Chapter 343: Tearing Apart the Scummy Girl (Part 2)
Chapter 343: Tearing Apart the Trashy Girl
In fact, Jiang Huaiyu had not misjudged; the fabric of the dress was indeed another famous material of the period—washed water cloth, which was even more expensive than Dacron. A dress sewn with washed water cloth would cost over a hundred yuan.
However, Xiao Hua did not know the real price of this fabric. She simply believed that only Dacron would be expensive, and that ordinary fabrics could cost at most five or six mao per chi. How could there be clothes priced as high as forty yuan each?
Moreover, Xiao Hua was determined to retrieve those thirty yuan no matter what.
Because those thirty yuan had become her hope of continuing her education. Without those thirty yuan, she would no longer be able to attend school after the New Year.
Therefore, she did not run away as Jiang Huaiyu had expected. Instead, she clung onto Jiang Huaiyu tightly, refusing to let go.
"It’s impossible. I’ve seen finished clothes selling for at most ten or eight yuan. Your dress is so flimsy and not even made of Dacron, how could it be so expensive? Even if it was made of Dacron, it would only be just over ten yuan each at most. How could there be clothes that cost thirty or forty yuan?"
Coincidentally, some students who hadn’t left yet noticed the scuffle between the two and gathered around. After looking at the dress on Jiang Huaiyu, they too felt that Jiang Huaiyu was seizing the chance to extort money.
"That’s right, this dress is just made of ordinary fabric, at most costing five or six mao per chi."
"Exactly, even if you’re selling finished clothes that include the cost of tailoring, it shouldn’t be that much."
"Yeah, I had a set of clothes tailored last Sunday. I bought the most expensive kind, Dacron, which cost me sixteen yuan, and the tailoring fee was two yuan and eighty cents. Altogether it wasn’t even twenty yuan.
Your fabric isn’t Dacron or Dacron-like, and it’s so thin that it tears as soon as it’s pulled. It definitely wouldn’t be more than sixty cents per chi, and including tailoring, it wouldn’t be more than five yuan. And yet you’re demanding thirty yuan in compensation from her. This is extortion, right?"
"Exactly. I bought a Dacron shirt earlier this year and it was only twelve yuan. This crappy dress of yours, asking for thirty yuan? In my opinion, it’s not even worth three yuan!"
Jiang Huaiyu’s face turned red and white with frustration under the accusatory gazes of her classmates. "Fine, then pay three yuan in compensation, now!"
The students all looked sympathetically at Xiao Hua.
Xiao Hua’s family was poor and the school term was ending; where would she find three yuan to compensate her?
Suddenly, Xiao Hua raised her head and looked at Jiang Huaiyu: "Fine, I’ll pay you three yuan, but first, you have to return the thirty yuan you owe me!"
Since things were already beyond the point of amicability, she chose to have a falling out with Jiang Huaiyu. If worst came to worst, she could collect and sell trash like Jiang Mengyu did during lunchtime or on Sundays.
However, she had always adhered to the principle that diligence could make up for one’s deficiencies. Thus, if it came to that, her study time might be encroached upon, and her grades might start to slip.
Jiang Huaiyu was about to retort that she had never owed her thirty yuan. But at that moment, faced with her classmates who had yet to leave school, she suddenly found herself at a loss for words.
If there had been no one around earlier, she could have righteously scolded Xiao Hua, saying that Xiao Hua had not completed the task she had assigned, so why should she owe her thirty yuan?
Yes, she had tasked Xiao Hua to ensure that Jiang Mengyu could not participate in the finals. That way, when the new school year started, Jiang Mengyu would not be able to form a study group.
The school had agreed to allow their four-person group to form a study group without attending classes on the condition that she must rank first in each exam.
She knew with Jiang Mengyu’s grades, as long as she took the exam, she would definitely rank first. Thus, her only option to prevent this was to ensure Jiang Mengyu could not take the exam or to disturb her peace of mind right before the exam.
Only if Jiang Mengyu attended class would her fiancé frequently appear at the school. That way, she would be able to see her idol.
Because the task was so difficult, she offered a high reward of thirty yuan.
But Xiao Hua, the fool, used the fact that Jiang Mengyu was late to have the teacher punish her by making her stand on the podium, thinking that would prevent her from taking the exam.
Didn’t she know how highly Teacher Wu thought of Jiang Mengyu?
Without any flexibility, she let her take the exam and once again rank first in the grade.
How could she not be furious? How could she pay Xiao Hua the thirty yuan when she was so incensed?