Chapter 17 Earning Money 1

She got out of the car, closed the door, and the black Rolls-Royce drove away quietly until it turned the corner and the taillights disappeared. Then she turned around and walked towards the Donghe Urban Village opposite.

In the Rolls-Royce, Jiang Ziyi carefully observed the man in the back seat through the rearview mirror, "Uncle, you..." He really wanted to ask the man if he also liked Tang Qi, but he didn't have the courage and felt it was unlikely.

The main reason was that Tang Qi looked too young. Although she was delicate and pretty, his uncle was a mature man in his late thirties and there was no way he would be attracted to such a young girl.

Jiang Ziyi thought to himself as if to comfort himself, and changed the subject, "Oh, the little fairy looks small, but she is quite capable of fighting. One against twenty, she is not at all inferior."

"Small? How do you know it's small?" the man sneered.

Jiang Ziyi was dumbfounded.

No, what his uncle meant was what he was thinking? Or was he overthinking?

"I mean, the little fairy is young, but she's so good at it. Hey, are all the middle school students nowadays so good? When I was in school..."

"You are too weak." The man exposed the reality.

Can we still have a pleasant chat? Jiang Ziyi was depressed.

"She is indeed amazing." The man's voice was low, objective and calm.

"Beautiful hands, white, smooth, and long."

Jiang Ziyi was stunned. His uncle was always sharp-tongued and venomous towards women, so why did he suddenly start talking dirty?

“There are no signs of special training.”

Even this was observed? Perhaps he scanned the person inch by inch? "Are we going back to pick up Assistant Xu?" The driver, Xiao Xu, asked quietly.

"Go back to the villa."

…

When I returned to the tin house, my grandmother was sitting at the door, fanning herself with a palm-leaf fan.

"Grandma, I'm back."

Hearing her voice, grandma fumbled to her feet and said, "Have you had dinner? I left some food for you in the pot. It's still hot."

"good."

The rice was a little watery and the fried lettuce was a little salty, but Tang Qi ate them all up.

After dinner, wash the pots and bowls, boil water for a bath, wash clothes, and the men's handkerchiefs.

She still doesn't know what the man's name is.

But it doesn’t matter, we won’t have any dealings with each other in the future.

Thinking this in my mind, I didn't throw the handkerchief away. Instead, I washed it clean, clipped it with a bamboo clip, and hung it under the eaves to dry.

A good night's sleep.

Tang Qi got up at five in the morning, washed her face with cold water, put on her school uniform, and went to the small park opposite Donghe Village to exercise.

If he wanted to recover his previous strength, given his current physical condition, he would need to train continuously for at least two years, with a daily training volume of no less than six hours.

She was well aware that haste makes waste, and she already had a plan in mind.

During the first month of adaptation, I trained for two hours in the morning, jogged for one hour, did strength and flexibility training for half an hour each, and jogged for one hour in the evening.

Wait a month and then slowly add speed, endurance, coordination, agility and other items.

After exercising, I returned to the tin house and my grandmother had already cooked some pickled vegetable porridge.

After eating two bowls of vegetable porridge without feeling full, Tang Qi took out two coins from the original owner's tin box for sundries, bought two steamed buns and ate them. Only then did he feel satisfied.

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The most urgent task is to make money to fill our stomachs!

Today is Sunday, and there are many businesses setting up booths for promotions at the entrance of Century Building opposite, so it is very lively.

Tang Qi was wearing a school uniform. Her palm-sized face was delicate and pretty, and her long hair was tied behind her head. She had an indescribable sense of purity.

The manager, who had already hired enough part-time workers, gritted his teeth and hired her as an additional employee.

"According to the regulations, it's 10 yuan per hour, three hours each in the morning, afternoon and evening. We originally hired two people for each time period, and now we have one more person. You decide whether you want to work during the day or at night."

Tang Qi chose daytime, took the flyers and started distributing them along the way.

A good face is a weapon. Before half past eleven, the morning's order distribution work was completed, and Tang Qi's distribution accounted for more than half of it.

The manager happily paid Tang Qi 30 yuan for her part-time job and reminded her to come on time in the afternoon.

There were also people in charge of other booths who came to poach her employees, but she refused them with a smile.

If someone respects her an inch, she will return the favor.

She exchanged the thirty yuan she had just received for a serving of steamed pork ribs with rice flour and took it back to the tin house.

(End of this chapter)