Reborn 1990: I made my cannon fodder father into the richest man

Duan Jiajia didn't know that her father was almost robbed in the north.

Duan Jiajia felt a headache when he saw Generals Fubao and Hengha appearing in front of him like unbeatable Xiaoqiang.

"Jiajia, I really didn't mean that. Others misunderstood me. I've made the truth clear, can you stop blaming me?" Fu Bao cried so hard that his eyes were scarier than Duan Jiajia's.

Duan Jiajia's walnut eyes have recovered after "spending a lot of money" to buy a bottle of iced Coke for ice application.

But Fubao's walnut eyes are truly walnut eyes, so swollen that the original eye shape cannot be seen.

However, how about she be the heroine.

Even with his swollen eyes, Fu Bao is much prettier than Duan Jiajia.

General Heng Ha also responded beside him.

"Duan Jiajia, we know we were wrong. But you can't force Fu Bao like this! She didn't mean it."

"That's right. Besides, a slap can't make a difference. If you don't have any problems, such words won't be spread."

Fu Bao felt something was wrong when she heard this. She brought her friends to block Duan Jiajia, hoping that these two people would portray her as pitiable as possible, and not let them incite hatred.

Just as he was about to stop General Heng Ha from continuing to draw hatred, Duan Jiajia across from him suddenly grabbed the long-haired man's hand, raised his hand and slapped the short man on the face.

There was a loud slap in the face, catching everyone present by surprise.

"Can't one slap make a sound? Can't it make a sound now? Do you want me to give you a few more slaps?" This is what Duan Jiajia hates hearing the most.

what's going on?

You are spreading gossip about her outside. If these gossips spread, do you still blame her?

It's really a turtle eating coal - a black-hearted little bastard!

"Pfft!" Laughter came from the women's restroom in the back, accompanied by the sound of a little smell.

Duan Jiajia held her breath and looked at Fubao again. It was really difficult to control her eyes from showing suspicion of a fool: "Is there something wrong with you? Who is the good person who apologized at the door of the toilet? Okay, okay, let's make things clear. It’s over, have you finished talking? I’m leaving now. I really didn’t chat with anyone at the toilet door or worry about whether to clap my hands loudly or not!”

The two generals Fubao and Hengha on the other end had been slapped in the face by Duan Jiajia and were stunned.

The laughter made the faces of the three girls burn even more.

They just...

No matter what he just wants to do, Duan Jiajia is "generous" and doesn't care.

But a question began to circulate in the school about how the slap sounded.

There are even physics teachers in the first and second grade of high school who have developed various questions in the mechanics chapter to address this issue.

So much so that Fu Bao and Heng Ha will not dare to act like monsters in school for a long time in the future.

Of course, these are all things to follow.

After Duan Jiajia washed her hands in the sink outside, she trotted back to the classroom shaking her wet hands.

There are a lot of things to do when school starts.

As a Chinese class representative, she was quickly assigned the task of leading Chinese morning reading.

Moreover, Duan Jiajia has already started writing the second chapter of his novel.

The title of the novel was also decided on as "Ghost Valley: Xiaoyao Inn" after discussion with Editor Chen.

The name of the second part is "Guigu: World Escort", and the heroine also officially has a complete name in this part, Ling Miao.The story continues from the previous one. After Ling Miao dealt with the criminals at Xiaoyao Inn, she was supposed to go back to her master's door to report, but she was plotted on the way and had to sneak into the escort team she met by chance.From this, the main line of the story is gradually unfolded.

This article, Duan Jiajia, has a relatively long word count and is positioned as a novella. It is planned to be published serially.

Of course Editor Chen had no objections and began to think about how to position Duan Jiajia's second manuscript.Of course, whether all this can go smoothly depends on the response to "Happy Inn".

At the same time, the September issue of "Martial Arts Dream" has successfully arrived on the shelves of major bookstores.

There is a row of bookstores, snack bars and various small restaurants at the entrance of No. [-] Middle School.

The further you go toward No. [-] Middle School, the more snack bars there are. You can also see an arcade and an ice rink in the corners.

Locals say that because the children in No. [-] Middle School can read, almost all bookstores are opened across from No. [-] Middle School, but the children in No. [-] Middle School can play and do tricks, so they eat, drink and have fun across from No. [-] Middle School.

Regarding this, one of the leaders of the two schools was overjoyed, while the other was so angry that his face turned green.

The principal of No. [-] Middle School can't control what other shops outside open, but he can control the door of his own school.

Good guy, once the door was closed, the business on the other side really dropped a bit.

But only a little bit.

The relationship between the school and its students has always been to have policies from above and countermeasures from below.

Duan Jiajia gasped when she learned that students from No. [-] Middle School and the shops across from No. [-] Middle School had launched takeout services.

Where there is demand, there is creation!

The people are wise!

But these have nothing to do with Duan Jiajia. Students in No. [-] Middle School can freely enter and leave the school at noon and evening, and the takeaway service is rarely used.

Duan Jiajia was dragged out by Pang Meimei to eat stir-fry. After sitting in front of the folding table and wiping the greasy tabletop, Pang Meimei, who ran out, also came back.

"You've been waiting for me!" Pang Meimei took a copy of "Martial Arts Dream" and carefully put it into the crossbody bag she carried with her.

Today's magazines don't have any plastic covers or small gifts, they are just bare copies.

The material also looks very rough. Compared with the exquisite magazines of more than ten years later, it can be described as crude.

The cover of "Martial Arts Dream" depicts various images of young heroes, accompanied by the names of articles in various cursive fonts.

For example, the latest chapter of a certain novel has been published.

There is also a brand new masterpiece by a certain author.

Based on Duan Jiajia's aesthetics, it looks gaudy and a bit earthy.

but--

"Wow! The cover of this issue of "Martial Arts Dream" is so handsome! The painting must be Guo Jing, look at the dragon behind him! It must be the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon!" Pang Meimei was so excited that she pinched the disposable Bamboo Chopsticks said: "I will buy another one later. Read one and wrap the other with straw paper so that you can see the paintings inside and protect them!"

Yep.

If Pang Meimei lived more than ten years later, she would not necessarily be a star-chasing girl, but she would definitely be a collecting enthusiast.

"Do you read martial arts novels?" Duan Jiajia kept using her chopsticks, and the smell of fried celery penetrated her nose.

To be able to open a store in such a popular place in No. [-] Middle School, the boss really has a lot of skills.

The stir-fry was so full of steam that Duan Jiajia began to wonder if her meal ticket for next month would not need to be renewed?

After Pang Meimei made sure the magazine was put away, she said: "Look. Actually, I bought it for my dad. My dad read it, so I read it with him. Don't tell me, there are several stories in "Martial Arts Dream" that I like. Woolen cloth!"