Before it was dark, Minn sold all the crayfish clean.

The business of crayfish is so hot that after selling out 200 copies, it is late to approach hundreds of customers.

Looking at the disappointed customers who were gathered in front of the stall, Ming En really didn't want to lose such a good source of customers, so he could only say to everyone: "Otherwise, I will distribute a voucher to you, you will come early tomorrow night, as long as you come with the voucher to sell the fee, you can use the dime discount." ”

"Vouchers?" Everyone had never heard of this thing, and they were all confused.

However, when they heard that they could use a dime, they still understood that now a dime can buy two steamed buns, such a comparison is simply too cost-effective, and the disappointment was immediately replaced by joy.

A man immediately said, "Then I want a voucher!" ”

"I want it too."

"Me too."

Seeing this, Ming En hurriedly took out the red paper and cut out hundreds of small paper cards, and then borrowed a pen from the customer and began to dance on it.

Everyone took the little red paper and sighed when they saw the font on it.

They all exclaimed, what a beautiful pen word!

The momentum is magnificent, like a dragon, the pen is strong, and it is very much the style of a great calligrapher.

The middle-aged man who lent the pen to Ming'en, whose profession happened to be a people's teacher, when this teacher saw Ming'en's font, he sighed to himself, and couldn't help but ask curiously: "Little boss, which school do you study?" ”

He thinks that anyone who can write such a good hand comparable to a calligrapher is definitely a good student with excellent character.

Mingen couldn't help but look up, and saw that it was the customer who lent her pen to her who asked her, and immediately smiled and said, "I don't go to school anymore." ”

"Huh?" The teacher immediately looked sympathetic: "Are you a businessman?" ”

Mingen was silent: "Yes, there is no way, life is forced." ”

Hearing this, the teacher couldn't help but suffer from occupational illness, and sighed: "It's a pity, look at the beautiful font you wrote, you should be a good seedling, it's a waste not to go to school." ”

Minen always smiled and said, "It's okay, it's enough to have basic knowledge and not be illiterate." ”

The teacher couldn't help frowning and preaching: "It's not right for you to think so, if the conditions allow you to make enough money, you should go back to school as soon as possible, it is the right thing to be admitted to university in the future, you are not only self-employed now, but also not a long-term solution." ”

When Min-eun heard this, he didn't get angry.

After all, in this era, the iron rice bowl is the goal pursued by all students, even if you enter the factory as an assembly line worker, you have to rely on relationships. On the contrary, self-employed people have always been disliked and looked down upon by the world, thinking that they are speculative.

"Wait until I've made enough money." Minn smiled again and continued to lower his head to write the voucher.

In fact, academic qualifications are not very important to Mingen.

In later generations, she learned everything she should have learned.

Her room is filled with all kinds of diplomas and honorary trophies.

Even his own private clinic is full of pennants and flowers sent by recovered patients.

Now the medical certificate and the academic certificate, for her, are just two exams and two books.

However, the teacher reminded her that in order to be able to write in front of Ming Xiangqin in the future, she felt that it was necessary for her to go to the bookstore to rent some books and go back, otherwise it would be difficult to guarantee that she would be caught by her cheap mother in the future, and there would definitely be 100,000 why waiting for her.

Giving all the vouchers to the customers, Ming En immediately went to Xinhua Bookstore to rent books after collecting the stall.

Mingen picked dozens of books, a big stack, and then he had to go to the front desk to register.

But at this moment, suddenly a person just bumped into him.

It was too late for Mingen to rescue the book, and the book he was holding suddenly tilted, and all of it fell to the ground with a bang......

"Is that you?"