Rebirth of a Village Girl-Chapter 413 - : 122: Business development and culture, Fuwa is the son of Li Xianxian! _5

Chapter 413: 122: Business development and culture, Fuwa is the son of Li Xianxian! _5

“There are two remittance forms in total, do you need a copy of the form mailed to the recipient?”

Ni Yang replied: “Send it over.” After all, 60,000 yuan wasn’t a small amount, and without a mobile phone to receive payment information in those days.

“Okay.” Shangguan Xu gave Ni the remittance form, “Sign here.”

Ni Yang took up the pen and swiftly signed her name.

Her signature retained the style from her previous life, with a hint of cursive script, but she wouldn’t make it difficult for people to recognise.

Shangguan Xu took the signed remittance form, and a look of admiration appeared in his eyes.

The handwriting was simply too beautiful.

It didn’t seem like it came from the hand of a girl.

Instead, it seemed like it was written by a boy, exuding an air of grandeur.

During those days, women received a lower level of education on average, most people who came to the bank would choose to use a thumbprint for identification, and some people’s handwriting was crooked even when they wrote their own names.

People like Ni Yang were really too rare!

No doubt, Ni Yang really surprised him.

Shangguan Xu tore off the duplicated remittance form and handed it to Ni Yang, “Miss Ni, the money has been remitted. The recipient will receive it within two working days. We will be mailing the other copy of the remittance form later this evening.”

“Okay, thank you.” Ni Yang expressed her gratitude politely.

Shangguan Xu gave a light smile, “You’re welcome, it’s what we should be doing.”

After Ni Yang left, the staff whispered amongst themselves, “Do you think our bank manager has taken a shine to Miss Ni?”

“Falling for Miss Ni isn’t surprising at all, she’s so beautiful and so rich!”

“What exactly does Miss Ni do? How is she so rich?”

“Miss Ni is the owner of NY Milk Tea Shop and Sour Fish Noodle Restaurant.”

“Really?”

“Of course it’s true! Last time I went to buy milk tea, I saw Miss Ni helping out in the milk tea shop with my own eyes!”

A tall, attractive female employee came over, laughing and saying, “Our bank manager is from a wealthy family, a true blueblood, it wouldn’t be possible for a sole proprietor like her to reach his level, right?”

Indeed!

How could they forget that, no matter how rich or beautiful Ni Yang was, she was ultimately just a sole proprietor…

Ni Yang parked her bicycle in front of a Traditional Chinese Medicine Store.

The moment she entered the main entrance of the medicine store, she saw the boss grabbing a child by the ear and cursing as he came out, “Little beast! A bastard born without a mother! You dare to steal from me! If it happens again, I’ll teach you what eight two tastes like!”

The phrase “eight two” was a popular euphemism for being put in jail during that time.

The child immediately knelt on the ground, holding onto the boss’s leg and pleaded, “Please help my dad, boss. He’s really ill! I only have one father! He cannot die, please! I’m bowing to you. As long as you agree to save my father, I can be your servant!”

If his father weren’t so sick, he wouldn’t have risked stealing the medicine.

“Get lost! Get out of here! I’m not a charity! People die every day in this world. If I were to save everyone, could I handle it?” The store owner kicked the boy away.

His words were realistic but also cruel.

Ni Yang went over and helped the child up, “Are you alright?”

Upon looking, Ni Yang was taken aback, wasn’t this the young boy Fuwa she met last time?

“Fuwa?”

Fuwa recognized the lady who had given him candy that day, “Sister.”

“Fuwa, what happened to you?”

Fuwa, holding back tears, said: “Sister, my dad is very sick. Can you save him? Please!”

The compassionate nature of a doctor would not allow Ni Yang to ignore such a plea.

“Where do you live? Take me to see your father.”

Upon hearing this, Fuwa, seeing the last glimmer of hope, his downcast eyes suddenly filled up with hope, “Sister, my home is at 15 Walt Road.”

Ni Yang followed by asking: “Can you tell me what condition your father is in now?”

Although Fuwa was young, he was able to describe his father’s condition simply.

Ni Yang preliminarily discerned that it was an infection caused by a leg injury, she entered the medicine store to buy some emergency aid medicine, then rode her bike together with Fuwa back to his home.

It was still the same crowded courtyard.