Tomb Robbery: When Little Buddha Wu Started Playing and Raising

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Wu Xie also said that day.

"Little brother, he is still young. Don't bother with him about some things, and don't blame me for being partial. Let's give in to him and pamper him, okay?"

Zhang Qiling: “Yeah.”

After that day, Zhang Qiling's attitude towards Xiao Naiping was indeed much better, and he no longer felt annoyed by Wu Xie's closeness to him as before.

After all, no one will make things difficult for you.

He was very obedient and did what Wu Xie said, pampering him more and giving in to him more.

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He would also fill in some small details that Wu Xie had not noticed.

Overall, the children live well in this family.

Even the fat man dotes on him. No one can resist the good looks of the cute and cute little boy.

Except for that group of Zhang family members!

When there is no danger, Wu Xie is often the danger.

For example, now, Wu Xie, a middle-aged man, is not as reliable as a child.

When I reached middle age, I started thinking about starting a business.

The fat man advised him earnestly that others had lost everything when they reached middle age and were left with nothing.

Wu Xie thought to himself that he still owed hundreds of millions of dollars, so he had to work hard to make money.

Tremendous stress!

So recently, Wu Xie has been thinking about his own entrepreneurial path in his mind, and he thinks he can do anything! It is a way to make money.

It happened that the scenic area had just started construction and tourism projects recently, and many rafts were parked on the shore of West Lake. Because the price was cheap, there was a constant stream of people coming for boat trips even in winter.

When Wu Xie saw it, he thought this was feasible, so he went to the director and asked for a boat, intending to row the boat while telling people about his ups and downs over the past decade. With his eloquence, he could make people feel as if they were there and applaud. If a few sponsors like Xiao Huaer came to him from time to time, he would be able to pay off his debts in no time!

(Xiaohua: cold facejpg, so Wu Xie, in essence you are still waiting for me to pay your debt, right?)

Ideals are beautiful, but reality is often cruel.

It didn't even take a day. After half a day, Wu Xie was sneezing non-stop due to the cool winter breeze. When he went home to eat at noon, his hands were shaking so much that he couldn't even lift them. In the end, the fat man had to feed him with a look of dismay on his face.

Originally, it was Zhang Qiling who fed Wu Xie, but the child also volunteered. The two of them competed secretly to see who could feed Wu Xie more, stuffing one mouthful after another into his mouth. In the end, Wu Xie, who could no longer bear it, chased the child away.

His mouth was stuffed full and rice spit out as soon as he opened it. Wu Xie had to signal the fat man to come over with his eyes, as he was still hungry.

It seemed that telling stories was not feasible. Wu Xie lay in bed for a few days before his sore arms felt better.

In the past, when he fought, he relied on his brain power, and he was indeed a little lacking in physical strength.

I guess the little milk bottle has better physical strength than him...

Wu Xie had to face the reality and start planning his way to make money again.

Because he caught a cold, the fat man took him to a clinic. On the way back, looking at the dazzling shops on both sides, his mind unconsciously recalled the taste of the roasted sweet potatoes he bought at the hospital entrance last time.

It was so sweet and soft, with the scent of sunshine, which made him unforgettable.

Wu Xie thought about it and thought that it would be great if he could open a stall by the West Lake.

He sells hot roasted sweet potatoes in the winter and ice cream in the summer. Although his business is small, he never has to worry about rent, water and electricity for his shop!

In the future, when West Lake becomes popular and tourists flock to it from all over the world, he will definitely make a lot of money. This way, his livelihood for the rest of his life will be guaranteed. He can live his whole life running the stall without worrying about unemployment crisis.

then,

Wu Xie, who was particularly enthusiastic about this matter, ran happily to find Jie Yuchun to learn from him.

What sutra are you trying to learn?

Of course it was Xie Yuqin’s start-up capital!

Wu Xie: [Is Mr. Huaer (ˊ?ˋ) free? I need help~]

Wu Xie is the type of person who will not do anything without profit. When he called Jie Yuchun "Grandpa Huaer", Xiaohua knew that nothing good was going to happen.

This is the weasel wishing a happy new year to the chicken.

Jieyu Huabei: [What's the matter? ]

Wu Xie chuckled: [I want to learn from you. ]

Jie Yuhuabei: [What sutra? ]

Young and rich.

Wu Xie: [Your Entrepreneurship Experience! ]

It was difficult to explain it in a few words on WeChat, so Wu Xieyu called Xiaohua and told her everything he had in mind.

After explaining the cause and result of the incident and what he wanted to do, there was a long silence on the other end of the phone.

