I stole your luck and caused my wife's death, making you regret being a human being.

Dong Wen is not good at talking and dealing with middle-aged women.

But he has enough patience.

No matter how unreasonable the guests are, he will not lose his temper.

Xiao Taotao moves flexibly.

The younger brother and Dong Yaoze are very good at talking. They can talk for half an hour without stopping, making people dizzy.

After Dabao discovered it, he immediately adjusted the position flexibly and set up the stall again.

Dong Li mainly deals with elderly ladies who like to bargain, and she handles them with ease and composure.

Dong Wenke deals with those customers who like to compare goods, ask prices at all the stalls, and often end up only buying one or two items.

As a result, the team's efficiency was greatly improved.

After Dabao reminded them, Dong Li and Dong Wenke discovered their strengths, and immediately learned to flexibly play to their strengths and avoid their weaknesses, avoiding what they were not good at and making use of their specialties.

Dong Wenke praised, "Dabao, you are really amazing."

Dabao accepted the compliment as a matter of course.

She also thinks she has always been powerful.

In the first week, everyone was selling within a certain range.

After becoming proficient.

They all dispersed and took buses to other areas to fight guerrilla warfare in the afternoon, and then came back to report the results.

Business was very good on the day of the Little New Year.

The younger brother and Dong Yao dragged Zheng Ping to another area's tourist attraction to sell goods, and they had a constant flow of business all night long.

Business in a few hours was comparable to that of the previous few days.

This sale...

He missed the late bus back home, so the younger brother told Dabao and asked him not to tell Uncle Zheng.

Uncle Zheng certainly wouldn't blame them, but driving back and forth at night is very tiring.

The three of them went to an Internet cafe and booked an all-night stay for ten yuan.

Young Master Zheng Ping had never suffered such an injustice before. The chair was not soft enough and his legs were too long to sleep soundly.

To coax the young master to stop talking.

Dong Yao took out a huge sum of one and a half yuan to treat him to a bottle of soy milk.

The younger brother told Dabao that they would not go back tonight and would come back tomorrow.

As for home...

I told Uncle Zheng that Dong Yao and his younger brother went home with Zheng Ping and slept together.

I told my younger brother's family that my younger brother Dong Yaodu had gone back with Zheng Ping.

To Zheng Ping's parents...

Zheng Ping stayed overnight at Zheng Wendong's house.

This group of people managed to hide the truth from the parents without them noticing anything.

The twenty-eighth day of the lunar year.

Everyone gathered in the box again. Compared to a month ago, they all looked a little thinner and darker.

But everyone has a feeling of anticipation in their hearts.

Dabao announced its sales results for this month.

The ideal daily income of over ten thousand yuan does not exist.

There is no such thing as lying in bed counting money.

Each person received about 2,000 yuan.

Everyone's eyes lit up. This was the first time in their lives that they could earn money with their own hands.

It was also the first money I earned myself.

The little brother counted, counted and counted again, and even wet his saliva before counting. Then he held the money to his chest and said, "My sweetheart, my treasure..."

The joy that Dong Wenke and the others had originally felt due to Ehan's coldness faded a little.

Zheng Ping said haggardly, "Making money is so hard..."

Dong Wenke agreed very much and said, "Yes, it's really difficult."

They all started their businesses with great and beautiful ideals, but when the ideals collided with reality in the first week, they were shattered and could not withstand the test.

That week, there was even a situation where we lost money, although we adjusted it in time later.

Making money when you grow up is all a daydream.

Dong Yao said, "It's actually quite a bit."

Dong Wenke and the others thought the same.

But then I thought about it.

Dong Wenke said, "We were able to earn more than 2,000 yuan because Dabao invested a lot of capital. If it were just us, we wouldn't be able to raise this capital..."

Xiao Taotao said, "And he also borrowed Uncle Zheng's connections."

If they only relied on their own capital, the factory would never have been able to supply them with fireworks. If Uncle Shen hadn't intervened, they wouldn't have known that a license was required to transport fireworks.

Dong Wenke said, "We didn't earn this money by our own ability..."

"It's thanks to Dabao's savings."

"I relied on my uncle's connections..."

"Of course, we also put in some effort." Selling fireworks requires a license, and they are completely exploiting loopholes and selling them on a guerrilla basis, so they have to be careful not to be reported.

So this money is actually harder to earn than they think.

Zheng Ping understood this best. Unlike these people, he always had money whenever he asked for it.

Now that I'm working like this, I realize how hard it is for my parents to make money.

He divided his earnings among his parents, grandparents.

Zheng Ping's mother received a sum of money from her son Rensheng, and happily called Su Ying to praise Dabao for being so great.

From now on, let Zheng Ping and Dabao hang out together.

I have been beating my children at home for more than ten years, but they still don’t understand how difficult it is for their parents.

Go out and suffer with Dabao for a month and you will understand.

Zheng Ping's mother even had an idea, "Dabao can control Pingping, and they are about the same age..."

Director Zheng was counting the hundreds of dollars back and forth, feeling very happy.

Hearing this, the old director was so frightened that he almost died. He felt the money in his hand was hot, "You want to sell Pingping for such a small amount of money?..."

See my daughter-in-law and my old wife looking at me.

He explained, "Zheng Jiayu may not stay in Pengcheng in the future."

"Su family..."

Su Hong is already old. When he was young, he was too busy and worked too hard, which drained his body.

The descendants of the Su family died again.

Su Qi is still unable to support the huge Su family. All parties are eyeing him covetously, and foreign capital is even more eyeing the Su family's foundation. Su Hong has many ancient Chinese herbal medicine recipes in his hands, even though the effects of Chinese herbal medicine are not as good as before and Chinese medicine has no medicine to use.

However, if he could get those prescriptions and make them into Chinese patent medicines and market them, it would be a steady stream of money flowing into his pocket. Not to mention the external troubles, Su Hong now has a lot of internal troubles.

Director Zheng reasonably felt that the Su family's business would probably be taken over by Zheng Jiayu in the future.

Now Zheng Jiayu is still young...

Su Hong values ​​this granddaughter very much.

Zheng Ping's mother asked curiously, "If Jiayu takes over, will she settle down in Shanghai? That's not a big deal. Flights are convenient nowadays, Pingping can just go with her."

Director Zheng’s wife thinks so.

Director Zheng's son spoke up, "The Su family has such a huge industry and wealth, but they are facing internal and external troubles. Jiayu is a girl. Although Zheng Wendong and Su Ying are very successful as parents, they know nothing about the operation of the group..."

"If Jiayu takes over the Su family, since she's a girl, those people will definitely try every possible way to take over the Su family..."

"Our IQ is average..."

The Zheng family fell into a brief silence.

Zheng Ping's IQ...

Just stay by your side and be a follower. Don't even think about being a qualified husband and sticking with your wife. You'll probably be a drag.

Zheng Ping's father whispered, "We can't help Jia Yu, but we can't hold him back..."

Zheng Ping's mother was not happy with this. "Pingping, it's not that bad."

Well, it's not that bad, but it's not great either.

But what if I get it right later...

She thought again.