Chapter 121

When he raised his head again, the deep eyes were cold, compared with the warm and pure eyes just now, it seemed to be a different person.

"Someone taught me." The half-grown child slowly looked around at the shopping mall staff and some curious customers. The voice was not loud, but it was very clear, "Grandpa Deng."

"Grandpa Deng? Are you an adult?" The security chief didn't wake up.

Qiu Mingquan pointed to the north leisurely: "Grandpa Xiaoping said it!"

He frowned on the ground and looked at Zhao Decheng with contempt: "You can't do this, you don't care about national affairs. Grandpa Deng said three years ago that poverty is not socialism. I don't steal or rob. I use labor and What's wrong with being wise and getting rich?"

The people around are all stunned, this kid, isn't he too powerful?

Zhao Decheng blushed: "Comrade Xiaoping told us to work hard to get rich, you call it getting something for nothing! Yes, that's right, reselling it after changing hands, this is not getting something for nothing, what is it?!"

Qiu Mingquan looked at him with a cold and disdainful look.

"You are so old, how can you talk nonsense?" He sighed, the tone of a child is especially lethal, "I will analyze your shipments, investigate the needs of nearby schools, and take turns in several shopping malls Observe, I just ate a steamed bun and didn't drink a sip of water, how can I say that I get something for nothing?"

The surrounding crowd: "..."

Convinced of this!

Wang Juan was surprised and soft-hearted when she heard it at the counter, and handed out her cup through the glass counter: "Come on, kid, drink some water."

Qiu Mingquan ran over and took it gratefully, "Gududu" was not polite, and drank most of the glass.

"Thank you, Auntie." President Feng, who occupied Qiu Mingquan's body, put away his sharpness, with tears in his wet eyes, "You are better than my mother."

Wang Juan gave a "puchi" smile: "Then what about your mother? Why didn't she follow you and asked you to come alone."

Qiu Mingquan's eye circles turned red instantly: "...my mother died a long time ago."

In the corner of consciousness, the real Qiu Mingquan's head was full of black lines: "Hey, Mr. Feng, is the show over? I was abandoned, so my parents should still be alive?"

"Those who abandon children, treat them as dead if they are alive!" Feng Rui was categorical.

"..."

Wang Juan is an old salesperson in the stationery group. Zhao Decheng was promoted by relying on his family's cousin relationship. She was not convinced by him at first. Now that she saw Qiu Mingquan's pitiful appearance, her mother's heart was so soft that she was in a mess, so she immediately helped him. .

"Section Chief Li, I think what this little doll said is quite right." She slowly nodded her red nails painted with impatiens juice, "This is a shopping mall for the people, why don't you let people's children in? You say right?"

There were crowds of onlookers all around booing, and they all thought it was fun: "Yes, yes, I think this kid is right!"

"Wang Juan! I'm warning you, don't collude with criminals!" Zhao Decheng pointed at Wang Juan with a fierce look in his eyes, "This month's prize of ten yuan, do you still want it?"

Suddenly, a voice came from behind the crowd coldly, with majesty.

"Who is so good that you don't give a single word of the evaluation? Is this how the evaluation of your stationery group is done?"

Zhao Decheng and Wang Juan were all taken aback when they saw who was coming. Isn't the man who came out of the crowd the newly promoted General Manager Qu?

Manager Qu is young and strong. He graduated from a college of finance and economics with a bachelor's degree. He is one of the young cadres who have been promoted on the commercial front.

Today, he is accompanying his old classmates to inspect and visit each floor, and he has been quietly listening outside for a while.

At first, he still held back his anger, until he heard Zhao Decheng's threat, he was really angry. ——It is said that the old state-owned enterprises have a chaotic style and no rules and regulations to follow. Sure enough, I saw it with my own eyes today!

Manager Qu broke through the crowd and walked in, staring at Zhao Decheng coldly: "The leader of the stationery team, isn't he, he's so majestic and powerful."

In the midst of winter, Zhao Decheng was almost sweating.

This is the general manager who just took office, and I heard that the higher-ups value him very much. There are three fires when a new official takes office, who knows where the fire will burn? ...

Qu Yifei turned his head, and said kindly to Qiu Mingquan: "My little friend, if the mall really doesn't sell you pens here, what will you do?"

The child in front of him looked at him with dark eyes: "You won't."

"Oh why?"

