On a sunny July morning, the morning light shines through the spotless glass windows onto the dining table, making the delicate breakfast on the table even more beautiful, almost like a work of art.

Old Man Wan held the phone in his hand and smiled slightly: "Well, well, okay." Since you have decided to do so, I support you. Okay, okay, welcome to come and play often in the future. ”

Hanging up the phone, Old Man Wan sighed.

"Grandpa, what's wrong, whose phone number?" Wan Yunjin asked curiously.

Wan Lao said: "It's Xiaopeng, who called and said that he wanted to go home and didn't accept the job I offered." ”

"Hundreds of thousands a year, he doesn't do it?" Wan Yunjin was surprised.

Although after yesterday's game, she also saw the extra shining points on Cheng Peng, but in good conscience, it is very rare for a person like him to be able to get such an opportunity at the age of eighteen or nineteen. Isn't this kid too inflated?

It must be like this, I want to hold my grandfather and take the opportunity to increase my salary. He's beautiful!

Old Man Wan said: "Everyone has their own ambitions, although I am optimistic about him, I can't force others to do things I don't like, right?"

"I don't know what he thinks, idiot. Wan Yunjin cut off a section of sausage with a knife, and poked it twice with a fork, imagining it as Cheng Peng, but she felt too cruel.

Old Man Wan looked at his granddaughter: "Hey, don't be so rude, let's eat quickly, we have a meeting this morning." ”

"Am I with you?" Wan Yunjin asked.

Old Man Wan nodded, the phone in his hand began to ring again, he paused, and picked up the phone again.

This is the daily life of a seventy-year-old, who always starts his day in a busy way.

Although there is a difference between the rich and the poor in this world, time is the most fair judge. Old man Wan, a multimillionaire whose day starts early in the morning, why not others?

Shantytown, in a small courtyard under the world.

Xiao Gao, Xiao Mei, and Qiao Yujun stood at the door, looking at Cheng Peng with his bags on his back, and they were all a little reluctant in their hearts.

"I'm leaving, everyone have to take care!" Cheng Peng carried the dog cage in his left hand, raised his right hand high, waved it vigorously, and said with a sensational face.

Xiao Gao's black line on the door of his head: "You almost hit me~ It's not a thousand mountains and rivers, you don't have to swing so high to see it." ”

Cheng Peng smiled evilly, put his arms around his shoulders, the dog cage brushed and hit him, Zhuang Zhuang took the opportunity to stick out his tongue and lick his arm.

Xiao Gao was already a little afraid of dogs, but when the two of them made such a fuss, he got goosebumps and hurriedly fought back. The two big boys were laughing and playing in the yard, Qiao Yujun and Xiaomei watched them have a good time, so they laughed along, and the sadness was diluted a lot.

After the fuss, Qiao Yujun said: "Xiao Cheng, seriously, I hope you can have a better development, and I look forward to the day when you become famous!"

Cheng Peng looked at her with great emotion, remembering what she told him yesterday.

Just yesterday afternoon, Qiao Yujun made a request to him, hoping that he could continue to supply Jun Lintianxia with sauces, and she would buy them at a high price. The two of them summed it up, and every month for the sauce alone, he could earn about 10,000 yuan from Junlin Tianxia.

10,000 yuan, a relatively stable monthly income, a few months ago, Cheng Peng didn't dare to imagine it. He didn't hesitate, he agreed.

Now that they are about to leave, the two make eye contact once more, affirming each other. Saying goodbye to everyone, Cheng Peng carried the cage and the bag on his back, and left Junlin World with firm and reluctant steps.

He did not immediately embark on the journey home, but stayed in the county for two days, and first found a small hotel for 25 yuan a day to stay. Although it is a little messy, it is better to stay with pets.

In the evening, Cheng Peng calculated an account before going to bed. From the end of April to the beginning of July, he had 35,000 on his card and 1,080 on his body. That's all his net worth, thirty-six thousand eight.

