Song Ming hung up the call with Hang Wanqing for less than ten minutes, but the voice of the system came.

Bite!

"9527, congratulations, your last venture fund has been fully repaid. ”

Oh! Song Ming responded symbolically, not wanting to deal with the old love to pretend to be dead or die system.

Bite!

"9527, you blow soft rice. ”

The system is laughing at Song Ming's borrowing money from Hang Wanqing.

Your uncle, Song Ming suddenly became angry, and opened his mouth to scold: You are the one who eats soft rice, and your whole family eats soft rice.

Bite!

The system rang once, and it only rang for a while and then there was no sound. Song Ming knew that the other party was using the Murong family's martial arts to treat his body in the way of others, and the urine sex of the system had not changed.

Lao Tzu is in a good mood now, and he doesn't have the same system as you. Song Ming grinned, took out his mobile phone, and called Hang Wanqing again.

"Sister, the money has already arrived in the card, thank you. ”

"You're welcome, just remember. ”

"Do you want interest?"

"The interest will be waived, just say when you will come to the provincial capital to get the goods. ”

"In two days, I'll go get two long tables that can be folded now, and set up a stall at Kowloon Square and CY Market starting tomorrow. ”

"Yes, they have all opened branches, no wonder I want to find my sister to get money, this is to increase investment. ”

"That's that, sister, you will be the big boss lady in the future. ”

"Hate, what nonsense. ”

The two flirted again for a while before ending the call.

On the same day, Song Ming first went to the CY market to step on it, and then went to the building materials market to buy two canvas tables that were three meters long and one meter wide and could be folded.

In the evening, Song Ming carried a large bag of fruit and two red envelopes for his nephew and niece to his cousin's house for a meal, and his cousin called Ma Xiaolong and his wife over.

After the meal, Song Ming called a taxi home and brought a Barbie doll to his sister Xiaomeihua. That night, Xiao Meihua stayed on Song Ming's bed and didn't leave, this little girl is really a clever ghost who only recognizes gifts and doesn't recognize people.

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Nine o'clock the next day, Kowloon Plaza.

Song Ming saw Cheng Weiwei and the five of them waiting for him at the location of his stall from a distance. Except for Cheng Weiwei, the other four people all brought packages.

"Senior, you're late. Cheng Weiwei said coquettishly.

No matter how thick-skinned Song Ming was, he could only say embarrassedly: "It's not that I'm late, it's that you guys are early." ”

Among the four people invited, Wang Peony is an old acquaintance, the only boy is a senior brother named Hu Ge in the first year of high school, and there is a girl from the first year of high school named Ai Xueer, as her name suggests, her skin is as white as snow. And the girl who stood with Wang Peony was Murong Lanlan in the sophomore class of high school, with a cute little tiger tooth.

As for Cheng Weiwei, Song Ming did not invite her.

Knowing that the five of them had already eaten breakfast, Song Ming took them to the dormitory they had just rented. The red brick house with three bedrooms, one living room and one bathroom is fully furnished.

"This is our dormitory, two people in one room, Hu Ge and I live in the second bedroom, and the two master bedrooms are left for you. The beds are bunk beds, I have made them all up, and the quilts are all new. Cheng Weiwei, you and Wang Peony are in the same room. Song Ming said.

"Okay. Cheng Weiwei exclaimed happily.

"Give everyone half an hour to tidy up, and we'll leave in half an hour. Song Ming said.

"Okay, senior. ”

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In terms of personnel allocation, the booths in Kowloon Square were in charge of Wang Peony and Ai Xueer, Cheng Weiwei worked part-time, and Song Ming took Hu Ge and Murong Lanlan to CY Market to develop new markets.

Three meals a day are also borne by Song Ming, 15 yuan per person per day, and the principle of less is not made up and more is not refunded.

Because there is no square dance at night, the CY market will end an hour earlier than the Kowloon Square. However, it takes half an hour to walk from CY Market to Kowloon Square, so when Song Ming and the others return to Kowloon Square, they are ready to close their stalls.

