The weather was too hot, and the remaining three popsicles had become a little soft by the time we got home. Qian Qing peeled one for herself to taste.

Don't say that this expensive popsicle is really expensive for a reason. When you eat it, you can smell a strong milky flavor. The sweetness is not overpowering, but the sweetness of milk itself, and the texture is dense.

It's just too expensive. If you put it in a movie theater or a commercial street, people will buy it, but if you put it here in the compound, it won't consume much.

But in the end it's still good. I made more than ten yuan from the 100 popsicles I bought today. I will definitely buy a few more in the afternoon. So I can make at least 30 yuan a day. Even if we exclude Sundays, I can make 500 to 600 yuan a month.

Even though it is already late August, the popsicle business can only last for another month at most.

Just as she was thinking about it, there was a knock on the door. Qian Qing put the popsicle aside and went to open the door.

Chen Xinran stood at the door, holding two bags of dried fish in her hands: "This is the dried fish sent by my uncle. I usually eat in the cafeteria, and I can't finish these, so I thought of sending some to you and the neighbors next door."

"Thank you very much. It's obvious that these are dried fish caught by the sun at the beach. By the way, please wait a moment."

Qian Qing ran into the house and took out two ice creams.

"Here's one for you to try. I've set up a popsicle stand opposite Zidi Elementary School. If you want to eat some popsicles in the future, just tell me and I'll bring them back for you."

Chen Xinran seemed surprised for a moment, but then she smiled and accepted the kindness: "That's great, it will be convenient in the future."

Qian Qing's mind moved. Just now she realized that time was precious and selling popsicles would make money quickly. But she couldn't just rely on the popsicle stall forever. The lease contract was only signed for one year. The popsicle business was expected to last for one month this year and two months next year. Even so, the turnover in three months was enough to make people jealous.

If the office building is put into use next year, then the guardhouse will naturally return to being a guardhouse. If the office building has any other arrangements, she will definitely not be able to keep that small guardhouse, as there are many people waiting to take over.

I still have to do other business, but all other businesses require capital. I only have less than 200 yuan in my hand now. What business can I do?

The only thing I can do is to save some money in this month.

"Comrade Chen, are there many people working in the office building?"

Chen Xinran thought for a moment and said, "Our factory office building has now been merged into Factory 1. There are fewer people in the morning because many people are out on field trips. In the afternoon, there are more people working in the office."

Qian Qing thought, "Okay, as long as there are people, it's fine. There's only one month left, and doing business with students alone is a bit too little."

The two exchanged a few pleasantries before Chen Xinran said goodbye and went to Qian Qing's house next door. He knocked on the door twice but no one opened it.

Thinking that maybe no one was home at the moment, she was about to leave when suddenly a huge force pulled the door open from the inside.

Wan Zhenzhen's face was frozen: "Who is it?"

She got up early today to make breakfast, but the old woman criticized her from head to toe. One moment she said the porridge was not cooked enough, the next moment she said the vegetables were too salty. It was so annoying that she wanted to flip the table.

What made her even more heartbroken was that Wang Hua didn't give her the slightest bit of face and pretended not to see anything no matter how his mother scolded her.

Wan Zhenzhen was busy running around, and the mother and son just lay in the house and watched her work without helping at all.

She wanted to scream, to curse, and to pin Qian Qing to the ground and beat her.

But she couldn't, she couldn't even touch the corner of Qian Qing's clothes. It seemed that Qian Qing had gone out early in the morning today and she hadn't been seen since.

Wan Zhenzhen thought about it again and again, and decided to reconcile with Qian Qing first. She had lived to be sixty or seventy in her previous life, and she couldn't hold on to a yellow-haired girl?

I guess it was because I was too impatient last time and gave myself away, which made Qian Qing suspicious.

Now that I'm in such a miserable state, if I go to her and tell her about my troubles, she will definitely forgive me.

The most important thing is that Wan Zhenzhen has no money left.

When she got married, she brought two quilts as her dowry, and she only had ten yuan that she had secretly saved before the marriage. The family's livelihood was in the hands of her mother-in-law, and the man also had three or five yuan in pocket money from his mother.

She has nothing, just like a married nanny, serving everyone from front to back, but without any salary!

Wan Zhenzhen didn't dare to delay any longer. They had just gotten married and it was not too late for her to change her mind. As long as she could make some money from Qian Qing, even just once, it would be fine.

Just a few hundred dollars would be enough to change her fate.

Wan Zhenzhen was so anxious that her temper became much worse.

"Hello, I live in 307, my name is Chen Xinran. From now on, we will be neighbors..."

Before she could finish her words, Wan Zhenzhen impatiently took the things in her hands away and said, "My name is Wan Zhenzhen. I'm still cooking in the pot. I won't say more to you."

The moment the door closed, I saw Chen Xinran still holding two popsicles in her hands, and subconsciously thought that she was going to give them to her.

While reaching out to take it, he casually said, "Hey, dried fish is enough, why are you giving me a popsicle? It's too polite..."

Before she could finish her words, she saw Chen Xinran holding her foot against the door and looking at her expressionlessly.

Their hands stopped on a popsicle, neither of them giving in.

In an instant, Chen Xinran smiled, and somehow she pulled the popsicle out, and at the same time took the dried fish from Wan Zhenzhen's arms.

"Sorry, nothing is for you."