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

Liu Guoqing originally still had feelings for this younger brother, but over the years, his mother has made trouble for him.

Liu Guoqing wouldn't mind if a beating would help the family live in peace.

Anyway, he wasn't the one who got beaten.

To put it bluntly, his mother and younger brother brought this beating upon themselves, and they deserved it themselves.

Liu Guoqing was also happy, but he did not forget to say to Zhao Wu: "I just want to wrong you for one day."

After all, Zhao Wu gets commission. Although 270 Wu is not as good as the dead salary of 270 as mentioned before, Zhao Wu can get [-] Wu this time and more next time.

One day is not a waste of time, but what if there is one day's shortfall at the end of the month?

"It's okay." Zhao Wu didn't care at all: "If it weren't for my two brothers, I don't know where I would be now. I want to be like you now. I have to save money and buy a car. Then I can earn more." many."

Zhao Wu used to be confused, complaining about this or that all day long.

He didn't know how many times the family had secretly quarreled about him.

But he wanted to go out, but his family wouldn't let him.

Staying here, Zhao Wu himself felt that he had no future.

Now following Duan Shunan and Liu Guoqing, Zhao Wu finally understood what he wanted to do.

He wants to make money, make a lot of money!

Let those people dare not look down on him anymore.

"It seems that the eldest niece is still very good! She is really good at studying. I will let my little monkey study hard when I go back today." Liu Guoqing smiled and did not accept Zhao Wu's words.

But he took Duan Jiajia's idea seriously.

After counting this month's income, Duan Shunan and Liu Guoqing did not divide the money in front of Zhao Wu, but made an appointment to go to the bank together tomorrow.

After all, there are more than 1 here. If we don't store it and keep it at home, everyone won't worry.

After the two people left, Duan Shunan was not as relaxed as Duan Jiajia thought.

Instead, he sat on the sofa in silence for a long time.

Logically speaking, this can be considered a success in the southern suburbs forest farm.

Who can earn tens of thousands of dollars in a month like him?

This is tens of thousands!

Nowadays, the monthly income of some handicraft workshops outside is no more than this. Although households with ten thousand yuan are not as valuable as in previous years, they are still very wealthy in their small place.

But Duan Shunan still felt that it was not enough.

He looked inside the room, glanced at the "Martial Arts Dream" magazine on the coffee table, and then laughed.

Although Duan Jiajia deliberately concealed it, Duan Shunan still found out.

Maybe Duan Jiajia herself didn't realize that she had some subconscious habits in choosing words and making sentences.

Habitual usage of a certain word, as well as some unexpected usage of words and phrases when describing characters' dialogues.

Only those who are familiar with Duan Jiajia can see it.

What a coincidence.

Although Duan Shunan seemed to be confused in the past ten years, he would read Duan Jiajia's compositions in private.

Duan Shunan only read the novel signed Green Sleeve once and guessed it was written by Duan Jiajia.

The old father earns [-] yuan a month but still feels that his progress is too slow. If this continues, when will he be able to open a repair shop in an honest manner?

This is the difficulty of not having many local relatives.

In addition, the image of the Duan family's victims some time ago was too deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Duan Shunan thought immorally that this image was actually quite useful.

At least thieves would always go around their door unless they were interested.

But the old father will grin with joy because his daughter’s royalties have totaled more than a thousand.

Duan Jiajia was still writing furiously in her room, completely unaware that her father outside was flipping through a magazine and enjoying himself like a fool.

The suspenseful martial arts show made him feel proud of having a grown-up daughter in our family.

Duan Jiajia temporarily wrote part of the outline of the fairy novel, and also prepared a complete biography of the character. He even found a piece of sketch paper.

While recording the timeline, I was responsible for drawing the map.

As the time in the book got longer and longer, Duan Jiajia had forgotten that she was a cannon fodder in the novel, and the original heroine Fubao, who had troubled her before, had not appeared in front of her again for a long time.

The mid-term exam started soon. After three days of exams, everyone who came out of the school gate looked like a frozen cabbage.

"Jiajia, I'm finished. I seem to have gone off-topic in my composition again." Pang Meimei was punished by Lao Cao to write ten essays since she went off-topic in her Chinese composition in the last monthly exam.

The questions are all directly taken from the composition questions in the test papers of the previous high school senior students.

It was so written that Pang Meimei almost didn't know how to write the word "composition".

As soon as the exam ended, she panicked.

Duan Jiajia put his hands in his pockets, and the autumn wind blew so hard that his skin hurt.

She didn't know whether to say that Pang Meimei was too nervous or too nervous.

Chinese was tested on the first day.

She didn't say anything on the first day of the exam, but suddenly started wailing on the last day.

Thinking about it this way, Pang Meimei's psychological quality is still very suitable for taking the exam.

"No matter, it's a knife to extend your head, and it's a knife to shrink your head. The exam is over." Pang Meimei patted her chest, her pink face trembling with her movements.

Duan Jiajia didn't know what to say.

His self-regulation ability is also quite strong.

"I have an extra half-day off after the mid-term exam this time, and I don't have to study in the evening. Do you want to go somewhere to play?" The handsome Z on Zhao Fengyang's head has become too long to be seen clearly.

He wanted to find his apprentice and shave him again, but Sui Dongfeng was not around and the apprentice didn't have the skills.

Zhao Fengyang's road to being handsome collapsed in the middle!

Duan Jiajia still wanted to go back and finish the rest of the writing. Just when he was about to refuse, he heard Li Changhuai say: "I won't go, something happened."

Li Changhuai has always been keen to participate in such activities.

This was the first time Duan Jiajia heard him refuse.

Duan Jiajia also noticed that Li Changhuai seemed to have been keeping strangers away since the morning exam, as if someone had made him unhappy.

"What are you..." Duan Jiajia originally wanted to ask, but the four of them just walked to the door of the First Lieutenant Colonel and saw a white Santana parked outside.

"Changhuai." The rear window was lowered, and a boy who looked a few years older than Li Changhuai was sitting in the back. His face was a little weak, but he still greeted Li Changhuai with a smile.

Duan Jiajia was standing next to Li Changhuai.

She is very sure.

The moment this boy appeared, the atmosphere around Li Changhuai seemed to condense.

"Changhuai? Come on, grandpa and grandma have cooked a big table of dishes." The boy had no intention of getting out of the car, but smiled and urged Li Changhuai to get in the car.

Li Changhuai just stood still, but his eyes gradually moved to the side, looking at the passenger window.

The person in the car was none other than Li Changhuai’s half-brother, Li Changhui.