"Are you the big leader of the mall?" The real CEO Feng observed him with a naive and cunning expression, but the words he said were earth-shattering.

"First, you didn't expressly say that you are not allowed to trade in your shopping mall, even if the police station asks, you won't support it; second, as long as you are willing to fight and suffer without endangering the national economy and people's livelihood, you can It’s not a mistake, on the contrary, it’s a necessary lubricant for the market.”

Wang Juan at the counter listened and spewed water out of the enamel cup.

--Ouch!

What are they talking about? It's even better than what the big leaders of their shopping malls said at the New Year's Day mobilization meeting!

Manager Qu opened his mouth slightly in shock, um... how old is this kid? Is it a thousand-year-old monster who has cultivated to become a master, or is it a family history?

With such a bunch of words, even calling him a graduate of the University of Finance and Economics can't fault him!

After a long pause, he smiled.

He bent down himself, picked up all the pencil cases that had fallen on the floor, and put them in Qiu Mingquan's schoolbag.

"Little friend, what you said is very good." He turned his head and looked at Zhao Decheng calmly. "As long as they are customers of our commercial building, we will welcome them. I told you a long time ago that 'serving the people' is not a sentence." Empty words, like you, don’t listen to the news, don’t learn the new spirit. Sooner or later, you will be eliminated by the times!”

Zhao Decheng's face was flushed red, his calves were weak, but he didn't dare to answer a word.

Qu Yifei looked at the two people in the security department again, with the same serious expression on his face: "As a comrade in the security department, he should know a little more about the law. This kid did nothing wrong. On the contrary, he bought something from this commercial building. In this shopping mall, you are more obliged to protect him, a small customer."

Section Chief Li blushed: "General manager, I, we understand. I will definitely study hard next time!"

Manager Qu looked at Zhao Decheng, thinking that just now he and his old classmate had sworn to do a good job in management, and felt even more ashamed: "Such a young child knows to observe out of stock, as the leader of the stationery team, if you Be careful, shouldn't you apply for the purchase earlier?"

Wang Juan stabbed without losing the opportunity: "We reported to the superior a few days ago that the Hero Gold Pen was selling well, and the team leader said we don't need to take care of it."

This Zhao Decheng, relying on his family's relationship with the old leader, doesn't respect them, the old front-line employees, Wang Juan has long been upset with him!

Manager Qu glared at Zhao Decheng again angrily: "For such a responsible salesperson, the award bonus is not allowed to be less than a penny. If you can't do a good job, you will step down and make way!"

Zhao Decheng bowed his waist: "The leadership education is right! I know, I will definitely study hard!"

Qu Yifei smiled and patted Qiu Mingquan's head again: "Little friend, don't worry here, our boutique mall welcomes all customers, and you are welcome too!"

Parting the crowd, he walked towards his old classmate who was standing far away.

Behind him, Qiu Mingquan didn't see Wei Qingyuan, and started to yell calmly again: "Uncles and aunts, take a look at these gold pens. Guaranteed to be genuine!..."

Zhao Decheng watched Manager Qu leave, feeling so angry that he was about to explode.

He picked up the landline in the counter and dialed the internal number: "Hello, Supply and Marketing Department? I'm the stationery counter! How's the purchase of Hero gold pens? ... What, all the goods will arrive in a week? Good!" ,That's good!"

Throwing down the phone, he sneered, and squinted at Qiu Mingquan viciously: "Pay these peddlers to death!"

At this moment, several salespersons in the cabinet team were moved.

Dongshen City has always been the pioneer of the country's economic trends and open-mindedness. The sensitivity to making money and wealth is the innate ability of many people in Dongshen City. Common people who lack vivid minds.

Wang Juan waved at Qiu Mingquan and called him over: "Xiaoquan, do you think Auntie treats you well?"

Qiu Mingquan nodded quickly: "Thank you, Aunt Wang, for taking care of me!"

This is not a polite remark, Wang Juan is not a mean person, whenever a customer bargains with Qiu Mingquan, she will help her by saying a few words: "Other shopping malls are also out of stock, and the whole country is out of stock!"

It is this simple truth, enough to retain some customers who wanted to try their luck in other shopping malls, and gritted their teeth to buy the gold pen in Qiu Mingquan's hand. How could Qiu Mingquan not be grateful for this obvious kindness?

"You heard it too. Next week at the earliest, the 14K gold pen series will be fully available again. Be careful!" Wang Juan said worriedly.

