Since Song Qingqing agreed so readily, Yan Lao Er didn't say anything more.
I was just about to go with Song Qingqing and sign the sales contract.
His sister-in-law and brother's wife stopped him.
"Second brother, you don't actually believe this little girl, do you!"
This girl doesn't look like a rich person at all; she's definitely trying to scam you.
"That's right, second brother, she's a high school student, how could she possibly come up with 50,000 yuan?"
"You absolutely mustn't let her trick you into giving up the land."
Song Qingqing couldn't stand it anymore. She turned to look at the two middle-aged women and sneered, "How do you know I have no money? Are you mind readers?"
"What roundworms? You brat, how could a high school girl possibly have money?"
Even if you were sold, you wouldn't be worth fifty thousand yuan.
"Exactly, even if you're trying to put on a brave face, this isn't how you do it."
Chen Jiaming couldn't stand it anymore and stepped forward to explain, "Auntie, she's the owner of the Qingqing Vegetable Shop on Huanle Street. Do you think she wouldn't have money?"
If Song Qingqing had no money, he would twist his head off.
These days, he has personally witnessed how good Song Qingqing's business is. The line of people coming to buy vegetables stretches several times around Huanle Street.
A quick calculation shows that you can make at least a thousand yuan a day.
That would amount to at least 30,000 yuan a month.
That's not all; the iron sheds that were just rented out also brought in over 100,000 yuan just from that side.
If someone like her doesn't have money, then no one is rich.
"What?" Upon hearing Chen Jiaming's words, the two women's eyes widened in disbelief, and they exclaimed, "She's that Qingqing boss?"
"Is she the small business owner who swaggeres around in the entertainment district?"
The air seemed to freeze. The next moment, two middle-aged women suddenly surrounded Song Qingqing and started talking all at once.
"Hey, Ms. Qingqing, do you need any help at your shop? How about I work there?"
"I'm not bad either. I'm efficient and I'm guaranteed to be a good employee. Just give me five hundred yuan a month."
"......"
Upon hearing that Song Qingqing was the owner of the "Qingqing Vegetable Shop" on Huanle Street, who was currently enjoying immense popularity, Yan Lao Er's sister-in-law and brother's wife immediately changed their attitude.
Song Qingqing didn't pay any attention to them.
Instead, she waited for Yan Lao Er to nod and sign the contract with her.
Yan Lao Er was also a little surprised at this moment, never expecting that Song Qingqing would actually be the owner of "Qingqing Vegetable Shop".
If he remembered correctly, a vegetable vendor did indeed ask him about buying land that morning.
Afterwards, the other party told him that they would have to go back and ask their boss.
Could it be that the young girl in front of him is his boss?
I asked on a whim, "Are you Brother Song's boss?"
"Mm," Song nodded gently.
Once confirmed, Yan Lao Er had no more worries.
Next, the two signed the contract smoothly, exchanging money for land.
Even after Song Qingqing left, the Yan family continued to fawn over her.
They tried to get Song Qingqing a satisfactory job.
But Song Qingqing did not agree.
Having solved the vegetable garden problem, Song Qingqing rushed to school without stopping, but she was still a class late.
Fortunately, the teachers now treat Song Qingqing very well. When they saw that she was late, they greeted her with a smile and let her into the classroom.
In the evening, Tang Wanyue from No. 2 Middle School was walking home, thinking about how Tang Mingcheng hadn't been home for a week.
Unexpectedly, they learned that No. 1 Middle School was going to hold a birthday celebration on Friday.
Right then and there, she had an idea.
Song Qingyi is so infatuated with Tang Mingcheng that she can't stay at home, and she absolutely can't let her get away with it.
And Song Qingqing, if possible, she should take care of her too.
Meanwhile, in the entertainment district.
Song Qingqing is teaching the unlucky guy how to do business.
The other person learns very quickly, usually mastering the material in one go, demonstrating exceptional learning ability.
Song Qingqing was amazed by his abilities, feeling that she had hired an extraordinary employee.
Such people should be made good use of; their talents should not be wasted.
Otherwise, it would be a waste of his business acumen.
"Boss Qingqing, I can't cook. I'd like to have dinner with you, is that okay?" While lost in thought, the unlucky guy suddenly moved closer to Song Qingqing, his peach blossom eyes fixed on the dinner that Da Meng had just brought.
Upon hearing this, Song Qingqing snapped out of her daze and initially didn't want to agree.
But then she realized that she couldn't finish the food by herself each time, and in the end, all the good food was wasted.
After a moment of silence, he finally nodded in agreement.
Upon seeing this, the unlucky guy immediately cheered, "Does this mean you agree?"
Let's start eating! It won't taste good when it's cold.
After saying that, he took out the steaming hot dishes and handed the chopsticks to Song Qingqing.
Song Qingqing took the chopsticks and began to eat seriously, thinking to herself that the food Sikong Xingchen brought her was indeed incredibly delicious.
No matter how long she eats it, she never gets tired of it.
What she didn't notice was that the unlucky guy opposite her had been watching her every move, his eyebrows and eyes already curving into crescents.
"Boss Qingqing, it's so dark! I'm so scared, can you walk me home?" After finishing his meal, the unlucky guy found that it was indeed pitch black outside. He turned around, ran to Song Qingqing's side, and put on a pitiful act.
This time, Song Qingqing did not agree.
"I'll give you an iron rod, then you won't be afraid to walk on the road. Go back now!" Without waiting for a reply, Song Qingqing placed the iron rod in the other person's hand and turned to go about her own business.
Song Qingqing was adamant, so the unlucky guy had no choice but to reluctantly walk out.
But before they had gone far, they were spotted by two thugs.
Upon seeing this, the unlucky fellow yelled and rushed back to Pleasure Street with his iron rod.
The two thugs following behind him were dealt with by Da Meng and Xiao Meng and taken to the police station.
The terrified unlucky guy clung tightly to Song Qingqing and wouldn't let go.
"They want to harm me, they want to harm me."
Before he could finish speaking, Song Qingqing coldly pulled him away and warned, "From now on, you're not allowed to lay a hand on me. I have a boyfriend, and your behavior is wrong."
"But I'm so scared, someone wants to hurt me." The unlucky guy looked at Song Qingqing pitifully, his clear eyes beginning to glisten with tears.
"......" What a weakling man, all looks and no brains.
I really don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing that he's so handsome.
"Maybe I should just sleep in the shop! I'm afraid to walk alone at night," the unlucky fellow muttered softly, his expression even more pitiful and helpless.
Out of consideration for the fact that he had almost lost his life for her, Song Qingqing finally had no choice but to agree to send him back.
"From now on, you should buy something to eat on the way! You eat too slowly; by the time you finish, it will be dark." As Song Qingqing led the unlucky fellow towards Happiness Community, she didn't forget to give him this advice.
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