Look at Oliver from the third company; he doesn’t even have a partner, and his parents must be worrying themselves gray!
Sending items from Skyhaven Province to the capital is slow, but sending things back home from Kay’s unit is quick. He doesn’t even need to go to the post office; he just asks someone to deliver the items to the city, and they are naturally left at his mother’s workplace for her to pick up.
Kay didn’t say much on the phone, just that it was a specialty gift from a friend, and he wanted his parents to try it.
After hanging up, Bella couldn’t help but smile.
Bella may not have much talent, but she is simply lucky.
She knows how to be born well, how to marry well, and she has a son who is exceptionally outstanding. Speaking of her son Kay, he truly stands out among his peers—ten of them combined wouldn’t compare to him. Mischievous as a child, he joined the army as a teenager. Bella hoped he would find a unit that was easy, safe, and had good benefits, but Kay stubbornly ignored his family’s wishes. He performed exceptionally well in basic training and was placed by the leaders at their side after being assigned to a unit. With his comprehensive qualities, he would surely be promoted in a few years… However, when the counter-offensive against Vietnam began, Kay voluntarily went to the most dangerous front lines.
His rapid promotions were like riding a rocket, envied by outsiders, but Bella was worried and couldn’t sleep at night.
Every promotion meant Kay had achieved something.
But how did he achieve it? No one earns merit easily; achievements are made at the cost of one’s life!
Worrying didn’t help Bella; she could only comfort herself daily, adjusting her mindset and telling herself that Kay would turn misfortune into fortune. The Watson family all believed Kay was exceptional, destined to be a soldier, and the family needed him to be a banner that others looked up to… Bella couldn’t stop the will of the entire family; she could only love Kay even more.
When her husband said it was unreasonable for her to send things to the army every day, Bella just let it go in one ear and out the other.
She felt happy and joyful just sending things to Kay, let alone receiving items from him!
In the evening, it was rare for Kay’s father to come home for dinner. Bella placed two jars of tea on the table: “This is from your son; the tea is yours, and the jujubes are mine. Let’s not take advantage of each other.”
Kay’s father loved tea, a habit known to many, and he never hid it.
Every year, someone would send tea to Kay’s father. The Tea that Whitaker Scarlett could buy was good, though it was a first-class product, it was still something ordinary people drank. Kay’s father could drink special supply products, and his focus was different from Bella’s:
“Why did Kay suddenly send things home from the army?”
Bella was taken aback; Kay hadn’t clarified on the phone, only saying it was sent by someone.
“Maybe it was sent by a comrade.”
Kay’s father snorted lightly, “He’s only been a battalion commander for a short time; how could someone send him gifts already? He needs to be cautious; I think he still has a long way to go!”
Bella was annoyed and moved the two jars of Tea away.
“Then don’t drink it!”
Huh?
Why is he so angry?
He didn’t say he wouldn’t drink it!
Kay’s father showed a hint of embarrassment; for the sake of face, he couldn’t bring himself to ask Bella to take the tea back.
…
Whitaker Scarlett still didn’t know that the things she sent to Kay had been forwarded to his parents.
Even if she knew, she wouldn’t say anything; the items she gave to Kay were naturally his to handle. Whitaker Scarlett’s street stall business was thriving, and the sudden drop in temperature made the people of the city favor the cold-resistant clothing and duck down jackets at her stall. After delivering the goods for which she had previously taken deposits, the batch of cold-resistant clothing and coats she had just received happened to meet good weather and sold particularly well.
As for the men’s coat that cost 70 dollars to purchase, Whitaker Scarlett planned to sell it for 140 dollars, a price that many couldn’t afford.
Too expensive!
Men aren’t as particular about clothing; cold-resistant clothing and duck down jackets usually cost only a few dozen dollars, which might be equivalent to a month’s salary for some. 140 dollars is a significant amount; in the best-performing units, a month’s salary plus bonuses would only amount to that. Moreover, this coat is very picky; being slim isn’t enough; one must also be tall.
Tall, wealthy, and willing to spend money.
Whitaker Scarlett’s target customers were the tall, rich, and handsome types born in ’83… Oh, at the very least, they had to be tall and rich, dropping the “handsome” standard. William wasn’t short of money either, but he was small and looked quite ridiculous in this coat.
Tall, rich, and handsome types definitely rarely buy clothes from street stalls.
Even if the tall, rich, and handsome types have mothers and wives who control the finances, they would hesitate and feel pain at the thought of buying a 140 dollars item from a street stall for the tall, rich, and handsome man himself.
