When Cecilio saw that Su Huanyan had no more money in front of her, he immediately stood up and said, "No more fighting, it's time to go to bed."
Su Huanyan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and Su Beibei also relaxed.
Valanciunas hadn't won enough, but everyone else didn't want to fight anymore, so there was nothing he could do.
The card game was over, and everyone went to the bar to drink. Valjean sat alone at the table. He took out the money in his pocket, threw it on the table, and sorted it out one by one.
Put the 100-yuan bills together, and put them away when they reach 10. Put the 50-yuan bills together, and stack them in a new row when they reach 1,000...
Putting the last dollar on the pile of change, Valan said, "A total of 14,628 yuan." He took off his coat and pocketed the money, then took out his mobile phone to check today's bank interest rate.
Valan applied for bank cards at every bank he went to. Every time he deposited money, he would choose the one that offered the highest interest rate that day.
After calculating the amount, Ajan muttered, "If I'm going to save money tomorrow, I'll have to put it in the Industrial and Commercial Bank of China."
Song Ci sat on the soft sofa with a glass of vodka in her hand. She leaned her head on Han Zhan's shoulder and saw Arang counting money. She asked Han Zhan curiously, "Why does he love money so much?"
"Get used to it." Han Zhan looked at Valan tenderly and said, "When Valan was little, he always longed for freedom and wanted to break free from Edward's control. I told him that if he wanted freedom, he had to have money first."
Those who have no money are not worthy of talking about freedom.
Over the years, Arang has always remembered what Han Zhan said: if you want freedom, you must save money first. He has saved a lot of money and he has no shortage of money. However, over the years, he has developed the habit of keeping accounts and has become a little money-grubber.
Before going to bed, Song Ci asked Song Fei on the phone, "Can you help me make a small software?
"Hmm? What do you do?"
Song Ci said, "Make a small software that can keep accounts. Han Zhan has a younger brother named Arang, you know?"
"You mean the guy who almost killed you?"
Hearing Song Fei's displeasure, Song Ci touched his nose and said, "That guy is not that bad."
"I can't write, I don't want to write, and don't ask me to write." Song Fei holds a grudge. She always remembers that it was that guy named Valan who brought Song porcelain from the United States to Italy.
It was charity on her part that she didn't kill Arang, and she even made software for him.
Are you dreaming?
After being hung up, Song Ci didn't take the matter to heart, but when she woke up the next morning, she received the installation software sent by Song Fei.
Song Ci downloaded the software and found that the software can be used to write diaries and keep accounts, which is very convenient.
Song Ci was very surprised when he received the software.
While having breakfast, Song Ci chatted with Song Fei on WeChat. She asked Song Fei: "Didn't you say you wouldn't make software for him?" She was a cold-faced but warm-hearted guy.
Song Fei said, "Isn't that Han Zhan's brother? He's also your brother. I'm not doing this for him, I'm doing this for you."
Han Zhan is a sentimental person. Since he took Arang back home, it means that he really regards Arang as his younger brother.
Song Ci and Arang have a harmonious relationship, and Han Zhan is happier.
Song Fei did all this not for Valang, but for Song Ci.
Song Ci was very moved.
Song Ci: [Sister, it’s great to have you.]
Song Fei: [Call me sister when you have something to say, call me Song Fei when you have nothing to say, you ungrateful bastard.]
Song Ci: [Hehe.]
"Who are you chatting with? You're smiling like a weasel that stole a chicken." Han Zhan pinched Song Ci's neck with his fingers, neither too light nor too heavy.
Song Ci hummed comfortably.
Su Huanyan and Cheng Yanmo were about to have breakfast when they heard Song Ci's voice and thought that the two were messing around in the restaurant. They paused and looked at each other, hesitating whether to go to the restaurant or return to their room.
At this time, Ajan came over.
He had a pair of headphones hanging around his neck and didn't hear anything from the other side. Arjan walked into the restaurant without hesitation and saw Han Zhan and Song Ci. He said calmly, "Good morning."
"morning."
Upon hearing this, Su Huanyan and Cheng Yanmo came out.
Seeing that Han Zhan and Song Ci were both dressed neatly, and Han Zhan was giving Song Ci a massage, not what they thought, both of them looked a little embarrassed.
While eating, Song Ci opened the app on her phone and handed it to Arang, "Take a look at this."
"What?" Arang took a breath and took the phone.
After carefully reviewing the software's functions, Valanciunas was delighted. This software was designed specifically for him! "Where did you get it from?"
Valanciunas was like a little boy who had found his favorite toy. He was so excited that his eyes were curved with laughter.
Song Ci said: "I asked my sister to design it for you, so you won't have to worry about keeping accounts in the future."
Hearing this, Arang felt a little embarrassed. He rubbed his nose and whispered, "Thank you."
"Um."
Han Zhan was pleased to see the two of them getting along so well, but also a little unhappy. "My company's finance department has been complaining that accounting is tiring. Can you ask Song Fei to develop software for our company?"
Song Ci: "That will cost you a fee."
Han Zhan was a little jealous, "Why doesn't his want money, but mine does?"
Valan: "This bowl of noodles is so sour today."
Song Ci: "Maybe the cook poured too much vinegar."
Han Zhan: “Ha!”
After breakfast, everyone returned to the city.
Back in Wangdong City, everyone went about their business. Arang didn't start work until the next day, so he went to save some money and then drove his motorcycle to deliver food.
Han Zhan went directly to the company, while Song Ci received a call from teacher Shen Yubei, who asked her to come over and talk to her about the Queen Elizabeth Violin Competition next year.
The Queen Elizabeth International Music Competition has a piano competition in the first year, a violin competition in the second year, a composition competition in the third year, and a remedial competition in the fourth year.
The last violin competition was held in 2019.
Next year, there will be a new round of violin competitions.
Song Ci came to the Shen family, and Shen Yubei was practicing the violin. Shen Yubei was not a natural violin genius. He had been practicing the violin since he was a child, and he had worked hard step by step to reach his current position.
In his life, he only did two things seriously: playing the violin and loving Di Rongrong. He treated everything seriously as if it were his life.
Song Ci waited until Shen Yubei finished practicing the piano before calling out, “Teacher.”
"Here I come."
Shen Yubei turned around and stared at Song Ci for a moment before asking, “Have you practiced the piano recently?”
Song Ci didn't dare to lie to Shen Yubei, so she confessed honestly: "I was practicing before, but I went out to sea yesterday and didn't practice."
"Yeah." Shen Yubei handed his piano 'War Soul' to Song Ci and asked her to help wipe it.
Song Ci wiped the violin gently and heard Shen Yubei say, "I've registered you for the Elizabeth Violin Competition. Don't be stressed. Just come back with a championship."
Song Dynasty porcelain:?
Is this what you call no pressure?
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