The eyes of the two children lit up, and Xiang Cheng took it without any shyness, and said sweetly, "Thank you, Auntie."

Going to this Lao Shizi English remedial class with Brother Rui these days, I am so bored, if it is not because he can follow Brother Rui, he is not interested in coming.

However, among the students in the class, there were indeed quite a few of them showing off with this newly popular gold pen, which made him feel a little greedy looking at it.

"Mom, isn't it already out of stock?" Feng Rui took off the golden pen cap and examined it calmly, with a little adult look on his little face.

The introverted nib shape of the gold pen is very comfortable to look at. Unlike foreign famous pens, most of which expose the entire nib, which is domineering and flamboyant. Showing a little bit, I have to say, is very in line with Chinese aesthetics.

Liu Shuyan pointed backwards casually: "That kid just knocked on my car window and sold it to me."

Xiang Cheng was taken aback: "What, is that a small vendor? Then is this genuine product?"

He suddenly scratched his head again, and said embarrassedly: "Auntie, I am not saying that the gold pen is not good, I really like it!"

He happily compared his gold pen with Feng Rui's: "It's a pair!"

Feng Rui said indifferently: "For the time being, there will be no fakes of this kind of thing. Instead of thinking about making imitations, it's better to use the funds to fight for being a hero's agent now."

"Brother Rui, you are amazing." Xiang Cheng looked at him with admiration.

"He will talk about wars on paper." Liu Shuyan smiled reproachfully, "Look at that kid, he knows how to seize business opportunities at a young age, buy low and sell high."

Feng Rui said disapprovingly: "I'm talking about business. If you allow me to use my New Year's money account, I'll find someone to discuss the agency if I'm confident."

After thinking for a while, he said seriously, "This one won't lose money, and the probability of making a profit is almost 100%."

Liu Shuyan glanced at her son with a smile. Her husband's business is so big. She is also a girl who graduated from a prestigious school. Under her influence, she has a good judgment on business opportunities, and she naturally agrees with her son's views from the bottom of her heart.

But she agreed, and she still had a smile on her lips: "That can't be done, of course your task now is to study."

Xiang Cheng couldn't bear it anymore, and quietly asked Feng Rui, "Brother Rui, that little beggar just wanted to take your jade pendant, why did you help him hide it?"

Feng Rui said indifferently: "He just touched it, poor boy, he hasn't seen anything good."

He was playing with the gold pen absently, and couldn't help but feel a twitch in his heart. He turned his head and looked behind.

Not long after their car started, sure enough, the weird boy was still standing there, and as their crown car drove further and further, the motionless figure gradually turned into a small black spot.

He is watching them.

Although it was already so far apart, such thoughts floated up in Feng Rui's heart uncontrollably.

... The last ray of the setting sun faded quietly, and the temperature was extremely low in the evening of the cold winter months. But Qiu Mingquan shrugged his shoulders, feeling icy cold.

His eyes were full of the boy's face.

The CEO Feng who fell down the high building together with him led him to bump into him when he was young without warning.

But what about the original soul, why did it disappear without warning?

Is that jade pendant and the one in this time and space merged into one? Or did it mean that Feng Rui's remnant soul had found himself and returned to his original body? ...

There was a lonely, sour pain in his heart, and his thin and long fingers clutched his chest blankly.

Suddenly, he trembled all over, as if struck by lightning!

"What's going on? What happened just now?" A familiar voice sounded, confused and innocent.

Qiu Mingquan suddenly lowered his head, looked at the pendant that reappeared on his chest quietly exuding the brilliance of beautiful jade, and took a few wild breaths!

"You, you..." He stammered, he didn't know whether it was because he was excited, or because he was choked by the cold air, "Where were you just now! How did you come out now?!"

"How do I know." The adult version of President Feng was obviously very confused and anxious.

When he saw the Crown car in his memory from a distance, he was conscious. At that time, his heartbeat missed half a beat.

It was a new Japanese crown that his family had just replaced in 1988. In my memory, every evening, my mother would ask the driver to come here at this time, waiting for him and his childhood Xiangcheng.

At that time, the two of them were attending a private foreign teacher's English class together. At this time, they would come out almost together and go home by car.

Until the car window was slowly rolled down, he looked at his young mother, his heart was shaking, but soon, there was a bang, and he lost any sense.