Wu Xie even mistakenly thought that the call had been hung up.

"Xiaohua?" Wu Xie called tentatively.

"Wu Xie, I'm really busy. Don't tell me anything worth less than one million in the future." Xie Yuqin's slightly helpless voice came from the receiver.

"We have different businesses. I don't have any suggestions for you on your stall."

On the other end of the phone, Xie Yuqin, who was still working late at night, pinched her eyebrows. The blind man was lying on the sofa beside him, snoring, covered with Xie Yuqin's coat. It seemed that he had just returned from the tomb. His half-naked upper body was still wrapped in bandages, and the sunglasses on his face had been taken off and placed safely on the desk.

With his tall stature, he curled up on this small sofa, looking a little cramped, with his long legs drooping with nowhere to put. It looked like he was not sleeping comfortably, but he hadn't seen Xiaohua for a long time, and he just didn't want to go back to his room and sleep in the cold bed alone.

Xie Yuqin had no choice but to tidy up the study, clear out a space, and have someone move a sofa in. From then on, the sofa became the blind man's new nest. Whenever he was in the study, the blind man would sit on it in a crooked position.

Occasionally, I would pester him with a smile and do some exercises that are not suitable for children.

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Xie Yuzhen's cold words were like hail in the cold winter in the south, hitting Wu Xie's face coldly, leaving him with a black eye and a swollen face. He pointed at his finger in grievance: "Oh..."

I feel like I am looked down upon because of my poverty QAQ

After hanging up the phone, Wu Xie thought blankly, don't tell Xiaohua anything worth less than 100 million. Then, considering his poverty, does that mean he will never be able to talk to Xiaohua in this life?

Wu Xie rubbed his face, feeling sad. As expected, the gap between him and his friends in wealth was too big, which could easily cause a friendship to fall apart. The two of them gradually drifted apart and had no more books.

Xie Yuchen:.......

I just don't have time to listen to your nonsense, what are you feeling in Qiu Shang? ? !

After a while, Wu Xie received a transfer notification on his mobile phone.

Wu Xie counted it and it was one hundred thousand yuan!!!

It was the 100,000 yuan startup capital that Xiaohua gave him! ! !

Wu Xie raised his hands happily, "Yeah! The relief grain from the court has been distributed!"

Xie Yuchen: "..." It turns out that their childhood friendship was maintained only by his money...

Wu Xie: [Thank you, Huaerye (づ￣3￣)づ╭?～Aini~]

Everyone knows how to use emoticons, and we Wu Xie are still the most fashionable.

Xie Yuqin looked at the ringing cell phone and sighed helplessly.

Jie Yuhuabei: [Go and have fun by yourself, don’t bother me if you have nothing to do. ]

Wu Xie: [Okay~ I'm going to get out of here~ Remember to close the door~]

Xie Yuqin was amused by him. She shook her head in amusement and put down her phone. She was like a child even at her age.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to teach, it’s just that he can’t do anything with this silly childhood friend of his. In the end, the business will probably go bankrupt anyway.

(Wu Xie: You look down on me?! You have no confidence in me! I'm going to make a scene!!! [○?｀Д′? ○]

Tomorrow I will get a 20,000 yuan disease! Hum╭(╯^╰)╮Woof woof! ）

What about his experience?

He had no experience in front of such a small stall.

A big furry head suddenly popped out from the side of Xie Yuqin's neck. The blind man bent down to kiss his collarbone and asked sinisterly, "Who are you chatting with? You were laughing so happily that you didn't even notice I woke up."

"Wu Xie, he's asking me for money." Xie Yuqin replied, pushing the obstructing head away a little, "You're blocking me."

The blind man stepped back a little, resting his hand on the back of Xiaohua's chair, shrouding Xiaohua in his shadow, and asked invitingly, "How much work do you have left?"

Xie Yuqin glanced at the blind man speechlessly, "The wound is still bleeding."

"It would be fine if I just don't move." The blind man laughed.

"Wait a minute..."

In fact, the cost of this kind of stall is not much, and it mainly relies on manpower. Wu Xie bought a set of special tools for roasting sweet potatoes online.

When the express delivery arrives, he puts it directly at the entrance of Wushanju, roasts the sweet potatoes, and waits for the aroma to come out. He firmly believes that business will come naturally.

But the reality is often far from satisfactory.

Wu Xie thought that the supply would exceed the demand, so he roasted basket after basket of sweet potatoes, and customers who came to buy sweet potatoes surrounded Wushanju in three layers. However, none of this happened. From morning to night, he could only sell a few of them at the end of the day, which was not enough to pay for Wu Xie to burn coal.

