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

"No wonder Zeng Xiaofan is so outstanding and rich." The senior student exclaimed.

Wen Mengjiao was about to explode with anger, thinking, I am the real daughter, okay!

The senior student next to her didn't notice Wen Mengjiao's depressed mood and continued, "Junior sister, can you introduce me to Zeng Xiaofan?"

"Ah, Senior, don't you already know her?"

"Make some friends." The senior student said with a smile. "The more friends you have, the easier it is to walk."

"Okay, I'll introduce you to someone some other day..." Wen Mengjiao replied.

As soon as he returned to the dormitory, Zeng Xiaofan was surrounded by people.

The three guys pestered her and insisted that Zeng Xiaofan give them a reasonable explanation.

"Who was that friend you mentioned last time?"

"Is he a boyfriend or not?!"

"I told you, we're just ordinary friends."

"What kind of ordinary friend has such a big background?"

"Boss, don't go astray!" Li Linlin was so frightened by the scene in her mind that she covered her mouth.

"Boss, is that guy driving the Rolls-Royce your long-lost father who has come back to find you?" Tu Jing asked.

"It's such a pity that you guys don't become journalists or write romance novels!" Xiao Fan already admired these guys' imaginations.

After saying that, Zeng Xiaofan turned around and ignored these gossiping guys. He turned on his computer and looked at the bill for Yanjing's errands, as well as the expenses and revenue for this period of time.

I opened QQ and asked Wanjun whether the independent websites of Yanjing Running Errands and Lianjia Real Estate were completed.

There is still a lot to do, and I need to sort it out carefully.

At night, Zeng Xiaofan tossed and turned and couldn't sleep.

She has been wondering how she could make her business bigger and stronger like Wang Jianlin.

Uncle Wang's famous sayings kept echoing in her mind, like a brainwashing song on repeat.

First make him 100 million...

Soon, she finally fell asleep.

In her dream, she was also muttering: "Make 100 million from him first..."

However, the daily dormitory chat meeting was in progress and none of the three guys could sleep.

These guys found it incredible when they heard that Zeng Xiaofan was even dreaming about making 100 million yuan.

"Did you hear that?"

"Xiao Fan was talking in her sleep just now. What did she say?"

“I think I heard it.”

"She said she wanted to make 100 million first!"

"Is this the rhythm of going crazy?"

"People like Zeng Xiaofan are destined to have only two endings in the future," Wen Mengjiao asserted.

"What's the ending?"

"People like her are either crazy or rich. People who only dream of making money are terrible."

The next morning, Zeng Xiaofan washed up and went to class. During this time, she was always surrounded by classmates asking whether the person who drove the Rolls-Royce to pick her up was her father or her boyfriend.

After class, Zeng Xiaofan took a taxi to the office. She was always busy and did not have a driver's license. The traffic was very inconvenient, so it was time to buy a car. She thought that when she took clients to see houses, she also needed a better car to show off.

Due to road construction on Maosheng Street, taxis had to take a detour, and the road construction section was right near his office, so Zeng Xiaofan had to get off the taxi early and walk for a distance.

At this time, Zeng Xiaofan noticed a small advertisement for driving school enrollment on a roadside telephone pole. Just as she was about to walk up to take a closer look, a speeding Porsche sports car drove past quickly, splashing the water on the roadside. A large amount of water instantly splashed onto Xiaofan's skirt and calves.

"The water splashed all over me, and you still want to run!!" Zeng Xiaofan was so angry that he threw the half bottle of Coke in his hand towards the Porsche.

Although it missed its target, the Porsche braked and came to a stop.

Zeng Xiaofan saw this and immediately ran up to him and shouted angrily, "Are you nearsighted? Can't you see the puddles and pedestrians on the roadside? You splashed water all over me and I'm all dirty!"

The driver of the Porsche was a young boy wearing sunglasses and looking impatient.

Without even looking at Zeng Xiaofan, he took out a stack of Mao Zedong notes from his pocket and handed it to Zeng Xiaofan, saying arrogantly, "Take it."

"Who wants your filthy money? I have plenty of it!" Xiao Fan was furious. He reached out to catch the stack of Mao Zedong's banknotes and threw it at the man's face.

However, the Mao Zedong portraits just fluttered down on his face and shoulders, scattered around the passenger seat, and two even fell on his legs.

"Apologize to me immediately!" Xiao Fan said angrily.

"Hey! You're quite brave, woman!" The boy wearing sunglasses was instantly angered by Zeng Xiaofan. This was the first time in his life that someone had thrown money at him, and it was on his face, and it was done with his money.

"Apologize? You still want me to apologize to you? Dream on, ugh!"

"Oh! You, woman, are you playing this trick on me? Do you think money is dirt?"

"Stop acting, okay? Just name a price, OK?"

"You're lucky to have run into me. I don't hit women! I won't bother with you today."

"You're not going to apologize, right?" Xiao Fan pulled the car door, took out his cell phone, called Yaoyaoling, and turned on the speaker.

"Oh, just tell me directly, how much money do you want?" The boy was still arguing.

The unruly boy in front of him was Wang Jianlin’s son, Wang Sicong, the prince of Wanda Group.

Zeng Xiaofan was too lazy to pay attention to him. The phone was connected and a female voice came from the other end.

"Hello, this is the Yaoyaoling hotline on Maosheng Street. The call is being connected. Please wait..."

It was said to be late, but in fact it was fast, and Wang Sicong was instantly scared.

"I apologize to you, sorry, sorry." Wang Sichong quickly put his hands together and apologized three times with a bitter face. Wang Sichong didn't want to make a big deal out of it and expose his whereabouts, so as not to be caught by his father.

Seeing this, Zeng Xiaofan hung up the phone with Yao Yaoling.

"Are your eyes on the top of your head?" Zeng Xiaofan said coldly.

"You splashed water all over me!"

"I'm offering to compensate you, but you not only refuse, but you also use my money to throw at me."

"You are a little girl, and you are so fierce. How can you get married in the future?"

"Really? Seeing how cowardly you looked, I was going to show mercy and let you go."

"I don't think this is necessary at all." After saying that, Zeng Xiaofan took out his cell phone again.

"No, no, no, it's my fault. It's all my fault, lady. I was wrong."

"I'm sorry, I'm willing to compensate you for all your losses."

"Will you still be so arrogant in the future?" Zeng Xiaofan asked.

"Uh-huh, no no..."

"This, this money is compensation for your clothes, just take it." Wang Sicong said in a low voice, picked up the scattered Mao Zedong's portraits and handed it to her again.

"I don't need your little money." After saying that, Zeng Xiaofan rolled his eyes, opened the door of the Porsche, turned around and left without arguing with him anymore.

"Hey, you really don't want the money?"

"Hey!"

Zeng Xiaofan was too lazy to pay attention to him and just left.

"Hey, I got taught a lesson by a little girl today. What the hell is this?" Wang Sicong muttered to himself angrily while sitting in the car.

What did she say? She doesn't care about my little money? I've never seen such a person in Beijing or Shanghai, Wang Sicong thought. No, I have to go and see who this woman is.

Thinking of this, he suddenly turned around and chased after her, but he couldn't find the girl anymore.