The attic has all the information about the past and present, and I became rich by becoming a trader

"Have you lost weight?"

Song Youan subconsciously looked down at her body: "It's okay, you know your daughter has a physique that can eat anything without gaining weight, others can't even envy her."

She herself didn't pay much attention to whether she had lost weight or not, but she had been a little busy recently and she had indeed not been eating on time.

But in order not to make her father worry, she still said: "You don't have to worry about me. I went to have a big dinner with Tutu two days ago."

"Have you seen Tutu?" Song Qi asked.

Song Youan nodded: "He is almost taller than you now."

Song Qi smiled when he heard this. Although his wife died early, he and his daughter were closer to his mother-in-law's relatives.

Especially his sister-in-law, who really took care of Youan as if she were her own daughter. Even at the last moment of her life, she did not forget to leave Youan with a guarantee for the rest of her life.

He poured his daughter another bowl of soup and couldn't help but ask, "So how's your job search going lately? Do you have a suitable company?"

"Dad, I'm not looking for a job anymore." Song Youan said, "A few friends and I are planning to start a business together and set up a studio."

Song Qi was slightly stunned when he heard this, but after he reacted, he didn't say much, just nodded slightly.

"Okay, Dad will support you no matter what you do. It's a good thing for young people to have goals." Song Qi said slowly.

Song Youan smiled when he heard this: "I knew Dad would definitely support me."

My father doesn’t like to surf the Internet much on weekdays, and he doesn’t even have apps like Weibo or Xiaohong, so he wasn’t quite aware of the uproar he had with QG a few days ago.

Occasionally, when I check video apps like Doudou, it seems that they are captured by big data, and the videos pushed are all about cars, camping, hiking, and other videos that my father is interested in.

My father knows nothing about the fashion industry.

But he just supports himself. His father never objected when he chose his major in college, and it is still the same now.

"You are my only daughter, and your thoughts are the most important to me." Song Qi looked at his daughter lovingly and said, "Dad doesn't ask you to be rich and successful in the future, as long as you are happy, that's enough."

"As long as you're happy and content, Dad will support you in pursuing your dreams and goals!"

Song Youan nodded slightly, feeling a little sour in her nose.

But Song Qi suddenly stood up at this moment, went into the inner room and came out again after a while with a bank card in his hand.

He placed the card in front of his daughter and said, "This is the money Dad has saved for you over the years. Starting a business with my friends, you'll need money in the early stages. It's perfect to give it to you now."

Song Youan stared at the card in amazement. Touched, she said to her father, "Dad, I'm rich. Didn't I tell you I sold the copyright of my graduation project to a big company?"

"It was originally saved for you. The more money you invest in the early stage, the larger the shares you will own, and the more say you will have in the future." Song Qi said.

Song Youan pursed her lips, feeling the card in her hand was heavy. She didn't know how long her father had been saving it.

She didn't refuse, this was her father's love for her.

"Thank you, Dad." Song Youan choked a little.

Seeing her accept it, Song Qi smiled and said, "You're so polite to your father. Come and eat."

In the evening, Song Youan stayed at home for the night. Before going to bed, she was bored and browsed Weibo. Since the last incident, she received many private messages on Weibo every day, some of which praised, supported, and admired her, while others insulted, cursed, and threatened her.

There were even disgusting people who sent disgusting YY pictures, and Song Youan reported them immediately after seeing them.

She is very familiar with the characteristics of the Internet age. When a person is suddenly exposed to everyone, he or she will face many different voices.

So she doesn't care much. Even if someone digs out some of her old photos through various channels, she doesn't care.

Because if she puts on makeup and changes her clothes and walks down the street, no one will recognize her. Those photos only represent her at that moment, and she will have a completely different style the next day.

As he was scrolling, a message popped up in the WeChat class group, and Xu Ziyang tagged everyone in the group.

@Everyone: How many of you are in Jinghai now? It's been so long since graduation and we haven't gotten together. How about picking a time for everyone to get together? Let's go to Lanting, I'll treat you!

Xu Ziyang's reputation in the class is not very good. The boys think that he is rich and likes to show off, and looks down on others. Only some boys with relatively good family background are close to him.

Not to mention the girls, the good-looking ones are basically his ex-girlfriends, and most of the rest are like Song Youan, who hate this kind of tasteless scumbag in their bones.

So many people didn't have any thoughts when they saw the first half of the message, until they saw the two words "Lanting", and suddenly they became excited.

[Academy of Fine Arts Picasso: Lanting Club? Brother Yang, isn't that too extravagant?]

【KULVV: Exactly, with so many of us, that's a lot of money.】

Xu Ziyang: It's okay. It's not as expensive as you think. It's my treat, so don't worry.

Many people in the group popped up, some agreed, some were eager to try, but they didn't have any bad intentions, they just thought that since Xu Ziyang was willing to be a sucker, then going to Lanting for a meal would be a way to broaden their horizons.

Otherwise, where can you find such an opportunity in life?

Xu Ziyang, who was sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of a high-end apartment, sipping red wine and admiring the night view, stared at the messages in the group, waiting for Song Youan to speak.

But Song Youan didn't reply to any message for a long time.

asleep?

No way, who under 30 would go to bed at ten o'clock?

After hesitating for a moment, Xu Ziyang directly tagged [@柚柚柚柚安: 柚安, what do you say? Are you coming or not? I just saw you today, don't tell me you're not in Jinghai.]

Song Youan clicked on the message and took a look, then replied with two words expressionlessly: "No."

Xu Ziyang's face suddenly turned as dark as the bottom of a pot, and as expected, the classmates came out to eat melons.

【Who can help me draw a picture: What's going on? 】

[Li Hui: I don't think Xu Ziyang wants to organize a class reunion at all. He just wants to see Youan, right?]

[Picasso of the Academy of Fine Arts: My real interest lies elsewhere. If the pomelo doesn't leave, how can I still eat at Lanting?]

Followed by countless people saying [HAHAHAHAHAHA].

Xu Ziyang: When have I, Xu Ziyang, ever regretted my words? It's still business as usual if Youan doesn't come to the party.

After sending this message in the group, Xu Ziyang turned around and privately chatted with Song Youan, "You really aren't coming? Give me some face!"

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Xu Ziyang: ???!!!

what?

He was actually blocked! ?

Don't delete it, otherwise it will just pop up a message saying the message was rejected.

It's blacklisting, completely blacklisting!