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Qiao Qiu stroked her chin, already having made up her mind.

Ding-dong—

The store's back-end system beeped with a signal. Qiao Qiu checked and saw that a customer had come in.

Qiao Qiu did her best in her first business deal, managing to meet the customer's needs in half an hour and earning her first pot of gold.

Advertising is business code; if an advertisement resonates with people, it can also drive customers.

While waiting for news, Qiao Qiu browsed the web, looking at social news, entertainment and financial news from China.

Although she was sitting in a somewhat secluded spot, people still kept coming over.

They were all delinquent teenagers; Qiao Qiu didn't even glance at them and continued browsing the web.

Just then, a hand suddenly reached out.

Qiao Qiu squinted and glared at her, "What are you doing?"

The punk-style teenager who had reached out swallowed hard, looking timid, and said, "Sorry, I'm just grabbing the ashtray."

Qiao Qiu frowned. "No smoking."

"Oh, oh." The punk teenager withdrew his hand and obediently put the cigarette back in his pocket.

Qiao Qiu was a little confused. She was so fierce, so why was this guy so obedient?

The punk teenager logged into QQ, clicked on a friend's pop-up, and started with a series of whimpering words: "Hey buddy, I saw a cute but fierce little girl at the internet cafe today. She's so adorable, and I can't resist her requests at all..."

The boy kept pop-up windows very low in size, and the font was barely bigger than an ant's, so that Qiao Qiu wouldn't see them.

Qiao Qiu wasn't interested in knowing, as long as he wasn't there to collect a debt.

Time passed slowly, and Qiao Qiu recharged her account twice. She huddled in a small corner, accepted orders, and looked at tutoring opportunities.

With her skill level, she would actually be a good English tutor. After all, many kids these days aren't very good at English.

After much consideration, Qiao Qiu posted her information in the tutoring section. As for the photo...

Qiao Qiu opened Xinghe's QQ account, dug out all the photos she had hidden in her QQ space, picked out one that was pretty good, and then used Photoshop to make her face look a bit more mature.

She's eighteen years old, but her face looks almost exactly like a girl in her teens.

"Wow, little sister, you're already eighteen? And you're an English tutor, that's amazing!"

After watching her fiddling around for a while, the punk boy finally couldn't help but speak up.

"Hmm," Qiao Qiu responded faintly.

Seeing that she had no intention of responding, the punk boy scratched his chestnut-colored afro, feeling somewhat embarrassed.

"Um, you don't look eighteen. How old are you really?"

"A girl's age is a secret." After editing the photo, Qiao Qiu uploaded it to the information website, along with an English introduction.

The punk boy, who had been grinning foolishly, was astonished when he saw her type so many fluent English letters in a row. "You're a genius!"

No matter how old people are, they will always feel admiration when they talk about academic achievers.

"It's Tuesday today, shouldn't you be in class? Why are you hanging out at an internet cafe? Is something wrong? If you're willing, I think I can help you." The punk boy sounded nervous towards the end, afraid that Qiao Qiu would be unhappy.

Qiao Qiu turned to look at him. She felt his kindness, but she didn't need anyone's help right now. "Thank you, I can manage."

The punk-style boy scratched his head sheepishly, "You're welcome. It's fate that we met by chance."

"Quiet skills are quite good." Qiao Qiu smiled slightly, finished completing the tutor information, and then logged off.

She's still using her old bank card number, which makes it easy for creditors to find out. After buying the phone and the card, she'll have to get a new bank card.

After spending nearly six hours in the internet cafe, Qiao Qiu finally logged off and shut down the computer.

He got up and walked out of the internet cafe.

Not long after Qiao Qiu left, the punk teenager chased after her, handed her a business card, and said shyly, "This is my business card. If you need anything, you can come to me. Don't be shy, and don't think I'm a bad person. I can guarantee it with my father's company."

After saying that, the punk teenager ran away, as if afraid she would refuse him.

Qiao Qiu raised an eyebrow slightly, picked up the business card and glanced at it. It read: Dong Qiuming, Junior President of Huaguo Bank.

She hadn't had this kind of luck—running into a big shot just by going anywhere—for a long time.

It seems like every time we meet, something unusual happens.

Qiao Qiu put away the business card and found a small restaurant to eat at.

...

A few days later, Qiao Qiu bought a mobile phone and a SIM card at the store, and then decisively opened a bank account.

In the past few days, Qiao Qiu has gained a small reputation in advertising design, and many people have come to her to design advertising images and cover designs.

At the same time, Qiao Qiu's tutoring information also received a response.

A woman approached her, saying she wanted to meet her in person.

Qiao Qiu looked into the woman's background. Her husband was the general manager of a company. She was very worried about her son's studies, fearing that he would become a rich but useless rich kid. She hired many tutors, but none of them helped.

After getting to know the other party, Qiao Qiu felt much more at ease.

They went to their door the next day.

When the other person saw her, they were somewhat surprised and doubted her age. Qiao Qiu showed her Xinghe's ID card.

In China, anyone who turns sixteen can apply for an ID card, and Xinghe is exactly sixteen this year.

Seeing that she was so young, and glancing at her ten-year-old son who was playing games, the woman hesitated for a moment before finally deciding not to take off her slippers and go over.

"Sigh, you're only sixteen, and your English is already so good. Is English your only talent, or..."

“Madam, I only teach English. If you don’t trust me, you can let me teach for a day and see.”

"Alright then." The wife didn't ask any more questions and nodded. "I'll be in the kitchen. Just call me if you need anything. That's my son."

"Okay." Qiao Qiu, still dressed in casual clothes, obediently agreed.

The wife went to the kitchen, while Qiao Qiu went to the naughty child. She had already heard the noise; the little rascal was playing King of Glory, and his skills were terrible.

When Qiao Qiu walked over, the child was playing enthusiastically, completely absorbed, and didn't even glance at her out of the corner of his eye.

She turned to the side and took a closer look; the child was playing with Li Bai.

After just 6 minutes, the score was 0-7, which she could hardly bear to look at.

She patted him on the shoulder, "Brother, that's not how Li Bai is played."

"You're so annoying. How else would Li Bai have played the role? Who are you? Do you even know how to play Li Bai?"

Ah, so she and his mother talked here for quite a while, and he really didn't notice at all.

"I'm your new neighbor who just moved in next door. I'm just dropping by for a visit." Qiao Qiu lied without even blushing.

The little boy tilted his head and looked behind her. "Where's my mom?"

“She went to the kitchen,” Qiao Qiu replied.