Now that I'm reborn, it's not too much to be a rich, white and beautiful woman, right?

Since Zeng Xiaofan has been busy shooting a commercial recently, he doesn't have any extra time to answer the phone.

After finishing my work every day, I take out my phone from my pocket and look at it.

There were 99+ missed calls, most of which were from people calling to view the house.

Zeng Xiaofan was so distressed that he said bitterly: "These are all my gods of wealth, the people who send me money..."

After missing out on those customers, Zeng Xiaofan learned his lesson and decided to develop the house selling project well.

She decided to be her own agent. Working part-time was impossible, not in this lifetime.

If she hadn't accidentally danced during military training and later became an Internet celebrity, she would definitely not have had this opportunity to film a commercial.

I can only say that I am very lucky. After all, I don't have this kind of good luck every time. Zeng Xiaofan reviewed the mental journey he had gone through these days and weighed the pros and cons in his mind. Overall, selling a house is more stable and the profit is also considerable.

If there was no opportunity to shoot the commercial this time, the most profitable project I could choose right now would still be selling houses.

Fortunately, hard work pays off, and now Zeng Xiaofan finally has the start-up capital.

The focus now is to rent a storefront and become my own agent.

Although the Yanjing Errands project does not make much money, a small fly is still meat.

Every day, after deducting the staff expenses, there is still more than 10,000 yuan in income. This project cannot be abandoned.

When he arrived at the school gate, Zeng Xiaofan went to the snack street to buy some fruits and snacks and took them back to share with the foodies in his dormitory.

Back in the dormitory, Zeng Xiaofan put the food on the table and shouted: "Here, this is for you. If you want to eat, come and get it yourself."

Several foodies came forward to choose their favorite snacks and chatted while eating.

"Zeng Xiaofan, you left the organization and acted alone. What did you do for a week?"

"Yeah, don't think you can buy us off with a little snack!"

"Humph, it would be a waste if you don't eat it!"

"I won't tell you. Lululu." Zeng Xiaofan deliberately teased these guys.

"If you don't tell me, we will torture you severely!" Li Linlin said, put down the potato chips in her hand, rolled up her sleeves and walked towards Zeng Xiaofan.

Tu Jing and Wen Mengjiao also stood up with a sly smile on their faces and surrounded Zeng Xiaofan.

"No, no, no, I'll take care of the midnight snack tonight!"

"Stop it, I'm still busy." In order to avoid being bothered by several guys, Zeng Xiaofan had to surrender.

"Tell me, what do you want to eat out? I'll treat you."

Tu Jing said: "I'm still checking customer service here, I can't leave."

Most of Yanjing Running Errands’ customers place their orders on QQ, and pay in cash after the goods are delivered to the customers.

Therefore, Tu Jing needs to stare at QQ most of the time.

"Okay then, let's do the errands ourselves. Just order whatever you want to eat, right?" Zeng Xiaofan said.

"A new store has recently opened on the snack street. I heard the food is delicious."

"What store?" several foodies asked in unison.

"Sixty-clam vermicelli." Li Linlin proudly said that her boyfriend had taken her to eat there once.

"What do you want to eat?" Zeng Xiaofan asked.

"Then I want a serving of vermicelli with clams, but no coriander!" Wen Mengjiao said.

"Me too!" Li Linlin raised her hand.

"I want the Sixty-year-old Vermicelli too, because I've been heartbroken and in urgent need of spiritual comfort. So please ask the leader to prepare another portion of heartbreak yogurt for me at the yogurt shop at the school gate!" Tu Jing said seriously.

"Little guy, you're quite a good eater!" Zeng Xiaofan scolded with a smile.

"Boss, I also need a strawberry ice cream sundae!" Li Linlin added with a smile.

"It would be a waste not to kill him. He also wants a chocolate ice cream sundae." Wen Mengjiao said.

"Yes, you capitalists are exploiting our labor. If you don't treat us, who will?"

"You are not human..."

After a while, the midnight snack was delivered, and the girls happily ate while watching TV series together.

The next morning, the school’s Mid-Autumn Festival party was about to begin.

Several girls chatted and laughed, and started to wash and put on makeup.

Only Wen Mengjiao held her stomach and tossed and turned in pain on the bed.

Seeing this, everyone rushed over.

"Jiaojiao, what's wrong with you?"

"Are you okay?"

"I think I have an upset stomach. It must be that the vermicelli I ate yesterday was not clean!"

Wen Mengjiao twisted her body in agony, with beads of sweat the size of beans oozing out of her forehead.

"No way, then how come we are all fine?"

"Then I guess it's because you have a bad stomach."

"Can you still walk? Go see a doctor?"

"I'm fine, it's okay, I just have a little diarrhea." Wen Mengjiao continued to pretend to be strong.

"Is it really okay? Do you want me to buy you some medicine for diarrhea?" Zeng Xiaofan asked.

"Well! Hurry up, I still have to take my medicine and go to the party to dance!" Wen Mengjiao urged, gritting her teeth.

Xiaofan immediately took out his cell phone from his pocket and asked Xiaopang to buy some anti-diarrhea medicine and send it over.

Long after taking the medicine, Wen Mengjiao still had diarrhea. She kept running to the bathroom, holding her stomach.

Wen Mengjiao was so exhausted that she couldn't even stand. She burst into tears, "My Mid-Autumn Festival Gala, my Mid-Autumn Festival Gala!"

"Okay, stop crying and go see a doctor first." Several girls pulled Wen Mengjiao up and carried her to the school's infirmary.

"Wow, what should I do with the Mid-Autumn Festival Gala that I have prepared for so long!" Wen Mengjiao cried as she walked.

"Idiot! Even if there is no Mid-Autumn Festival Gala, there is still National Day and New Year's Day!" the girls comforted him.

After settling Wen Mengjiao and asking for leave for her, the girls went to class and prepared to take their seats.

Xiaofan looked at the schedule and was about to go to the classroom.

At this time, the counselor Lao Wang came hurriedly with short legs, panting and said: "Zeng Xiaofan, you, come here!"

"Teacher Wang, what do you want me to do again?"

"Wen Mengjiao asked for leave because she was not feeling well?" Old Wang asked after taking a breath.

"Yes."

"Then you go on a show for her." Lao Wang arranged.

"No, teacher, I'm a little busy." Zeng Xiaofan immediately refused.

"You have to go even if you don't want to. You little girl has some talents." Lao Wang continued.

"Although everyone on Earth knows this."

"But teacher, I'm really busy. I can't even handle my own business!"

"But what but? Your business is more important than the honor of your class!" Lao Wang was angry again.

"But my business is more important than class honors, teacher."

"Stop pretending! You became famous with your dancing with Ice Sister, so you have to go even if you don't want to!"

"Teacher, I'm really busy. Can't you call other students?"

"Don't forget, who let you off the hook last time you missed class?" Lao Wang said sinisterly.

Zeng Xiaofan: “…”

"Guess, will I turn a blind eye next time?"

"..."

Zeng Xiaofan had no choice but to bite the bullet and agree.

"You are fighting for the honor of your class, do you understand?" Old Wang, who had finally convinced the students, instructed.