'll talk about you behind your back!”

Ren Xiaosu laughed and said, ”I'm not afraid of them ostracizing me.”

”That won't do.” Yang Xiaojin said, ”Although I don't care about the rules, I won't allow them to belittle you.”

”Alright, then let's go and tailor me a set of formal wear.” Ren Xiaosu chuckled, pleased by Yang Xiaojin's sweetness for him.

”No, you'll need two sets,” Yang Xiaojin said. ”So that you can alternate between them.”

The next morning, the two of them did not go out to the market to sell their potatoes but took Streetcar 48 to the center of the stronghold instead.

When the streetcar started moving, it would make a rattling sound as it drove shakily through the city. Pedestrians on the street were reading newspapers as they walked, and students were chewing on buns as they ran to school.

As they were running too fast, the students' backpacks fell off their shoulders and remained slung from one arm.

As the two of them boarded from the first departure station, they got to choose the best seats in the middle of the streetcar as soon as they got on.

After a few stops, a middle-aged man boarded as well. Seeing that there were no more seats in the carriage, he aimed his gaze at Ren Xiaosu and Yang Xiaojin, thinking the young couple looked quite friendly.

He walked up to Ren Xiaosu and coughed twice. ”Ahem, ahem.”

However, Ren Xiaosu looked up in surprise. ”Are you sick? Please stand away and don't infect us.”

Yang Xiaojin giggled. She whispered, ”When taking the streetcar in the stronghold, the younger people should give up their seats to their elders. This is a traditional virtue.”

Ren Xiaosu said unhappily, ”He's only in his forties, so why should I make way for him?”

When the man saw Ren Xiaosu did not have any virtue, he gave up his moral coercion and went off to look for other young people who might give up their seats to him.

”By the way, where are we going to tailor the suits?” Ren Xiaosu asked.