Of the 36,000 eight, part of it is the nutrition fee that Old Man Wan promised to give every month, and part of it is the salary and sauce money given by the proprietress Qiao Yujun. The other part is the money earned by helping my uncle sell chickens. Counting the twenty-five thousand that he returned to Wan Yunjin, he actually earned a total of sixty or seventy thousand.

Cheng Peng was startled: "Mom! I have earned 60,000 or 70,000 yuan in two or three months, so isn't that a monthly income of more than 10,000 yuan?!!?"

In the past, this was a number that he couldn't even think of! Father Cheng used to work hard outside, and after a whole year of hard work, he only had a balance of 10,000 yuan or 20,000 yuan, and in addition to supporting his family, he also had to use money to pay off his debts. Thinking about the past days, and comparing with the present, how can Cheng Peng not be excited?

"The life of our old Cheng family is about to undergo earth-shaking changes! I want to use this money, money to make money, chickens to lay eggs, eggs to hatch chicks and then lay eggs for me!" He hugged the bank card and kissed and kissed.

The balance on his bank card made him happy, and it seemed that the mirror was returning to normal. In addition to his hands getting more and more itchy, he was able to take the spirit beads at will, go inside for some sightseeing, and so on.

It was just a huge question that was always buried in his heart, why did the mirror fail during the game that day? It was a strange question! This question kept him awake for several nights in a row.

On the same night, Qiao Yujun couldn't sleep. She held the envelope and looked at the nine paper cranes inside.

"I really didn't expect this guy to be so ingenious. Qiao Yujun said secretly, the paper crane is very delicately folded, vivid, and it looks like it is heartfelt.

This is the envelope that Qiao Yujun found on the electric car, and when she took it in curiously, she found that it was a paper crane inside. As a girl, of course, she understands the meaning of giving paper cranes, which is tantamount to a confession.

Since it was only her and Cheng Peng that day, she deduced that the envelope should have been put by Cheng Peng in the car. Could it be that this kid is confessing to himself?

Qiao Yujun looked at these paper cranes over and over again, and sketched the scene of Cheng Peng's clumsy origami in her mind, and couldn't help but sneer.

"How is it possible, I've always treated him as a younger brother. She muttered to herself.

……

During the two days of staying in the county, Cheng Peng did not stay stupid, but went out to walk the streets. Didn't he say that he wanted to supply sauce to Qiao Yujun, he had an idea and decided to open a sauce workshop.

"When the time comes, I will not only do the business of the boss's wife's family, but also sell it to others, and the business will get bigger and bigger, hahahaha! God, you will kill me in the next soft sister coin rain!" Thinking about it, Cheng Peng couldn't help but look up to the sky and laugh wildly, "I am Cheng Aotian!"

At this moment, only 10 million grass, mud, and horses galloped past to describe Cheng Dazhuang's collapsed heart: "Am I crazy?"

Early in the morning, after having breakfast and feeding the dogs, Cheng Peng embarked on a journey to find a house. He knew in his heart that if he wanted to open a workshop, he first had to have a shop, so he went to find a shop. His requirements are not high, and the kind of courtyard houses like Jun Lintianxia and Liu Xuanwuguan can be completed.

But I don't know if I don't run, and I'm scared when I run. Cheng Peng looked for a house in the morning and met with two landlords, only to know that the suitable house cost 20,000 or 30,000 yuan a year. What about the cheap ones? They are dilapidated and remote, and they are not suitable for making shops.

At half past twelve o'clock in the afternoon, he found a small noodle restaurant to eat, and after running all morning, he was hungry and could swallow a whole wild boar.

"I'll give you face, you don't have a face~" His mobile phone screamed lifelessly, Cheng Peng was curious, picked up the phone and looked at it, his brows couldn't help frowning.

"Hmph, the plague god has come to the door!" Cheng Peng muttered, and reluctantly picked up the phone, "Hey~"