Chapter 137： worried little girl

However, Tang Aijun didn't understand for a while. What he was more concerned about was the White Rabbit.

"When did you eat the white rabbit?"

Tang Aijun is very suspicious, the whole village only has a big white rabbit in Huang accountant's house, and Huang Yumei's stinky girl has never dealt with Xiaonan, how could she give Xiaonan candy?

"I ate Huang Yumei, it's not delicious at all."

Tang Xiaonan talked nonsense, anyway, the third brother would not confront Huang Yumei. Huang Yumei is the youngest granddaughter of Huang Accountant's family.

Moreover, Huang Yumei and Shen Yuzhu are cousins, and Grandpa Shen Yuzhu and Accountant Huang are cousins.

Tang Aijun didn't doubt it. After thinking about it, he said, "Then buy other things, and Xiao Nan will also go to greedy that stinky girl."

"Don't buy it, save it to buy photos!"

Tang Xiaonan roared in anger, rotten wood cannot be carved, Huo Jinzhi made it clear, the purchase is calculated at 1.5 cents, and a piece can earn 5 cents, which is a lot more than resale, but it accumulates slowly. It's not a small sum of money, and Tang Aijun can have an original fund to sell others. Selling the stills is just an expedient measure.

Tang Aijun finally understood and said disapprovingly, "It's only three yuan, so I can only buy twenty."

Five cents a piece only earns one dollar. Now Tang Aijun doesn't look down on one dollar anymore. He has swelled up.

Tang Xiaonan was so angry that she slapped her with a slap in the face. It was too unsatisfactory, and she didn't know how much it added up, but she was too young to say too much, otherwise Huo Jinzhi would definitely doubt it and could only beat her.

Huo Jinzhi found it funny, this fat girl is just like a worried old mother now, it's so interesting.

"You settle the account like this. You buy 20 pieces for three yuan, and you only earn sixty cents for a three-cent piece. You can earn one dollar for a five-cent piece, and you have an extra 40 cents of profit. You use the 40 cents to buy the goods. This is called profit. Gunli, don't underestimate it." Huo Jinzhi explained patiently.

Tang Xiaonan nodded vigorously, right? A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. Which big boss doesn't start with petty profits?

Tang Aijun was thoughtful, so he understood, it made sense, but he still wanted to buy delicious food for his sister, which was his stubbornness as a brother.

"Third brother, when you earn... um... 100 yuan... buy me chocolates, okay?"

Tang Xiaonan set a small goal very seriously. She is not interested in food at all, but this way the third brother has the motivation, otherwise he will waste money again.

"immediately……"

Before Tang Aijun could finish speaking, he was slapped again on the arm, and Tang Xiaonan shouted angrily, "Earn one hundred yuan and buy it again. Now I don't eat it, just throw it away!"

"Okay, don't buy it."

Tang Aijun rubbed his arm, he didn't dare to make his sister angry any more. It was only 100 yuan. Even if he earned 3 yuan a day, he could earn it a month.

He will soon make his younger sister the cub that all the children in the village are envious of. Humph, Huang Yumei's big white rabbit is nothing!

After finally correcting the third brother's thoughts, Tang Xiaonan sighed lightly, feeling very tired, but whenever she is a few years older, she will play in person.

Huo Jinzhi couldn't help pinching her face, this little adult's appearance was so interesting, I never saw that this fat girl was quite worried.

"What are you doing!"

Tang Ai slapped Huo Jinzhi's claws off, and rubbed Tang Xiaonan's face a few times, staring at the 'murderer', he couldn't bear to pinch his sister.

Huo Jinzhi touched his nose, feeling a little guilty, he couldn't hold it back for a while, he felt itchy without pinching a few times.

"I'll go back without buying anything."

Tang Aijun snorted softly, picked up Tang Xiaonan and placed it on the front bumper. He had just pushed the car. There were four or five boys with bad expressions in front of him. The leader was a boy of fourteen or five years old, who squinted at them.