It's like sinking in some kind of time void, without light or sound, unable to make a sound, unable to feel the passage of time, and completely lost contact with Qiu Mingquan. ...

Fortunately, this situation didn't last for too long, and before he knew it, he returned to his original state, but he was completely unaware of anything that happened during this period!

Qiu Mingquan felt like he was listening to heavenly scriptures, he just felt that his brain was not enough, and Feng Rui's madness was not much better than him.

Jade disappeared out of thin air, and now reappeared completely without warning? ...What the hell is going on!

After questioning the details just now, Feng Rui finally guessed: "Let's speculate on the time, when I lost consciousness, it should be when I appeared near you when I was a child."

Qiu Mingquan thought for a while: "Yes, when I was talking to your mother, you were walking from a distance."

"So, the only possibility is that my soul, who has traveled back, cannot coexist with my childhood self." Feng Rui pondered.

After a pause, he denied again: "We already exist at the same time. Actually, we shouldn't be able to appear in close spaces."

Qiu Mingquan listened in a daze: "Huh?"

Feng Rui has slowly sorted out the context: "In this time and space, I probably only recognize the young me - after all, his existence conforms to the laws of time and space."

Qiu Mingquan thought about it, and had to admit that it made sense.

Feng Rui smiled wryly: "I've been thinking hard, since I've come back and didn't occupy my own body, then what is the relationship between the young me in this world and me?"

This is a paradox.

It should be this ancestral jade pendant that can accommodate the existence of this paradox. A magic weapon of space, a treasure box of time? Portable space? ...

But no matter what, he couldn't go back to his body!

Once it coincides with his own living space when he was a child, his remnant soul from the future will automatically disappear, like a lonely ghost who deserves to be suppressed.

All of a sudden, President Feng actually developed a feeling of jealousy towards his past self.

These days, what he secretly thinks about is that he can meet his past self again, maybe the two will merge into one, and live a new life just like this lucky Qiu Mingquan.

That's why he secretly lured Qiu Mingquan to come here, and didn't even dare to tell him in advance.

But now, all hopes have come to naught, and the facts gave him a plausible but maddening answer.

If the young self lived his life, and he could only survive in this imprisoned state of wandering soul, what's the point of such a life?

Qiu Mingquan couldn't hear Feng Rui's voice for a long time, and couldn't help feeling a little uneasy.

He nervously held the jade pendant on his chest, ah, it's still there.

Feng Rui said weakly: "Don't touch me, I can only be with you in my life."

His previous life must have been too smooth, so he lost all his blessings for the rest of his life. So from now on, I can only feel at ease as the personal nanny and assistant minister of this stupid little migrant worker.

When Qiu Mingquan returned to his bed in seventy or eighty years, he would have no choice but to go to the crematorium with him. ...

President Feng who had just finished being jealous of himself began to feel sorry for himself again.

It might as well be a thunderbolt and split this piece of jade, maybe he can be reincarnated earlier - he thought resentfully.

Just when he was thinking this way, Qiu Mingquan suddenly exclaimed in surprise: "Hey, it was fine just now, why...?"

The wind suddenly picked up, and the sky was still clear during the day, but suddenly dark clouds covered the sky, and it was pitch black.

A silvery-white lightning flashed like an angry dragon, flashing through the sky, winding down like antlers and dead branches, and slashing straight in front of them! A big tree ahead was struck by lightning, and a thick branch snapped and fell off.

Mr. President, who was still complaining just now, suddenly shut up.

Damn...he had countless mudslide-like curses pouring out of his heart.

Don't say anything. Saying too much is also tears!

In this world where the immortality of the soul, reincarnation, and distortion of time and space can all happen, he now has no doubt that if he complains a few words to the sky, the sky will unceremoniously strike him with a lightning strike.

——He doesn't, wants to, die!

Even if it's just a remnant soul, he still wants to live!

...

The hut was so quiet that a needle could be heard. Grandma Qiu looked at him blankly.

There was still a lump on his face, and his body was wet. On the back of his bare hands, there was also the redness and swelling that had just been beaten by Grandpa Qiu with a bench.

But his eyes are open and pure, there is no timidity and dodge of children in the dark eyes, but there is unprecedented responsibility.

Grandma Qiu suddenly felt that she didn't know this child.

In the blink of an eye, on that morning more than ten years ago, the dying child lying in the swaddling clothes with bruises all over his body turned into a little adult.