Song Ming also went to the supermarket yesterday to buy two satchels for collecting money, one for Wang Peony and one for Murong Lanlan. Every night, after closing the stall, they handed the satchel to Song Ming, who personally counted the day's turnover.

On the first night, Cheng Weiwei didn't go home. Her family lives on the outskirts of the county, and it doesn't take ten minutes to call a motorcycle, and it costs five yuan.

Song Ming sat on the sofa and counted the day's turnover, and before he had time to return to the bedroom, Cheng Weiwei and Wang Peony came out of the shower. Because the weather is getting hotter in summer, the two girls are dressed very coolly. Cheng Weiwei was wearing Wang Peony's clothes, because she was taller than Wang Peony, and her navel was exposed.

Song Ming couldn't help frowning, but said with a half-joking smile: "Two young and energetic beautiful girls, there are still boys in the house, can you pay attention to the influence?"

Wang Peony blushed and hurriedly ran back to the bedroom. And Cheng Weiwei stood there prettyly and didn't move.

"I'm not afraid. Cheng Weiwei puffed up her chest and said.

Song Ming glanced at it, and the seventeen-year-old girl was half-ripe. But there are not only him and Cheng Weiwei in this room, but there are other girls and boys, and he has to consider everyone's feelings. So he said with a straight face: "Cheng Weiwei, don't mess around, go back to the bedroom or put on a coat and come out again." ”

"Megumi Yanagishita. Cheng Weiwei was coquettish.

"Are you praising me or scolding me?" Song Ming couldn't laugh or cry.

"Of course it's a compliment. Cheng Weiwei said coquettishly.

"Thank you. ”

Song Ming got up to go back to the bedroom after speaking, but Cheng Weiwei didn't let her, saying that she would wait for her to go back to the bedroom with shawl clothes. Song Ming happened to have something to do, and he told everyone that he followed her.

Half an hour later, everyone gathered in the living room, and everyone except Song Ming had already washed.

Song Mingxian announced the day's turnover, and the total of the two stalls was more than 900 and less than four figures, and the Kowloon Plaza accounted for more than 60 percent. Then, Song Ming adjusted the working hours, starting at 10 a.m. and ending at 9:30 p.m. at Kowloon Square, and ending at 8:30 p.m. at CY Market.

Seeing that everyone had no opinions, Song Ming took out five twenty pieces to settle the day's salary for everyone first.

"Senior, you help me keep it first, I'm afraid I'll lose it. Wang Peony was the first to say.

Others don't take it either.

Song Ming glared at Cheng Weiwei, who opened his mouth to speak, he was afraid that Cheng Weiwei would say I don't want to. Although Cheng Weiwei said that she came over voluntarily to help, he didn't invite her, but Cheng Weiwei said no in front of everyone, which would inevitably make others have ideas in their hearts, at least it would make the atmosphere awkward.

After talking about things at work, Song Ming set the rules and regulations of the dormitory.

In the end, Song Ming still couldn't help but talk about the problem of dressing, "It's hot now, there are girls and boys in the room, everyone should pay attention to the impact when they come out of the shower, and they can't wear it if it's too exposed." ”

"Senior, isn't this taking advantage of you boys?" Murong Lanlan covered her mouth and quipped.

"That's right. The other girls followed suit, and Cheng Weiwei even raised her head to demonstrate to Song Ming.

Hugo was frightened and lowered his head and did not dare to speak.

"You can't say that. Song Ming coughed, and said with a serious face: "I will be responsible for your parents if I invite you over, so this matter is decided, whoever dares to break the foul will clean the room for a day, one day is too light, a week." Okay, it's not too early, let's go back to the bedroom to rest. ”

"The senior is so fierce. ”

"That's it, stricter than my parents. ”

"I hate hygiene the most. ”

Cheng Weiwei, who was the last to get up, rolled her eyes at him, which made Song Ming cry and laugh, am I still wrong?