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

Duan Jiajia heard it funny and opened the car window to let in the wind.

She didn't know her dad had such a side.

Liu Guoqing, who was driving, continued: "That's right! My eldest niece is amazing!"

Liu Guoqing held the steering wheel and said to Zhao Wu: "I remember you still have Coke over there. You can find it for your eldest niece."

Zhao Wu quickly lowered his head to look for them, found a few bottles of Coke from the back row, and handed them to Duan Jiajia from back to front.

"Thank you, Uncle Zhao." Duan Jiajia did not refuse, but held it in his hand without drinking.

The journey that used to take more than 20 minutes is now only 10 minutes.

There are no cars on the road now, and no one is outside at this point, so the drive is smooth.

After the father and daughter got off the bus, Duan Shunan did not forget to remind Liu Guoqing to pick him up early tomorrow morning. He waved to them and told them to be careful on the road, and then the father and daughter walked home.

After arriving home, Duan Jiajia finally asked: "Where did this car come from? Dad, is this the second-hand car you are talking about?"

Duan Shunan carried his daughter's schoolbag and said with a smile: "It's almost the same. I paid to rent the car in the afternoon. I have to go through a lot of procedures and walk to several places. It's more convenient to have a car."

He had made friends with many people through the transportation team, and he had no difficulty paying to rent a car.

"That's right. I'll go to your school every night from now on. I can take you with me and bring a few more students to make some money." Duan Shunan thought of the students queuing up at the bus stop and felt that this was also a viable business.

"Okay." Duan Jiajia nodded repeatedly.

The buses are fine during the day, but they are most crowded at night.

Because it is the last bus after self-study every night. If you don’t get on the bus in time, you have to walk all the way back on two legs.

I don’t know what will happen along the way.

Anyway, during the month that Duan Jiajia went to school, from time to time, she heard people in her class saying that so and so in which class didn't catch the bus, and how long they walked before they got home.

Others simply ride their bikes to and from school.

Even so, there are still not enough buses.

The school has been communicating with the bus company, but the awkward part is.

One car is crowded and two cars cannot fit.

The bus department would like to arrange it, but scheduling is not that easy.

He came and went again and again, and kept being delayed.

If Duan Shunan buys a car and goes to the gate of No. [-] Middle School to attract people at night, it will not be particularly profitable, but he can also attract business.

After Duan Jiajia explained the situation at the school, Duan Shunan knew better.

"Go and take a shower and rest. Why is No. [-] Middle School so strict? Are you treating your students like bullshit? It's only been a month and the schoolbag is so heavy?" Duan Shunan didn't care about Duan Jiajia's grades, he only cared about the heavy schoolbag.

If Cao Xueping heard this, she would probably drag her father into a discussion about what family education is and what school education is. Parents should cooperate with teachers to help their children survive the three years of high school in a stable manner.

Duan Jiajia felt terrible just thinking about it. She shook her shoulders and got into the room with her schoolbag.

While taking a shower, I kept staring at the bathroom wall, my eyes rolling around and around.

How can she reasonably raise the demand to dig walls and toilets?

Just a dream?

But this is too mysterious.

After washing, Duan Jiajia lay on the bed to relax and wait for her hair to dry.

One good thing about short hair is that it dries very quickly.

If she had long hair, Duan Jiajia would doubt her life even if she wiped her hair now.

Pulling down the desk lamp, sitting at the desk, looking at the stars outside the window, Duan Jiajia did not do the test paper, but took out the letter paper and started writing the third chapter of "Ghost Valley".

Her original outline stopped here.

The pen couldn't stop when I started writing, and I didn't stop until the muscles in my palms became sore.

"No, we still have to find a way to reduce the workload of this part." Duan Jiajia touched the pen that was already warm and held her chin with one hand.

typewriter?

No.

Chinese typewriters never became popular.

The equipment used in places like publishing factories is really overkill for her.

Moreover, without the Internet, buying a computer requires buying a printer, which involves a greater investment.

The more I think about it, the more I think it won’t work.

Duan Jiajia couldn't help but think of a sentence she often complained to her friends in her previous life: writing novels is a dead end!

"Jiajia?" There was a knock on the door, and Duan Shunan said from behind the door: "I made some midnight snacks, do you want some?"

Duan Jiajia quickly put away the letter paper and replaced it with the test paper.

Opening the door, Duan Shunan looked at his daughter's small, narrow room and couldn't help but frown.

He didn't think this room was small before. After the summer vacation, Duan Shunan suddenly realized that his daughter had grown up but she didn't have a decent room.

Suddenly, I became even more motivated to make money.

"Don't work too hard." Duan Shunan frowned when he saw the thick stack of test papers: "I won't finish writing until I finish it. If the teacher accuses you, just say I asked you to do it."

There are so many test papers that I can’t finish them until dawn!

Duan Jiajia pursed her lips and cried in her heart. She didn't want to roll, but Lao Cao could always think of various ways to push them to roll.

"Yes. I know." Duan Jiajia still promised Duan Shunan not to worry his father.

The father and daughter exchanged a few words and separated again.

After Duan Jiajia ate Tremella and Lotus Seed Soup, she didn't know whether it was because her stomach felt warm, but Duan Jiajia was so full of thoughts that she quickly wrote the outline of the third chapter.

In the escort team, Ling Miao solved the problem between the escort agency and the mysterious organization that was clearly transporting goods but actually transporting people, and lifted the veil of the mysterious organization.

Therefore, the mysterious organization calling itself the Lotus Alliance no longer acts in secret, but instead surfaces.

For a time, everyone in the world was in danger.

The power of Guigu represented by Ling Miao is also fully demonstrated in the third chapter.

Guigu's martial arts are elegant and mysterious, his light kung fu is outstanding in the world, his hidden weapons are hard to guard against, his swordsmanship is exquisite, and his sword skills are exquisite and satisfying.

Ling Miao is of Miao Jiang bloodline, and has learned the treacherous art of Gu since she was a child.

It stands to reason that if Guigu's strength is like this, even if it cannot crush the Lotus League, it should be a draw.

But Ling Miao was defeated.

The end of the outline is that Ling Miao was slapped off the cliff by the leader of the Lotus Alliance. The Gu bell was destroyed, the sword was broken, and her whereabouts are unknown since then.

Duan Jiajia has written this, and the outline is actually nearly [-] words long.

Shaking his hands, he stretched and packed everything he needed to bring to school tomorrow. He turned over lightly and lay down on the bed.

Before falling asleep, I was still thinking about coding.

Since computers don’t work, neither do typewriters.

Then work hard, there are always more solutions than difficulties.

Who knows, not only is she starting over again, but the world that Duan Jiajia knew in the past is also starting over again.

Duan Jiajia was still calculating her several hundred yuan in royalties, but she didn't know that the first chapter of "Ghost Valley" had already caused quite a discussion on "Martial Arts Dream".