Looking down at the pile of things in the plastic bag, she flipped through them one by one, and suddenly burst into tears—these things were all for the two old people, and there was nothing for him!

Qiu Mingquan grinned, his eyes were bright, and his swollen face was full of joy: "Grandpa, grandma, I will take you into the city tomorrow, let's go to the boutique shopping mall. The salesperson at the stationery counter there can testify for me!"

The old man turned around slowly and hesitantly, and finally he was half-doubtful.

"You... You really didn't do anything bad? I'm really going to the city with you tomorrow. "

"Don't worry, grandpa!"

...

Finally at midnight, Qiu Mingquan waited for the two old men to fall asleep, endured exhaustion and pain, and quietly got up.

When he came back, it was snowing outside, who knows what will happen overnight, if the ground is covered by heavy snow tomorrow morning, how can he find jade? !

Quietly go out and go around behind the window, sure enough, the ground has been covered with a thick layer of snow. The neighborhood here is a suburb, and some weeds are overgrown behind the window, and the traces of the arson a few days ago are still there. The dark wall is lined with white snow, and a slight whiteness can still be seen in the middle of the night.

The jade pendant is too small! The color was bright white again, and the direction and distance thrown by Grandpa Qiu were unclear. Qiu Mingquan was so anxious that he could only keep guessing and groping around in the snow.

In the middle of the night, everything was silent, the howling north wind was mixed with the rustling of weeds, Qiu Mingquan's little hands kept groping in the icy snow, and after a while, bloodstains were drawn by the sharp teeth of the weeds.

But he couldn't feel the pain anymore.

The ice and snow froze his hands, and even his feet were starting to stiffen.

Time passed by little by little, and the sky in the distance seemed to gradually brighten, but Qiu Mingquan still found nothing, and his heart sank little by little.

...

For a long time, the surroundings were as quiet as a tomb.

Feng Rui's senses were extremely keen, he could almost hear the slight movement of snowflakes falling around him, and he could also hear the rustling of withered grass and leaves in winter.

Hearing these small voices, he even fell into a trance for a while.

Could that mentally handicapped little migrant worker... be really frightened by his grandparents and stop looking for him, or could he be unable to find the pendant he was hiding in by accident?

Ten years, eight years? Like Monkey King, waiting for five hundred years to wait for the next passing Tang Seng who is destined to belong to him?

I don't know how long he lay like this, but at the moment when he was drowsy, there was a warm temperature.

...Qiu Mingquan lightly held the bright red lanyard on the jade with one hand, almost dreamily, picked up the jade pendant from a piece of dry grass.

At that moment, the morning sun rises and the stars suddenly disappear. The air in winter is so fresh and cold, but the boy in front of Feng Rui has an immature face and his pupils are as black as ink.

"Yes, I'm sorry." Qiu Mingquan looked at him anxiously, but his eyes were full of ecstasy, "I've been looking for you for a long time... Are you in a hurry?"

His palm was small, and he gently stroked the jade pendant, causing Feng Rui, who had no body, to suddenly feel a tingling sensation.

Then, he gently put the pendant that stayed in the snow all night on his chest and hid it in his shirt.

It was bitingly cold, but the back, which was stained with the blood of the two people's previous lives, quickly warmed up.

In Feng Rui's ears, there was a faint but clear heartbeat: "Boom... Boom!"

He suddenly realized that it was Qiu Mingquan's heartbeat.

"I'm not going to lose you again. Not even in death."

At that time, Feng Rui and Qiu Mingquan didn't realize that this simple and unpretentious sentence, like a mantra and an oath, followed them for so long.

After splitting and rejoining, until the impermanent gear of fate rolled over again.

...The next day, the two old men of the Qiu family did not have the opportunity to go to the city to verify what Qiu Mingquan said.

Because Qiu Mingquan fell ill completely.

After running around all day, his face was swollen by Xiang Cheng's punch in the afternoon, and he was whipped by his grandfather when he came home at night.

...Agitated and looking for things in the ice and snow all night, Qiu Mingquan felt his head was heavy the next morning and he couldn't get up.

The two old men tossed and turned sleeplessly last night, thinking about Qiu Mingquan's words, they always felt that the huge amount of money was like a dream, and they finally fell asleep in the middle of the night. When I woke up the next morning, I found that Qiu Mingquan's face was flushed, and when he touched his forehead, he was terrified, the fever was severe!

