Chapter VII

Jin Huanhuan actually heard Xiao Qingtian's mother ask Xiao Qingtian for money when she said that Xiao Qingtian would pick up plastic bottles or sell them for money, but to be honest, she still failed to equate the two in her heart.

Therefore, when Xiaoqing went out with heavy snow early in the morning on Saturday, Jin Huanhuan was still stunned for a moment.

"......" Because Xiao Qingtian didn't speak, Jin Huanhuan didn't ask anything, until Xiao Qingtian put her in the pocket of her clothes and then began to rummage through the trash can next to her, Jin Huanhuan reacted......

It's so disillusioned!!

In her lifetime, she could actually see such a scene! This is a goddess! How many girls and men were offered to the goddess on the altar back then! It's almost three sticks of incense a day!

Seeing this scene, Jin Huanhuan's first reaction was shocked, and the second reaction was moved, if she sold herself, the girl should not have to worry about money for a long time, right?

But the girl didn't, didn't even mention it.

"Look, that one named Hanako is here again...... Jin Huanhuan's hearing is already good, not to mention, the few female voices who spoke did not hide their voices, it seemed that what they said to their companions was actually for Xiaoqing to listen to.

"You say, she's pretty cleanly dressed......"

"You don't know, her mother did that, you see how she looks, maybe it'......"

“……”

“……”

The girl looked indifferent as if she hadn't heard, and continued to rummage through what she wanted, as if she hadn't heard what the girls had said.

Jin Huanhuan listened to it, and his anger rose, what kind of person is this! Obviously looks like a girl of about the same age, but her mouth is like quenching poison!

Maybe seeing that the girl's attitude was too indifferent, several people on the other side also felt bored, so they left.

After a while, Jin Huanhuan heard the girl's indifferent voice, "My mother didn't do anything illegal and undisciplined, and taking drugs was not her ...... voluntarily."

Similar to an explanation, Jin Huanhuan immediately understood, and comforted softly, "Don't pay attention to that group of girls, they are probably like this in their lives, and you are different, you will stand in a very high place in the future, and no one can say such things to you again." ”

"......" The girl did not answer, and continued to move with her hands.

Jin Huanhuan only saw the girl's little hands that were as cold as buns at this time, and she was distressed all of a sudden, "!!! "Nima! These hands, if I am not mistaken, are known as the most expensive hands in the entertainment industry, with a premium of 10 million!

If later people saw that this 10 million was so ruined, they would definitely want to die!

"Let's go back first, and then figure out a way, don't freeze your hands."

"Only two days off." Xiao Qing tilted his head, and then continued the movement in his hand.

Jin Huanhuan regretted two problems at this time, one is that he has never bought a lottery ticket, and he has never paid attention to the lottery, and the other is that he did not study finance at the beginning, otherwise, now he knows a little bit about the stock market!

She chose an unpopular major!

Wait a minute!! Jin Huanhuan suddenly remembered a question!

Jin Huanhuan's profession is the editor of an entertainment magazine, the manuscripts she wrote are of no value to the present, and the short articles she has submitted are also unusable, she is still not sure, whether there is Jin Huanhuan in this space now, if there is, then, she will use the articles she submitted in the future, so if she submits again in the future, it will be regarded as plagiarism! It's also a very strict question!!

Wait a minute! Jin Huanhuan suddenly remembered that she still had a lot of short stories about girls who were equivalent to black history in the box!

It was when she was still in high school, and she saw some of the popular girl magazines in her class at the time, and she wrote them out, but she never sent them out, and then because she had a lot of experience, she regarded them as black history, and she didn't even think about sending them.

"I've got a way to make money!!" Editors' hobbies are different in each era, and if she uses the articles she used to submit articles in her twenties now, no one will use them, but now is the time when those girl's magazines are popular!

Xiao Qing was stunned for a moment, and then slowly spoke, her tone firm, "I won't sell you......"

I don't know why, but I feel so touched when I hear it! ――