The familiar voice came into his ears, and Song Qingyuan was stunned.

It wasn't she who was robbed this time.

But this robber, it's hard to say, it's her own brother.

At the mouth of the alley, a gangster group headed by Erlang has six people.

There was a little boy about 10 years old.

The little boy was dressed in a blue satin robe and a pair of white satin boots embroidered with beautiful lace.

At first glance, it is the child of a rich family.

At this time, the little boy was aggrieved with a little face, and curled up to the side tremblingly.

Take off the purse around your waist and hand it to Jiro.

"The money is given to you, can I go?" The boy asked, crying.

"Let's go!" Erlang waved his hand impatiently, turned his purse upside down, and shouted, "Brothers, drink and go ......"

Jiro didn't look at the people they robbed, waved his hands, and beckoned to his partners.

As soon as he turned around, an angry little face was facing him.

"Yohe, which little girl is this?" His companion patted him.

"Xiao Wu, you are bullying others, look at the angry little eyes of the little girl, they are about to eat you." A few thugs beside Jiro smiled ambiguously.

There was a burst of lewd laughter.

"Don't talk nonsense!" Jiro gave an elbow to the person next to him.

"Why are you two here?" Jiro asked expressionlessly.

"We're here to sell flower baskets." Shiro replied honestly, his little eyes were shining, his brother was really majestic just now.

"Oh~" Jiro responded casually.

"Let's go drink, you two go or not, buy buns for you, brother will pay for it." Jiro said and flipped the purse in his hand again.

"Go!" Shiro said happily and loudly.

Song Qingyuan walked over expressionlessly, grabbed the purse in Erlang's hand, and stuffed it into the little boy's hand while Erlang was stunned, "Go home quickly." ”

The little boy was slightly stunned, his eyes widening.

Then he ran away, and some gangsters reacted to chase after him, but was stopped by Song Qingyuan.

"Hey, dead girl, what are you doing?" The gangster saw that the silver in his hand was flying, and angrily pushed Song Qingyuan.

Song Qingyuan didn't react for a while.

"Bang!" was pushed to the ground.

The numb tendons on the elbows and wrists knocked on the soil, and they were numb and numb, and it hurt a little.

"Sister!" Shiro exclaimed, hurriedly walked on his short legs, ran over, and helped Song Qingyuan.

"Second brother!" Shiro stared at Jiro anxiously.

Jiro walked over and stretched out his long legs.

Hit the ass of the little thug with a kick, "Who the fuck let you touch her." ”

After speaking, he rudely picked up Song Qingyuan, and said impatiently, "Hurry up and lead your little follower home, you don't care about Lao Tzu's affairs." ”

"Second brother, when your sister is robbed, you will be angry and angry, so why do you still rob others." Song Qingyuan grabbed Erlang's sleeve.

"You don't care!" Erlang flicked his sleeves, tilted his head, and looked at Song Qingyuan incorrectly.

Hearing Song Qingyuan's name, the gangsters next to him also understood the relationship between Erlang and Song Qingyuan.

It turned out to be my own sister.

Housework, a few buddies don't get involved.

Duck around the corner together to make room for their siblings.

"I stole it back before, and you didn't eat less of what I stole back, and you pretended to be a good person now." Erlang looked at Song Qingyuan sarcastically.

Song Qingyuan choked, it wasn't her, it was the original owner.

Song Qingyuan slowed down his tone, "Second brother, I have been robbed, and I know how uncomfortable it is to be robbed. ”

"Don't do this in the future, okay?" Song Qingyuan coaxed gently.

Fifteen years old, for her, is only a junior high school student.

"Don't steal or rob, you give me money to spend!" Jiro choked.

The eyes looked at it, Song Qingyuan hung on his waist, and the money bag was bulging.

Borrow some flowers, these four words, after all, they were not spoken.

Song Qingyuan fell silent, Erlang sneered, raised his feet and left.

He didn't expect Song Qingyuan to really give him some money to spend.

hooked the corners of his mouth and smiled self-deprecatingly.

Suddenly, his hand was grabbed by a smaller hand, and a low voice sounded, "I'll give it to you!" ”

"Second brother, I'll give you money!" Song Qingyuan's dark eyes looked at him brightly at this time.

Erlang was slightly stunned, Song Qingyuan chuckled, his eyes turned smartly, "But you have to work for me." ”

Looking at Song Qingyuan at this time, Erlang always felt that he saw a little fox.

Erlang was silent, and Song Qingyuan continued, "Second brother, you also know that I am selling flower baskets. ”

"Ten cents a piece!"

"In the future, you help me sell flower baskets, and I will give you dividends." Song Qingyuan said solemnly with a stiff little face.

"How much can you divide me!" Jiro smiled contemptuously.

"You gave me the benefits, and you won't give your third brother a bundle."

Looking at Jiro's expression and the tone of his voice.

Song Qingyuan secretly said; She was right.

Jiro has a grudge against Saburo.

In other words, the second room pinned all his hopes on Saburo.

Open your mouth and close your mouth, as the eldest son, Erlang, is uncomfortable in his heart.

It's just that he rarely shows this unhappiness, but chooses to indulge himself.

There are many examples of this in modern society.

"I'll give you half of it." Song Qingyuan thought about it for a moment and said.

"Half?" Erlang looked at Song Qingyuan's serious expression and wondered, could she be serious?

"Hmm!" Song Qingyuan nodded, "In the future, I will be responsible for arranging flowers, and you will be responsible for selling them." ”

"If it's sold, we'll split the money."

"Of course, I won't lose my own interests." Song Qingyuan smiled mysteriously.

Erlang doesn't know what Song Qingyuan is doing, so he will return half of it to him without losing his interests?

I saw Song Qingyuan put his hand in the crossbody bag and counted out forty coins one by one.

"This money is for you! I've delayed you...... Belch...... Errands? ”

"Now I can't afford to ask for a good one, so let's just have a meat bun per person."

"For the rest of the money, you go to a nearby village, find someone with good craftsmanship, and make a small basket."

"Two for a penny."

"What does the little basket look like, have you seen it in the yard?" Song Qingyuan asked suddenly.

"I've seen it!" Erlang nodded, he understood what Song Qingyuan meant.

It's about making the business bigger.

Song Qingyuan continued, "In the future, I will go to the foot of the mountain, or the entrance of the village every day."

"Put flowers on the basket made by the third uncle in the family."

"You'll see me when the time comes."

"You give me the basket, I'll arrange the flowers, and then you take it and sell it."

"Including the baskets at home, you will sell them, and I am only responsible for flower arrangement." Song Qingyuan looked at Erlang after speaking.

Erlang quickly calculated in his heart that each basket, excluding the cost, he could earn at least four cents.

The more baskets he found someone to weave, the more he earned.

And in the same way, the more Song Qingyuan earns.

"Done!" Erlang nodded, "I'll go to the nearby village to find someone in a while, and we'll start tomorrow morning." ”

"Well, don't just keep an eye on our town."

"After all, the number of people is limited, if there are many people, you can sell them in the county, and we will only be in the past." Song Qingyuan suggested.

"I know this, you just have to arrange flowers in it, and I will definitely sell it all to you." Erlang raised his head confidently, a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Song Qingyuan also laughed, such a second brother is good-looking.

Confident, flamboyant!