Grandpa Qiu hurriedly left the house early to get medicine at a nearby clinic. Grandma Qiu stayed at home to take care of Qiu Mingquan, helping him change the cold towel on his forehead from time to time. Qiu Mingquan felt uncomfortable, woke up once or twice halfway, drank some white rice porridge, and fell asleep again.

In a daze, I heard someone talking outside.

"I don't know why, he didn't go to get his report card, and you didn't come to the parent meeting..."

With a jolt, he finally recognized the owner of the voice. ——Teacher Feng, the teacher in charge!

For more than a week after the exam, every second counts, and every day is a huge income. How can I have time to get a report card?

As for the parent meeting a few days later, he completely forgot about it. Now...the head teacher was recruited?

Holding his glasses, Teacher Feng carefully stood at the door with his trousers lifted. Last night's first snow made the ground muddy. She knew that this was a rural area, so she specially wore big rubber shoes, but along the way, her pants were still covered with bits and pieces of mud.

As soon as she stood in front of Qiu Mingquan's house, she saw the bare walls inside, and took a deep breath.

Although it was daytime, the whole room was dark due to the lack of sunlight. After getting used to the light in the room for a while, Teacher Feng could see clearly the figure of the boy lying curled up on the bed.

"Teacher Feng..." Qiu Mingquan struggled to get up, feeling extremely guilty.

Fever is severe, the mind lacks the ability to think, and the only thought is: Have the test scores been found to be abnormal?

Teacher Feng stepped forward quickly, looked at his weak and wounded face, and was startled: "Qiu Mingquan, what's wrong with you?"

"It's okay, I just have a little fever." Qiu Mingquan sat up halfway, but was pushed down on the bed by Teacher Feng.

"Then you lie down and rest quickly!" Teacher Feng looked at the bed where Qiu Mingquan was lying on, and felt a "thump" in his heart.

It was too shabby, cotton was exposed under the dilapidated quilt, and the color of the quilt was also dull and black, and the original color of the quilt could not be seen.

Grandma Qiu timidly brought over boiling water: "Teacher, please drink water... Is this child in school, and you teachers are bothering?"

Teacher Feng quickly waved his hands vigorously: "No, no! I'm here because I want to praise Mingquan's performance."

praise? Grandma Qiu was stunned.

"Yes, Qiu Mingquan has made great progress in the final exam this semester!" Teacher Feng was a little excited.

She personally gave Qiu Mingquan a score of 98 on the Chinese test paper. Unexpectedly, the feedback she got from other teachers was astonishing. In the final exam of this semester, Qiu Mingquan, who used to be unremarkable in the past, scored amazingly well in all subjects. high score!

100 points in mathematics, 99 points in English, 96 points in politics, and full marks in geography. ... In private communication, the political teacher also admitted that, like her, he artificially deducted a few points on the subjective essay questions.

The total score of all subjects in the whole year is the first, and the four subjects are the first in the grade!

——If this score can be maintained, it will not be difficult to get into the best key high school in the city.

Seeing Grandma Qiu's surprised and disbelieving expression, she quickly took out Qiu Mingquan's report card and handed it to the old man.

"Look, the two subjects are 100%! And grandma, your grandson, this time he got the first overall score in the whole grade!"

In Qiu Mingqing's heart, Feng Rui's voice suddenly sounded: "Just say you can do it, and tell that Zhao Decheng, he is watching!"

Qiu Mingquan was taken aback, and replied solemnly: "Why don't you do such an easy-to-make money business? Aunt Wang, to tell you the truth, I have made almost a thousand yuan these few days, and I am making money lying down."

Wang Juan exclaimed: "Oh, it's more than half a year's salary for me!"

Zhao Decheng's small eyes lit up for a moment. After thinking for a while, he quietly ran outside.

Going around to the second floor, he mysteriously pulled out the salesperson's wife who worked in the women's clothing department: "Hey, how much money does our family have now?"

His wife rolled her eyes: "What are you doing?"

"Hurry up, I have a way to make a fortune, take it all out! This time, our family can make a lot of money!"

Seeing Zhao Decheng's back disappear, Qiu Mingquan showed an embarrassed expression again: "Aunt Wang, I thought about it just now, and I should not buy it. This small business will really fall into the hands of the next wave." gone."