The remaining unsold sweet potatoes were all eaten by their own people.

They've been eating baked sweet potatoes for dinner for days.

No matter how delicious the baked sweet potatoes are, you will get tired of them if you eat them every day.

And they also had a very embarrassing thing. Eating too much sweet potatoes would cause one to fart. In the past few days, there had been a faint smell of fart in Wushanju, which was very frustrating.

Wang Mengya was the first one who couldn’t bear it. Her face turned green when she saw the sweet potatoes and she refused to eat them no matter what.

He has been scolded by his girlfriend several times for farting.

If this continues, the person he has finally found will be gone.

Wu Xie had a look of relief on his face that his eldest son was finally married. He nodded in understanding, looked at the small bottle that followed him closely at his feet, and thought that children needed a balanced nutrition, and eating sweet potatoes every day was not good, so he gave up.

Going to see Zhang Qiling again, Wu Xie didn't know whether the fart smell in the house was contributed by the young man. He didn't know whether the stomachs of the Zhang family were naturally different from those of ordinary people, as if they were made of iron. Anyway, he had never heard the sound of the young man farting.

However, Wu Xie felt that with the young man's control, he should be able to hold his breath the whole time, and then release it secretly in a place where there is no one, just like taking a shit, or just fart silently.

I thought it would be too tiring to hold it in like this, so I gave up.

After looking around and thinking over it, it seems that this time the sweet potatoes can only be solved by him and Fatty.

After all, we are a conscientious company that operates with integrity and will never sell overnight items to customers.

Wu Xie sighed.

"Fatty, are our sweet potatoes not delicious enough?"

Wu Xie and Fatty squatted by the West Lake, eating sweet potatoes and chatting.

"How naive! You have to believe in my ability as a cook!" The fat man patted his chest and said with a burp.

Wu Xie was puzzled: "Didn't you just light a fire and put the sweet potatoes you bought in? What strength does it take?"

"You know that too!" The fat man looked at Wu Xie with a look of disappointment, counting on his fingers and asking, "This sweet potato was brought back for you by my brother from the market this morning. Wang Meng washed it for you, I lit the fire, and I planted the sweet potatoes there. You wanted to open this sweet potato stall. We did all the work. What the hell did you do?"

Wu Xie put on an innocent face and said confidently, "I paid the bill!"

When the fat man heard this, he slapped his thigh angrily and cursed: "You just put a QR code on it and went back to sleep, lying down and waiting for the money to come into your pocket. Do you call this working?"

"Weighing the customers' weights, counting their money, and putting them in plastic bags are things you did in your dreams, right?"

Wu Xie scratched his head, as if what the fat man said was indeed true.

He didn't expect to have to weigh them for others, he thought it was five dollars each, so he could just take it himself...

No wonder the money he received recently was in both small and large amounts......

"Didn't I put up a sign saying five dollars each?" Wu Xie said weakly.

The fat man ate the last bite of sweet potato in his hand, stood up, pointed at his forehead and said, "Do you know how much a pound of sweet potato costs, how much a piece of honeycomb coal costs, and how much a day's cost is? Sweet potatoes come in big and small sizes, 5 yuan each, and people only pick up the big ones. Who are you going to sell the small ones to? Can you earn back the money you spent on coal in a day?"

Wu Xie’s confidence grew weaker and weaker, and he lowered his head, not daring to look the fat man in the eye.

The fat man threw away the sweet potato peels in his hand, glanced at the dustpan with a few pieces of roasted sweet potatoes left, loosened his belt, and finally said, "You can go and ask around to see how other people's stalls sell their products."

Wu Xie corrected his mistakes and nodded sincerely, "Okay."

The fat man nodded with satisfaction and walked away leisurely.

"Eh?"

Wu Xie looked at the fat man's receding back, then looked at the uneaten roasted sweet potatoes and let out a cry of surprise.

After realizing what was happening, he yelled, "Fatty! If you don't want to eat, then just don't want to eat. Why do you have to find so many excuses and scold me?"

Hearing this, the fat man walked faster.

He soon went into the shop and could no longer be seen, leaving Wu Xie alone sighing over the sweet potatoes.

His stomach growled twice and he let out a series of loud farts.

The people around covered their noses one after another, unable to believe that someone could be so shameless in public, and walked away with a bit of disgust.

Wu Xie looked at the sparkling, peaceful and tranquil lake in front of him with boredom. Everyone else came to see the scenery, but he was the only one who came to release poison gas bombs.

e=(′o｀*)))Alas