I wish you a long life and good health, and great merits.

Song Qingqing was angry, "Who said I don't have money? How much is a meal worth? You keep talking here. Look, I'm showing you how poor I am. When did I not pay for meals? I treated you to a meal and you're not happy about it, so I won't treat you, okay?"

Song Qingqing opened her own watch and showed her savings. "Look, it's enough for food, right? Don't even mention one meal. I can even treat you to 100 yuan of food."

The Song Qingyan brother and sister counted silently in their hearts: ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, ten thousand, one hundred thousand, 236872.6 yuan.

Then the brother and sister opened their eyes and mouths wide.

Song Qingqing waited for the brother and sister to finish reading, put away the watch, turned around and walked away coolly. "Okay, I'm leaving, you guys go eat by yourselves, you're still worrying about this and that when you're having a meal, I'll eat by myself."

When Song Qingyan and his sister came to their senses, Song Qingqing had already walked a long way away.

"Brother, how can she be so rich? It's over 20 yuan, and I don't even have the 72 yuan she has."

"What are you talking about? It's as if I have it." How can she be so rich? How can my second uncle and second aunt give her so much money?

The more the brother and sister thought about it, the more unwilling they felt. They couldn't even enjoy their lunch and were in a bad mood the whole afternoon, with Song Qingqing's long string of deposit numbers filling their minds.

Both of them were fantasizing in their minds that if they could have so much money, they could buy their favorite toys and beautiful clothes...the picture was so beautiful that they almost drooled.

Unfortunately, it was just a fantasy. Because they took it too seriously, their classmates laughed at them for drooling, which made them even more depressed.

After the brother and sister returned home, they looked at the simple meal on the table and were not satisfied with it.

Song Qingyan said, "Mom, I want to eat roasted lamb with milk flavor."

The other two children nodded in agreement.

Liu Qingchuan rolled his eyes and said, "You are the only one who wants to eat it. Don't I want to eat it? Twenty thousand for one, do you have the money? Wait, your second uncle will buy some during the New Year, then we can go eat some." It would be better to travel and buy clothes if you have money. It doesn't matter what you eat. No matter how good the food is, others can't see it.

"Uncle and aunt will buy Qingqing whatever she wants to eat. Can't I just make a request? Qingqing has nearly 24 yuan in savings, and I'm 10 years old and have less than 300 yuan. I won't talk about the money, but can't I just eat something good?" All he thinks about all day is traveling.

Mr. and Mrs. Song Junyue's attention was focused on the fact that Song Qingqing had 24 yuan in savings.

The two were shocked and incredulous. They couldn't believe that Song Qingqing, who was only 7 years old, was so rich.

"Impossible, how could she be so rich? If you want to eat milk-flavored lamb, don't make excuses like this. Don't buy it."

"Mom, who is making excuses? Wan Ning and I saw it with our own eyes. Qingqing has 236872.6 yuan in her account."

"Brother, what you said is true. It's 236872.6 yuan. You are very rich now."

Song Junyue glanced at the brother and sister and said, "How did you know? That girl is so cunning that she let you see her savings."

Song Wanning was very proud, patting her chest and saying, "I am your daughter, because I am smart. I used provocation. She couldn't stand me saying she had no money, so she showed her savings to prove that she had money."

Song Qingyan added, "We were both injured that day, and she was embarrassed. She said to celebrate our recovery and wanted to treat us to a meal at the canteen. We were afraid that she would have no money to pay the bill after eating, so we asked to see her savings. She refused to agree at first, but then she did the same as Wan Ning said."

After hearing this, Song Junyue and his wife looked at each other and saw surprise in each other's eyes.

The conversation ended with Song Qingyan and his sister receiving 200 yuan in extra pocket money.

At night, in the room of Song Junyue and his wife.

"The second brother and his wife are really generous. The girl is only 7 years old, and they gave her so much money."

"I didn't expect that. I knew they were good to that girl, but I didn't expect them to be this good. They were generous with the food and drinks, and they gave her so much money."

"Has their income increased? How much is it now? Have they made a fortune secretly?"

"How would I know? After my father passed away, it was inconvenient for me to ask. It should have increased. A year ago, my brother-in-law's water ability increased by one level, so his income should have increased as well."

"According to your calculation, the second son and his wife can save more than four or five hundred thousand yuan a year, maybe seven or eight hundred thousand yuan, or even millions." Liu Qingchuan felt so happy when she thought that all this money would be hers in the future.

"Maybe, we should recognize Qingqing as our friend as soon as possible. How old is she now? The second brother and his wife have given her so much. In a few years, she will only get more, not less."

"Don't worry, what happened last time will never happen again."

"It would be better if we caused that girl to dislike us. She would have no place to cry. Do this in a nice way for me. No, I will go with you."

Song Qingqing, who was eavesdropping upstairs, said, "You are really good at guessing. I'll be waiting for you."

Of the more than 23 yuan in savings, only more than 3 yuan was New Year's money and pocket money over the years, and the rest was earned by Song Qingqing.

When Song Qingqing was in the first grade, he had a rich second-generation classmate at the same table. At that time, his rich father selected several high-quality small projects for him to practice in order to train his self-confidence and ability.

Then Song Qingqing found out about it, and she flattered the rich second generation for two days, making him happy and successful in getting a stake. Then Song Qingqing transferred all the money, 36000 yuan, to the rich second generation.

Seeing that Song Qingqing was so confident in him, the rich second generation, although he looked down on Song Qingqing's little money, he still took the job and helped her with her investment and financial management.

After Song Qingqing made a profit, she did not take the money back, but let her rich second-generation classmate continue to invest.

After three months of training, the second-generation rich man transferred 33 yuan to Song Qingqing, and said in a very Versailles way that the effect was not ideal and he made a small profit. Song Qingqing invited the second-generation rich man to a big meal, thinking that she would make a fortune by relying on him when she was in elementary school.

After his training, his father thought that he had a bright future and should not be buried in this small place, so he transferred him to the elite genius class of the nobility, with a tuition fee of 200 million per year.

The money was from a well-known source. Song Qingqing wanted to give the money to Song Junhao and his wife as the cost of raising her, but they refused. She could only buy them the gifts they liked, and after spending the money for a year, she still had more than 23 yuan left.

Song Qingqing lived her life as usual, waiting for Song Junyue and his wife's action.

One day, on Sunday, Song Qingqing was playing in the community, and then she found that the place where she usually played was smeared with oil.

Song Qingqing glanced at Liu Qingchuan, who was accompanying Song Qingfei not far away, and felt that it was probably her doing.

Song Qingqing took advantage of the situation and fell down while playing.

"what……"