"Where? It's a cell phone, it only has a tiny bit of gold on it!" said Master Zhou.
"Did he send it to you?" Zhou Ma asked.
"Um!"
"Can we return it?" Zhou's mother asked anxiously.
"I don't know. I initially refused, but he said it was a tool for work communication, and the number and phone belonged to the company. I was only using it temporarily," the sect leader said helplessly.
"You boss! I don't know what kind of environment you live in. If you can stay alive just by answering a phone call as soon as you step outside, you should be grateful."
“I know, he told me to come back and put something on to cover it up.”
“I’ll take care of it tonight. You go and wash up first. Sigh!” Zhou’s mother sighed. She hoped her daughter could escape this circle of poverty, but she didn’t want it to be in another way.
Entering a wealthy family is like entering a deep sea; though life may seem glamorous on the outside, one's fate is still bitter.
After washing up, the sect leader had nothing to do, so he stayed home and practiced singing while tending to the shop.
Danny taught her a lot of techniques today.
While it's still fresh, let's get the story right.
Who knew that after singing a couple of lines, my mom started making me listen to the song on repeat.
Zhou Ma also loves this piece of music.
It seems like they really like it.
The leader started by saying that she met her idol today, and that the song was written by her boss on the spot for Danny.
I don't know why it was changed to a duet. And she even started it.
Danny King?
Zhou's mother was secretly surprised. If Danny Wang were to bring his daughter into the entertainment industry, it would be a meteoric rise to fame, the best shortcut.
It seems that the daughter's boss really cherishes her.
"I heard that your boss brought a girl named Juanjuan with him when he came to Hong Kong. Where is she? Will you be able to influence her?" Zhou Ma asked worriedly. It's all too common for the old and new to compete for the same woman.
Zhou Ma needs to find out whether Juanjuan has fallen out of favor or what, and how important she is to the boss.
"I haven't seen him! I heard he's in America with Andy Lau and will be back soon," Headmaster Zhou said as if nothing was wrong.
Actually, after my mother's initial surprise, she felt a little unsure of herself.
Was the boss attracted to her talent or her body?
There were no sweet words, no eager, impatient manner.
Holding hands doesn't count; it's more like a squeeze.
The kind that hurts when you pinch it.
I can't figure out what the boss is thinking.
So rich people, riding in a Rolls-Royce to eat at street food stalls and tea restaurants? Who has ever seen that?
Xing Baohua had just returned home when the phone rang. He answered it and smiled slightly.
Drivers went to pick up the people.
About forty minutes later, Xing Baohua met the owner of the chicken rice shop.
He was holding a piece of paper, presumably the recipe for herbal tea.
Xing Baohua took it and glanced at it. It was all very ordinary material.
To increase the sweetness, two kinds of sugar were even used.
According to the shop owner, the brown sugar is used to adjust the color of the rock sugar and brown sugar.
"Licorice root, dried tangerine peel, honeysuckle, chrysanthemum, mint, black tea, sugar..."
You wouldn't know unless you saw the recipe; once you do, it doesn't seem worth a million.
"Boss, you personally promised me a million for the formula, you can't go back on your word!" The boss quickly said when he saw Xing Baohua frown.
“If it really works, a million it is. Do you think I’m short of money? But if it doesn’t work, and you’ve cheated me out of this million, I’ll make sure you have money but no life to spend it.” With that, Xing Baohua started writing checks.
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