“I met her this morning when I was getting hot water. She kept asking me questions, and just now she wouldn’t let go of me. Police comrade, I really don’t know her, and I don’t want anything to do with her.”
The chubby woman naturally defended herself.
Without any evidence, the train police could only criticize and educate the chubby woman, warning her not to approach Whitaker Scarlett again.
“What’s so great…”
The chubby woman mumbled, glared fiercely at Whitaker Scarlett, and dejectedly slunk back to her carriage.
The train police were watching too closely, so the chubby woman and her husband got off the train early at the next stop.
This wasn’t Whitaker Scarlett’s victory; she had only escaped a crisis, but who knew if others would be tricked by the chubby woman?
“Thank you.”
After returning to her sleeper carriage, Whitaker Scarlett proactively broke the silence and thanked the bespectacled middle-aged man.
He was holding a newspaper and nodded, but didn’t say anything else.
They were just fellow travelers who had a brief encounter on the train. Helping to call the train police showed a sense of justice. This person had an unusual air about him; he might be someone of status and position.
Since he didn’t want to talk much, Whitaker Scarlett didn’t bother him.
However, when she ate again, she put all her food on the small table by the window:
“Would you like to try some?”
The middle-aged man completely ignored the fragrant braised meat, contentedly eating his train meal.
Whitaker Scarlett was certain that he really didn’t want to interact with her… Fine, she wasn’t desperate.
After the incident with the chubby woman, the people from various walks of life in the several carriages realized Whitaker Scarlett’s strength, and no similar incidents occurred. The next morning, Whitaker Scarlett safely arrived at family Railway Station.
A dark-skinned woman was holding up a sign that read ‘Whitaker Scarlett’.
Whitaker Scarlett squeezed through, “Comrade, hello, I’m Whitaker Scarlett.”
The woman grinned, her white teeth very prominent: “My brother asked me to pick you up. He said Kay asked him for help.”
Whitaker Scarlett asked a few more questions, and the answers matched what she had agreed upon with Kay. This woman was undoubtedly sent by Kay.
“My surname is Sanders, my name is Sanders Wren, I was born in 1962.”
That means she was 3 years older than Whitaker Scarlett, 21 years old this year? Her name and complexion made a strong impression on Whitaker Scarlett. The sun was strong in, and girls’ skin wasn’t as fair as in Duskhaven Province. Sanders Wren looked older than her actual age.
But the person Kay found had her strengths; she didn’t talk much, but she wasn’t cold to Whitaker Scarlett either.
Sanders Wren’s personality was a bit like a boy’s, and she was also very strong. Whitaker Scarlett said she came to Sablewick to wholesale women’s clothing, and Sanders Wren directly took her to the side of the railway station.
Wholesale markets would never be too far from the railway station; this was in line with market rules. Large quantities of goods needed to be transported by train.
For many years to come, Sablewick’s clothing wholesale market would control more than 50% of the national goods volume, and clothing wholesale markets in various provinces would also get their goods from Sablewick. The most cutting-edge first-hand sources were here… However, the several large clothing wholesale markets that would become well-known in later generations hadn’t yet been unified, there were no tall buildings, no signposts. Sanders Wren found a guesthouse for Whitaker Scarlett and took her to the famous Crescent Market and Harvest Haven Market in the afternoon.
The stalls were simple sheds with electric lights, and there were even more street stalls, with oilcloth spread on the ground, clothes piled up in heaps.
People who came to buy goods didn’t even bother to look, grabbing clothes and stuffing them into burlap bags.
“Everything is 5 Dollars a piece, come and choose, come and have a look!”
“Trousers for 8 Dollars!”
