Return after rebirth: The devil who helps his brother becomes the devil who kills his brother

Although Song Pan'er relaxed in the back garden all afternoon, she still had dreams at night. She dreamed of planting vegetables, but nothing sprouted no matter how hard she planted them. Then she picked up the soil and looked at it. What kind of soil was this? They were all golden beans! What are you waiting for? Put it in a sack!

Song Paner woke up laughing.

"What bad things did you do in your dream? Why are you smiling so happily?"

Song Pan'er, who was still reminiscing about her sweet dream, turned around and saw two big heads beside the bed. Han Mengyao was staring at her fiercely.

The smile on Song Pan'er's face has not yet gone away, "I dreamed that I was rich, and the soil in my yard was made of gold."

"Tch~ You're so promising, you're smiling like a duck." Han Mengyao nodded her forehead, went back to bed, and went back to sleep.

Ma Haiyan pulled Song Pan'er's hair out of habit and nodded in agreement, "No, I thought there was a duck in our dormitory just now!"

"Humph~ You two are the ducks!" Song Pan'er sat up with her messy hair. She didn't want to sleep anymore. She felt refreshed now and decided to get up and do a big thing - a morning run.

She combed her hair into a high ponytail, put on a sports suit, and ran towards her destination with even steps.

When she ran to the Yihe Residence, Song Lai'er was reading in the morning on the balcony on the second floor.

The sun shines softly on the book in the young girl's hand. She sometimes reads softly and sometimes closes her eyes to remember. The morning breeze blows in the face and the birds chirp happily. Song Pan'er calls this beautiful scene 'youth and dreams'.

Not wanting to be disturbed, Song Pan'er ran around her house and returned to school.

When she returned to the dormitory, the two of them had not gotten up yet. She put down the breakfast in her hands, took her clothes and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

The weather was already very warm, and the breeze blew in from the balcony. It was so comfortable that people wanted to shout. Then Song Paner really shouted, "Get up! You're going to be late!"

Today is still the first class in the morning, and these two lazy guys haven't gotten up yet, fearing they will be late.

"Boss, you are tired. You used to go to the library to study in the morning."

"Swallow! Do you still want to pass the postgraduate entrance examination? If you don't get straight A's at the end of the semester, you will have to take the postgraduate entrance examination yourself!"

Song Pan'er bit into the fried dough sticks and kept slurping at the two people who were hurriedly washing their faces.

"Shut up! Little brat!" After wiping her face, Han Mengyao gave Song Pan'er a mouthful of food, snatched the fried dough sticks from her hand, and sat down to eat.

"Oh~ you have to take the ones I've bitten. There are new ones. What's your hobby?" Song Pan'er protested softly due to the power.

Then when Han Mengyao glared at her, pretending to fix her, he wisely shut up. Turning to look at Ma Haiyan, she complained silently.

"Okay, they woke you up and bought you breakfast. Why don't you know how to bully Pan'er?"

There were two Northeasterners in the dormitory, and Ma Haiyan, the student in charge, unconsciously learned to speak with a Northeastern accent.

"That's it! That's it! I don't know what's good or bad~" Song Pan'er had confidence and dared to speak again.

"Hey, little kid, you still dare to play harp with me?" Han Mengyao used her special trick, "Click."

Song Pan'er, who was ticklish, almost burst out laughing.

It was noisy early in the morning. Even when they went out, Song Paner and Han Mengyao were still bickering.

This class is about film and television appreciation. During the class, the professor said that the short film they made for public welfare last winter had a good response. Moreover, the school has been approved to establish a foundation to accept public welfare donations to help children in impoverished mountainous areas.

Song Pan'er wrote down the charity account on the blackboard and planned to donate the 50,000 yuan she unexpectedly received the day before yesterday. She didn't want the money, and it would be uncomfortable to spend it. This can be regarded as using this inappropriate thing for the right path!

Song Pan'er felt relieved after transferring the account, otherwise she would have always felt that the old lady was scolding her that day. This time, there is merit protection, and all curses will rebound.

Song Pan'er happily went to get her mobile phone and prepared to hold a phone auction later.

At exactly one o'clock in the afternoon, Song Paner's cell phone rang on time.

Instead of rushing through, she picked up her cell phone and dialed the number of the buyer named Wu.

Two mobile phones are played at the same time. Although there is some noise, it does not hinder communication.

After two "hello"s, the fierce competition began.

When the opponent met, he was extremely jealous. As soon as he came up, a certain deputy department-level cadre who finally showed up directly raised the price by 10 million.

Eighty million, Song Paner's lips were tightly closed, she was afraid of accidentally laughing out loud.

Knowing that he had no chance of winning, Wu Haibo squeezed the tea cup in his hand, feeling a little annoyed. Our own financial resources are far less than those of our opponents, and now we are being overpowered by others. That position is getting further and further away from us!

He gritted his teeth and reluctantly reported the number again, "Eight thousand two."

The other party laughed out loud, "Old Wu! You are too petty! Isn't the money my wife gave me not enough?"

"Deputy District Chief Hou, I don't have as many connections as you, and I can get money quickly. My wife earns all my money, so I'm definitely not as wealthy as you!" Wu Haibo sarcastically replied.

He doesn't think there's anything to be ashamed of since he relies on his wife to support him. Corruption is shameful.

Being an official can make people respected, have enough food and clothing, can benefit their children, and make things convenient for them. These are all understandable. But if you become rich through being an official, there will be a problem.

"Haha, okay, I can't compare to you. Wu Haibo, you have no hope. Just stay in this position until you retire! I will pay 90 million." The last words of Deputy District Chief Hou were loud and clear.

Ninety million! My wife is afraid that she will have to sell the company. Forget it, time and luck are also fate, so there is no argument. Wu Haibo closed his eyes in despair. My mortal enemy has taken over, and my life is going to be difficult!

Song Pan'er was very amused when she heard this. These big cadres also have yin and yang to run against each other. Are they the same as me and other ordinary people? They are all so marketable!

Having seen enough excitement, Song Paner started the countdown very formally, "Ninety million once...Ninety million twice...Ninety-thousand-thousand-three-times, deal done!"

Without hesitation, Song Pan'er picked up her mother's phone, said "goodbye" and immediately hung up.

After setting up the time and place for the transaction with Deputy District Chief Hou, Song Pan'er clutched her heart and hung up her cell phone.