Transmigrated as the Villain Boss's Precious Darling-Chapter 80: Asking About Postcards

"What are postcards?" Tang Xiao’nan asked innocently.

The woman said with a beaming smile, "They’re just like photos, with pretty movie stars on them. They sell for a few dimes each, but the cost to make them is actually very low, so the profit margin is huge."

"Mr. Hawthorne, I want to buy postcards," Tang Xiao’nan whined, clamoring to buy them.

Adrian Hawthorne deliberately said he didn’t know where to buy them. The enthusiastic woman immediately chimed in, "It’s still early now. By noon, there’ll be kids selling them at the movie theater entrance, and even more in the evening. Just go to the movie theater to buy them."

"Thank you, ma’am."

Adrian Hawthorne thanked her. The woman was all smiles. He had bought four rice balls at once, so naturally, she was enthusiastic. She couldn’t be bothered with anyone who wasn’t spending money.

Tang Xiao’nan had no interest in the rice balls. She preferred the deluxe version—not too much rice, but loaded with lots of fillings like pork loin, ham sausage, a fried egg, and ketchup, all wrapped in seaweed.

In her previous life, she had been starved for affection, so once she started earning money, she happily spent everything she made each month. She splurged on food, drinks, and entertainment, never shortchanging herself. ’Since my parents don’t love me, then I’ll just love myself!’

’You only live once, so why make things hard on yourself?’

Patrick Thorne tried to feed her, but Tang Xiao’nan clamped her mouth shut and refused to take a single bite. ’I’m not eating a plain rice ball! I’d rather starve!’

"Don’t come crying to me when you get hungry later."

Patrick Thorne grumbled. Tang Xiao’nan rolled her eyes at him. ’We’ll be at Auntie’s house in a little while,’ she thought. ’There will definitely be good food there. I’m not an idiot.’

Not long after they left, Jacqueline Spann and Clayton Xavier also spotted the woman selling rice balls. Jacqueline Spann had the same idea as Adrian Hawthorne; she wanted to ask about the postcards.

"Ma’am—"

She had barely opened her mouth when the woman cut her off. "Are you buying rice balls? One dime each, and you don’t need grain coupons."

"I... I’m not buying one. I just wanted to ask—"

"Shoo, shoo! If you’re not buying, what the hell are you asking about? Stop blocking my stall, I’m trying to do business here."

The woman’s expression instantly soured, and she shoved Jacqueline Spann away in disgust. Trying to get information without spending any money? In her dreams.

"I’ll buy a rice ball for one dime."

Clayton Xavier took out a dime, and the woman’s smile immediately returned. "Go ahead and ask whatever you like. I’ll tell you anything I know."

Jacqueline Spann felt a surge of bitterness. ’This was money Clayton Xavier painstakingly saved up for books, and now it’s wasted on a rice ball! I’ve never met such a snob, an old woman with nothing but money in her eyes!’

"Are we allowed to set up stalls now?"

Jacqueline Spann didn’t want the dime to go to waste, so she tried to get as much information as possible.

"Of course not! Can’t you see I’m being all sneaky about it?!"

Jacqueline Spann was about to ask another question when the woman’s face suddenly changed. She shoved the rice ball into Clayton Xavier’s hand, snatched the dime from him, and pushed her cart away, taking off like the wind.

A man in a red armband ran over, cursing and muttering, but he didn’t give chase. He glanced at Jacqueline Spann and Clayton Xavier, then swaggered away.

Jacqueline Spann was fuming. ’I didn’t even get to ask anything, and the dime is wasted!’

"I’m going to find her and get the money back."

The more Jacqueline Spann thought about it, the more indignant she felt. She started to go after the woman, but Clayton Xavier pulled her back. "She sold us a rice ball, and it’s a decent size. She didn’t do anything wrong. Let’s go."

’He really didn’t understand why Jacqueline Spann was so obsessed with postcards and refused to give up. He, on the other hand, had no interest in business. All he wanted was to get into Aethelgard University. It would be even better if he could study abroad, because his grandmother had told him more than once that his grandfather was overseas, and she hoped he could go find him.’

Clayton Xavier gave half of the rice ball to Jacqueline Spann and quickened his pace. He wanted to buy some high school review books. Because of his family’s poor political standing, he couldn’t attend high school and had to study at home on his own.

Tang Xiao’nan and the others had already arrived at their aunt Phoebe Thorne’s home. Her uncle wasn’t there, just her aunt and cousins. Phoebe Thorne, who was also pregnant, was delighted to see them.