A low-key yet luxurious latest-model hovercar was parked by the roadside, and its right rear door was slowly opening for Qu Jian'er at the owner's signal.
Qu Jian'er got into the car without ceremony and closed the door behind her: "What a coincidence, Mr. Zuo."
Today, Zuo Chen still doesn't have the slightest hint of a pretty boy; he's still so handsome it's outrageous.
He was lounging casually in his chair, his legs crossed, working.
Seeing Qu Jian'er get into the car.
Only then did he put the quantum computer aside.
His pupils always held a sharp gaze, and he had a naturally wolfish temperament and appearance.
He glanced at Qu Jian'er.
The gaze glides over the person, the wooden board, the cloth, and finally returns to and rests on the other person's wrist.
There is a string of the same six wooden beads there.
His sharp, awl-like eyes were like some kind of instrument, expertly observing and measuring other people's emotions, and making accurate judgments based on them.
Zuo Chen didn't think much of it, leaning against the left car door and propping his head up with his fist: "Master is in high spirits."
Qu Jian'er felt waves of happiness.
Just when she was worried about running out of energy and having nowhere to absorb it, she unexpectedly met Zuo Chen.
It's like a pillow coming to someone who's about to fall asleep.
Qu Jian'er waved her hand and took off her mask: "Not at all, not at all, I was forced to make a living."
She put her mask and sunglasses in her pocket, very grateful to Zuo Chen for his timely help.
Zuo Chen put his hand down and said seriously, "I haven't had a chance to thank you properly since you parted ways with me so hastily that day."
Qu Jian'er shamelessly hinted, "You're too kind. Well, I didn't want any money as payment."
Zuo Chen hadn't expected Qu Jian'er to be so blunt.
He couldn't help but chuckle as he looked at the person whose eyes crinkled with laughter.
Not only did he not think Qu Jian'er had a big appetite, but he also felt that he had discovered the other person's true nature.
In Zuo Chen's mind, he always believed that capable people have no right to ask for anything. Moreover, he felt that problems that could be solved with money were the best thing ever.
Zuo Chen gestured for Qi Yin to take out the money and said sincerely, "I regret my carelessness that day. There is 10 million in this unsigned card, Qi Yin."
Ever since Qu Jian'er entered, Qi Yin had been secretly observing her with a scrutinizing gaze.
He was curious about the person who could command such respect from Zuo Chen, but he didn't expect the person to be so young.
Because Zuo Chen foresaw the impending storm in the empire, Qi Yin was transferred back to Zuo Chen's side.
Unbeknownst to him, Zuo Chen's mental energy fluctuations were slowly returning to normal under Qu Jian'er's intervention.
Qi Yin had been fighting on the battlefield for many years, and he was finally able to come back. He originally just wanted to go home for a visit.
Unexpectedly, he ran into Qu Jian'er near the shop where his own brother worked. He secretly admired her frank and outspoken nature, but wondered just how capable she truly was.
Qu Jian'er took the transparent bank card. She had never felt so close to her dream of becoming rich overnight, so much so that she overlooked the fact that Qi Yin and Qi Jin had the same face.
After calming down, Qu Jian'er vaguely felt that Qi Yin's face was familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen it before. So, she simply stopped thinking about it.
Zuo Chen smiled and said, "We can add more if it's not enough."
His seductive voice reached Qu Jian'er's ears, almost making her dizzy.
This moment.
In Qu Jian'er's eyes, Zuo Chen was a shining gold mine. She had just pried open a corner when even bigger gold was waving a handkerchief at her, making her willing to keep prying even if she had to flatter him.
Qu Jian'er shook her head repeatedly, forcing herself not to be greedy, and said restrainedly, "That's enough for now."
Zuo Chen said without any further comment: "Master Qu's words are so straightforward and refreshing. I thought someone as accomplished as Master Qu wouldn't care about fame and fortune, but I was wrong."
Qu Jian'er explained without much thought, "I don't know how high other people's moral awareness is, but something shiny and full of the smell of money is what suits my noble character. Being a rich and good person is my lifelong pursuit."
Zuo Chen smiled but remained silent; his worldview had been reshaped in just 10 minutes.
For the sake of long-term development, Qu Jian'er felt she couldn't be too stingy: "How about this, since you're so generous, I can't be stingy either. I'll give you two lucky hair clips."
After the cloth was unfurled, Qu Jian'er unfurled all sorts of adorable hair clips.
Zuo Chen picked one up and examined it closely.
Qu Jian'er blinked; she could easily imagine how strange it would look to have a hair clip on Zuo Chen's head.
However, in order not to lose the relationship she had just developed with Zuo Jinshan Chen, Qu Jian'er resisted the urge to try on the hair clip on Zuo Chen's head.
Instead, he set an example by himself.
Qu Jian'er said, "Wearing it like this for a day can effectively increase one's luck."
Zuo Chen's eyes narrowed slightly behind his glasses, and he nodded gently: "Master, don't be so polite with me. Let's calculate based on market price. I'll cover all these hair clips. How much?"
Qu Jian'er clutched her heart.
Looking at the wealthy and powerful Zuo Chen.
She had underestimated Zuo Chen's financial power, which left her heart unable to find peace for a long time.
Qu Jian'er felt no guilt whatsoever about taking advantage of someone else: "I told you I was lucky today, Mr. Zuo, I'll give you a 1% discount, no, a 12% discount!"
Heaven knows how happy Qu Jian'er was.
She spent two hours making the "Collect Blessings" hair clip yesterday. Besides expending a lot of effort, the biggest cost was just the hair clips she bought at a low price. She made a profit without any risk.
Even so, she never expected that everything would be sold out in half a day. She felt that if Zuo Chen continued to aid and abet evil, she would become a cunning merchant herself.
Qu Jian'er counted on her fingers, getting more and more confused: "I just sold one hair clip, so there are 19 left. They're 12% off, so 18 is 8, and 89 is 72. No, the price is 10 each, two for 18, three for 16. So 19 is..."
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