If you think I'm vulgar, I admit it. Because most people are vulgar. They only look at the surface at first glance and don't have the time to dig into your heart to see if you are a like-minded person. If you don't have money, who will bully you? Why don't you have money first?
After Bi Yue finished speaking, she looked at Bi Cheng, who was not very good at speaking. He seemed to want to persuade her. She took two steps forward and patted Bi Cheng's shoulder vigorously.
"You're still young and full of ideals. A cartload of potatoes isn't worth as much as a single night-shining pearl. I don't have time to dwell on your corny ideals. I just know I can't let myself be short of money when I'm short of people. With money, I can live a wonderful life with or without anyone.
Also, let me say a few more things. I don't agree with what my uncle is secretly teaching you, about having multiple friends or something like that. Don't listen to him, listen to me!
You are not at his stage yet. You don’t have strong abilities. No matter how many people you know, how many of them can really help you?
I hate those people who are always making noises and talking nonsense about how many people they know. Don't talk about how many people you know, just look at how many people still know you when you are in trouble!"
Bi Yue finished speaking in one breath, and then proudly kicked Bi Cheng's calf: "Stop being sore, won't your teeth ache if you're sore every day? Hurry up and put on your leather jacket and make some money!"
Bi Cheng reluctantly took the leather jacket. His sister said he was jealous all the way. He wanted to say that his sister was really good at talking. Why was she so talkative with him? And she had a set of words!
"Then there has to be a number? What's the target?"
Bi Yue pursed her lips with delight, her eyes sparkling with longing, her expression as satisfied as if she already held many keys in her hand:
"I want to have lots and lots of houses. I'll buy you one after this trip. If you dare to disobey me in the future, I'll take the house deed and tell you to get out!"
It would be great if Bi Yue could continue to maintain the image of a "money-grubber".
It would be great if Bi Cheng could really be as caring about ideals and not money as he appears to be.
Then they might be in less danger...
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At this time, Bi Cheng looked very much like a receptionist, except that the receptionist was wearing a decent high-end leather jacket.
The door of the soft sleeper compartment was half open. Bi Cheng stood at the door of his compartment. He was tall and strong, with a smile on his face. He paced back and forth to attract the attention of the Russians who got on the train, and at the same time shook off his black jacket as if he was hot.
The stop was suddenly filled with noise, and the soft sleeper car seemed a little different from the chaos on the platform last time.
Probably because the goods are very valuable and large sums of money are paid in exchange for goods, in order to ensure the safety of the transaction, the sellers no longer frantically lean over the window to shake out the goods, but stand in the aisle to welcome customers into the box.
The four strong and tall Soviet men spotted Bi Cheng as soon as they got on the train.
You can tell who is interested in whom from their eyes and magnetic field.
Bi Cheng noticed that several Soviet people with tall noses and sunken eye sockets were looking at him. He excitedly hooked his fingers at them again and again, gesturing and shouting:
"Fuck your elder sister! Fuck your elder sister!" It means you are hello.
Bi Yue's nose was sweating and his expression was rich.
She listened to the four Soviets chattering in a foreign language, her eyes shining as she stared at the calculator in her hands. She typed in the amount and handed it to the Soviet wholesaler, while casually pointing at a few samples hanging on the wall. Regardless of whether she understood or not, she kept emphasizing:
"This is a moth-flying lantern! (Wholesale) Stop talking nonsense, no bargaining!!"
One of the Soviet men, who was 1.9 meters tall, stood in front of Bi Yue. He looked very oppressive and tried to touch her leather jacket. Bi Yue found a pair of hairy hands under her armpits trying to touch her clothes. She slipped under his armpits, clamped her chin, and took the lead with her two small hands to pull at her leather jacket.
Her dress cost forty yuan a piece, and the quality was really terrible. A foolish man could easily tear it into eight pieces with just a little force.
Bi Yue's hands didn't exert enough strength, but her face had a ferocious expression, as if she was using all her strength. She was using her acting skills to conquer the four Su people, meaning that her clothes were of top quality. After pulling out all the samples one by one, she even gave a thumbs up to a few people.
The four Soviets chatted with each other for just two minutes. One of them, who was 1.9 meters tall, pointed to the price on the calculator and made a big circle with his hands.
Bi Yue opened her mouth in surprise and confirmed:
"It says dollars on the calculator! It says dollars? Do you understand? No rubles! You want all the goods?" She opened her arms and made a wider circle.
Bi Cheng was bending over to pull his bag, and when he heard it, he turned around in surprise.
What does it mean to have a successful start? This moment is it, and there is no need to start again.
Bi Yue and Bi Cheng stood behind the four people, their pockets full of US dollars, their faces flushed with excitement, and they kept thanking them:
"Die, die! (Thank you) Kill your aunt! (Goodbye)"
Several Soviet people were very happy. They felt that the transaction was very smooth, the price was reasonable, and the dealer they met was very polite.
Even the 1.9-meter-tall Soviet man, carrying the plastic bag, walked to the door of the box without forgetting to look back. He looked at Bi Yue, suddenly put down the bag, and stretched out his arms for a hug.
Bi Yue happily ignored it. She shook off Bi Cheng's hand that was grabbing her sleeve, stepped forward and gave him a polite hug, patting his arm and praising him:
"You can't follow the crowd even if your child dies!"
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