Reborn as a scavenger mom who turns into a powerful villain

Wen Mosheng looked at the receding figure of the red donkey and said without hesitation: "Let it go. She is not the only one in the world who can sing!" Besides, there are so many beautiful women who can sing here, and each of them is more fashionable and beautiful than her. He doesn't believe that he can't find someone who is less talented than her.

"No!" How could this boss do this? We went through so much trouble to get her here, and now he doesn't want her anymore. He really has no bottom line. What if he wants her again someday? We won't be able to get her back. He secretly told Wangzai. Wangzai left the crowd.

People always look at appearance first, no matter in ancient or modern times. People who are dressed in ordinary clothes, no matter what industry they apply for a job, will be given priority over those who are fashionable and trendy. This is called courtesy. It does not matter whether you are talented or not, and you will be treated equally.

Wen Mosheng thought that he could pick a few singers who could sing and dance to make a lot of money for the nightclub. He sat on Brother Ji's Hornet with his legs crossed and listened to the passionate singing of each beauty.

"Zhou Qianqian, right? Sing me a song called "The Moon Represents My Heart"

"Okay, handsome!" Zhou Qianqian flew out like a happy little bird. She cleared her throat and sang in order to win the favor of the tall, rich and handsome man in front of her.

"You asked me how much I love you, how much I love you..."

The sound was not as bad as the ghosts crying in hell. Wen Mosheng got goosebumps and shivered. He quickly raised his hand to stop, "Stop, stop, stop! Next one!"

Zhou Qianqian shook her body coquettishly: "What's wrong, handsome, I haven't finished singing yet!"

Wen Mosheng frowned and didn't even look at her, just wiping his hands. Brother Ji went up to pull her away. If she continued singing, it was estimated that everyone in the square would be scared away, not to mention the guests in the nightclub.

Then An Lulu came next, walking seductively like a cat, pretending to be shy: "Handsome boy, what do you want me to sing?"

“Uh…” Wen Mosheng kept scratching his chin with his index finger and thought for a moment: “Then let’s sing Good Luck!”

"Okay, I'm going to sing, you have to listen carefully!" An Lulu hummed a few times.

Unexpectedly, a good song was sung by An Lulu as if it were a hen's cry! An Mosheng jumped up in shock: "That's enough, stop singing!" It seemed that they all thought they were roosters.

Gao Lulu didn't know what she did wrong, which made the handsome guy unhappy. She ran to Wen Mosheng, grabbed his hand, and shook her breasts and hips. Her waves were even more exciting than those of the hot girls in the nightclub. Wen Mosheng didn't know whether he was used to it or he was trying to keep a low profile in public. On the other hand, the short guy Ji Ge was drooling at the sight.

"Handsome guy, where did I go wrong? I can change it. Just tell me and I can change anything!"

Wen Mosheng looked coldly at An Lulu, who had a snake-like face. Her face, nose, and eyes were all plastic surgery, and her breasts were also filled. If she were to change it any further, she would become an artificial robot. He pulled his hand out and said coldly, "I want a voice, not a face!" I don't know why I said such a thing. Maybe he felt that although the appearance was pleasing to the eye, it also had to be appropriate for the job!

He suddenly realized that no matter what happened, some people would no longer exist for him once he missed them. He suddenly jumped up and shouted, "Aki, bring that woman back to me!"

Brother Ji was salivating over the surging waves, and the shout scared him so much that he swallowed his saliva back: "What? Boss, she's gone! Didn't you let her go?"

"Then you won't get her back!" Wen Mosheng complained coldly.

Brother Ji was so anxious that he was drunk: "Boss, I spent all my money to find her and asked you to come and talk to her. Now that I found her, I asked you to come here and ignore her! What do you think she will think?"

Wen Mosheng was indifferent. There is nothing in this world that cannot be solved with money. But for this country girl, it is not worth raising the price. If you give her a red envelope worth several hundred yuan, she will definitely take it.

He took out two hundred yuan from his pocket and gave it to Brother Ji: "Go, find a red bag to put it in! Give it to her and ask her to sing for a night! I'm just trying to please my dad's group of old gay friends! If they are satisfied, we'll consider it again!"

"What!" All they had worked so hard for was this result. In the eyes of the rich, the people who worked hard for him and fought for his interests were so worthless? He stared at Wen Mosheng in a daze.

Other beauties shouted loudly: "Handsome, I want to sing too, I want to sing too."

"Handsome guy, I haven't sung yet, when will it be my turn?"

Wen Mosheng felt that he had attracted a lot of flies. He waved his hand and said, "Ladies, your singing is not as good as your dancing! Let me appreciate your graceful dancing!"

When the beauties heard this, they were very happy and asked in unison: "So, what dance do you want to see?"

"The one you just danced!"

"Yes, yes!" Many beauties lined up in a row, among them were some middle-aged women wearing heavy makeup. When the music started, they would look at Wen Mosheng with great joy.

Wen Mosheng was bored. This girl was obviously not of his level. He put two hundred yuan in Ji Ge's hand and said, "Give her these two hundred yuan and say it's a bonus for inviting her to sing for one night! Then tell her to dress fashionably! Don't be so tacky and embarrass herself!"

"This..." Brother Ji felt that he didn't have the face to ask him to do it. Two hundred yuan, driving a million-dollar luxury car to hire someone who can solve his problems, isn't this humiliating? He stuffed the money back into Wen Mosheng's hand: "Boss, I can't do it!"

Wen Mo got angry, threw the money at him, pulled up his collar and said, "Get out if you can't do it!" Then he turned around and got into his Lamborghini and drove away.

"Hey handsome guy, we haven't finished our dance yet!" All the dancing beautiful middle-aged women ran after the car.

What a bunch of stupid women with small brains. Brother Ji waved to the short guy and said, "Let's go to the Chinese restaurant and wait for Wangzai!"

The two of them mounted the Hornet and left with a roar. The group of beauties and aunties didn't catch up with them, so they ran back cursing, "What kind of people are you? The one who said it was fun to dance is gone again, wasting our expressions. Humph!"

Fengli rode her big red donkey and never forgot to pick up some garbage. She didn't ride home until her bike bag was full.

There was a faint buzzing sound. When she turned around, it was gone. Could it be that she was suffering from hallucinations? This happened three or two times this month, and her mind was unnaturally alert. She could not help but increase the speed. She also increased the speed when she passed Fanfang Town and went downhill.

Soon, she turned a downhill branch road, turned around the corner, and drove left into the last gate.

Little Trumpet was practicing martial arts with a broom. When he saw the red electric bike coming back, he jumped up and down and shouted happily: "Mom is back, Mom is back!"

Fengli got out of the car, picked up her daughter and went into the house.

The roar came from a distance and suddenly stopped.