Reborn at 60: I Helped My Sister Get Rich Starting from Hunting

Her voice was very gentle and pleasant, clear and crisp, like a spring stream or an autumn mountain spring.

Zhang Yang turned his head, smiled, and shook his head: "It's nothing."

"Hmm... your spot is here." Lin Qiushui pointed.

Because Zhang Yang was assigned to the company later, his position was very close to Jiang Mengjia and Du Shujun.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Mengjia and Du Shujun's expressions immediately turned extremely ugly.

Jiang Mengjia couldn't help but roll her eyes.

Zhang Yang was also very unhappy; he rarely disliked two people this much.

His dislike for these two people was limited to Qian Chunfen's family.

Lin Qiushui said softly, "I'll sit here too, it's okay, I'll keep you apart."

Zhang Yang didn't want to "wrong" Lin Qiushui, but he couldn't help it. He got angry whenever he saw Du Shujun and Jiang Mengjia. He always considered himself to be quite tolerant and magnanimous, but at this moment he couldn't tolerate it at all.

In particular, Du Shujun "tortured" Zhao Dong.

“Okay,” Zhang Yang said directly to Lin Qiushui, “I’ll give you half of the money I earn later.”

"No, no," Lin Qiushui hurriedly said, "I won't sit here then. I don't want to take advantage of you."

Du Shujun and Jiang Mengjia over there chuckled and lowered their heads.

Jiang Mengjia whispered in Du Shujun's ear, "What is this country bumpkin thinking? He can make money? Can he? Who would go looking for him?"

Du Shujun said, "Ignore him, he's just a barbarian."

"Who cares about him? I don't even want to talk to him!"

Seeing that Lin Qiushui insisted, Zhang Yang said, "If you don't want half, how about twenty percent?"

Lin Qiushui frowned slightly: "Captain Zhang, I don't want a single cent."

Noticing that she was a little angry, Zhang Yang quickly said, "Teacher Lin, don't misunderstand. I just think that this is a work injury, and you should be compensated no matter what. If you don't like this approach, I'll have my sister send you some cured meat later."

Lin Qiushui's expression softened a bit: "Okay, then send me some cured meat. I'll be waiting."

Zhang Yang breathed a sigh of relief and gestured, "Come on, Teacher Lin, please sit down first."

After Lin Qiushui sat down, Du Shujun, who was sitting next to her, suddenly stood up, went around to Jiang Mengjia's side, and said to Jiang Mengjia, "Jiajia, come over here."

Jiang Mengjia glanced at Lin Qiushui with disdain and said in a coquettish tone, "No, I don't want to go over there. It smells bad over there, it's filthy!"

Zhang Yang frowned, about to explode, but Lin Qiushui, fearing something might happen, quickly placed her hand on the back of Zhang Yang's hand and whispered, "Captain Zhang! Don't worry about them!"

Zhang Yang paused, then looked down at Lin Qiushui's hand.

Her hands were very beautiful, slender and long, and although her skin was tanned to a wheatish color, the skin on her hands was very fair and tender, and her fingertips looked like fresh green onions.

It was chilly outside, and her body was prone to feeling cold; her fingertips were already quite cold. Suddenly, she covered the back of his hand with her fingertips, and Zhang Yang could almost feel the slight chill emanating from them.

This feeling spread along his arm, not only gradually calming his anger but also bringing an unexpected tranquility.

He tilted his head slightly, his gaze shifting from the hand to Lin Qiushui's face.

Her beautiful doe eyes held worry and a hint of barely perceptible tension, but she quickly regained her composure: "It's okay, I don't feel offended, there's no need to argue with them."

Zhang Yang nodded, his voice unconsciously softening slightly: "You are very rational, Teacher Lin, I want to learn from you."

Du Shujun and Jiang Mengjia acted for a while, and when they saw that Lin Qiushui had already started grinding ink, they coldly withdrew their gaze.

Finally, at Du Shujun's insistence, Jiang Mengjia sat down next to Lin Qiushui.

Before long, passersby came over, and gradually, as darkness fell and the street became more and more lively, more and more people came over to ask questions.

Zhang Yang's business is slow; most people are there for Lin Qiushui and Du Shujun.

In comparison, Lin Qiushui actually had more than Du Shujun.

Lin Qiushui was quite busy, as she was also trying to come up with riddles for others. She barely had a moment to catch her breath.

An elderly man wearing sunglasses and leaning on a cane slowly walked over and was quickly attracted by the two little girls.

One was exquisitely beautiful, like a New Year's picture doll; another was gentle, quiet, dignified, and generous; and looking to the side, there was a handsome young man with well-defined features and a striking presence.

The old man suddenly realized why business was so good here.

The old man walked slowly over and saw a long line forming on Du Shujun and Lin Qiushui's side, so he walked towards Zhang Yang's side.

Zhang Yang is writing a letter home for someone.

The person speaking had a lisp, and as Zhang Yang wrote, he felt his head was about to explode.

Writing letters home was free, which shows that their educated youth had good intentions.

But these family letters have the most words!

I don't know who came up with such a noble and selfless idea, but it's also very easy for people to be greedy for small gains.

Finally, the lisp finished speaking. Zhang Yang wrote very quickly; almost as soon as the lisp finished, he wrote the last line, picked up his pen, and said, "Done."

The man with the lisp leaned over to look and exclaimed, "Oh dear! This doesn't look right. Let me add a few more words. We need to fill this page."

Zhang Yang was furious. "You've become addicted to taking advantage of others, haven't you!"

He never cares about the idea that "you're weak, so you're right"!

However, he couldn't lash out; he had to endure it!

Looking at Lin Qiushui, who was keeping her head down, Zhang Yang thought of her composure and decided he should also try to be composed.

Zhang Yang said directly, "No need to fill it up, it's fine as it is. I've signed it for you, tell me your name."

The man with the lisp was a little unhappy: "No, I still have something to say."

Zhang Yang suddenly raised his head, his eyes full of anger, and glared at the man with the thick tongue.

With just that one look, sharp and cold, exuding a powerful aura and fierceness, Big Tongue was completely stunned.

Not only him, but the old man who was about to come over was also a little frightened and looked at Zhang Yang in surprise.

Zhang Yang coldly withdrew his gaze, and with a very smooth stroke of his pen, wrote three words at the end: "The above, respectfully."

Then let it dry, and then put the letter paper away.

After the man with the lisp recovered, he became very angry. Seeing that he was about to cause trouble, the old man stepped forward and almost pushed him aside with his cane.

"My turn! My turn! It's finally my turn!"

The man with the large tongue was squeezed out and turned to glare at the old man in annoyance.

The old man moved with lightning speed, snatched the letter from Zhang Yang's hand, and threw it into the gruff man's arms: "I've already written it all for you, and you're still hogging the toilet without doing your business. Get out of here!"

Zhang Yang: "?"

"What did you say!" Zhang Yang said coldly, "Who are you calling a latrine?"

"Haha!" The old man took off his sunglasses, looked him over carefully, and said happily, "Come, come, write an old man a letter home!"