Reborn with a Cell Phone 2007

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, Ji Shumiao was exquisite from her hair to her toenails. Not to mention her clothes, her hair was even more exquisitely combed. In addition to her great-grandmother's hairpin, she also wore a Yang Fei-colored peony silk flower made by her grandmother on the back of her head. Qin Rong pinned a rabbit fur hairpin on each of her ears. The rabbit fur fluttered lightly with her every move. She looked bright, rich, playful and lively.

After breakfast, Ji Shumiao, holding her precious folding fan, went out with Brother Lang to party. When others heard about it, they also wanted to go. Ji Zhenhua went back to the room to get a digital camera and suggested that everyone take a family photo together. So the family went to Tiananmen Square in a lively manner.

After Ji Shumiao went out, people turned back to look at her. She covered her face and sighed, "I am so beautiful today~"

Lang Ge said: "Yes, it's as beautiful as a snot bubble."

"Don't force me to kick you on such a good day!" Ji Shumiao snorted, with a look of arrogance and arrogance on his face, turned around and hugged his grandmother's arm to complain and act coquettishly.

Just as he was about to lock Lang Ge out of the door and not give him food, he turned around and saw a folding fan with auspicious cloud pattern and sprinkled with gold hanging on the stall, so he ran over to buy it and gave it to Lang Ge.

"Dragon, Chapter, Phoenix, and Zi!" Ji Shumiao read the words on the folding fan word by word, snapped his fingers and sighed, "It's so apt!"

Ji Shulang shook the folding fan in his hand uncomfortably, with a rare shy expression on his face. He didn't expect that this was how he felt in his sister's heart.

Ji Shumiao added: "As your antonym, it's so apt!"

“Ji Miaomiao!” Ji Shulang grabbed her collarbone and shook her, gritting his teeth and saying, “You are so capable!”

"Ahh~ Uncle, save me~"

Ji Shiqian and others watched the brother and sister fighting with a smile on their faces from behind, and obviously had no intention of intervening.

Seeing this, Brother Lang became even more unscrupulous and said with a fierce smile: "Did you see that? Even if you scream your throat out, no one will come to save you!"

"Break the throat, break the throat!"

Ji Shumiao took advantage of his silence for a second, broke free from the shackles and ran away, turned back to make a smug face, then turned his head and bumped into the belly of a soft pink doll.

Cha Sanmei supported her and covered her mouth in an exaggerated manner. Her unchanging cartoon expression showed surprise and joy. She circled around her excitedly, admiring her outfit intently.

Ji Shumiao laughed out loud. The store manager’s training was really thorough. The employee wearing the puppet costume today was quite knowledgeable.

The tea girl was carrying a straw target full of candied haws. She put the target down, took out the only strawberry candied haws on the top and handed it to her enthusiastically.

"Thank you." Ji Shumiao took it.

Cha Sanmei stretched out her short and fat fingers to tickle the ball of rabbit fur beside her ear, then covered her face with excitement and happiness, secretly looking at her through her fingers.

Ji Shumiao leaned in closer and asked, "Which branch are you from?"

Cha Sanmei backed away while shaking her head, picked up the straw target, and ran away in small steps with her short and fat legs.

Ji Shulang chuckled, "You yourself made the rule that people wearing puppet costumes are not allowed to talk unless it's an emergency, and now you're going to ask someone else."

"Hehe, let me test you at the same time." Ji Shumiao took a bite of the strawberry candied haws, which was quite sweet.

She asked the question on purpose, and if the employee really answered, she would go and cause trouble for the store manager.

A family asked passers-by to help them take a family photo in Tiananmen Square. They originally wanted to visit the Forbidden City, but it was crowded today, so they gave up the idea. They took some photos with the palace wall as the background and planned to go home.

Ji Shumiao dragged Lang Ge to inspect the store. Lang Ge was speechless: "Today is the first day of the Chinese New Year."

"Be diligent and brave on New Year's Day, and you will have good fortune all year long." Ji Shumiao held him back and said, "Go ahead~"

"Go, go, go!" Brother Lang had no choice but to compromise. "The first day of the new year is hard work, and the whole year is busy."

In a tea shop employee lounge, Zhou Hui took off his puppet mask, took a long breath, and shook his sweaty hair.

The store manager handed him a cup of hot tea and said, "Xiao Zhou, thank you for your hard work!"

"Thank you, Manager." Zhou Hui took a sip and finished it. "I'm not tired, but I feel stuffy."

"That's because you're young and in good health. Your brother Liang wore it for more than two hours yesterday afternoon and was exhausted like a cow." The store manager joked, "It's a good thing they didn't use the original version of the puppet costume. I heard from the company that it weighs dozens of kilograms. If you fall while wearing it, you can get a concussion."

"I'll bring it up at the next company meeting and see if we can add a ventilation valve or something like that." The store manager stood up and said, "Okay, I'm busy outside. You can come out and help after you've rested."

"it is good."

Zhou Hui agreed verbally, but he only sat for a short while before changing into his work clothes and going out.

Today, Cha Sammai is packed with guests and is more lively than usual. Many children who received lucky money came with their friends to check in, and some adults also joined in the fun, forming a long queue in front of the store.

Another clerk came in and put on a puppet costume. He didn't walk far away, but stayed with the customers in the queue, making them laugh from time to time and taking photos with them.

It was almost noon when Ji Shumiao and his sister arrived at the store. They were very satisfied to see that the store was crowded with people but everything was in order.

Brother Lang boasted indifferently: "Mr. Xiao Ji has taught well, and each store is thriving. Now you are relieved after seeing this, right?"

"Mr. Lang also has some credit for this. Mr. Lang deserves credit for this." Ji Shumiao complimented with a grin.

The brother and sister had no intention of going in and causing trouble. They stood at the door for a while and were about to leave. Ji Shumiao caught a glimpse of a familiar figure - Zhou Hui, who was wiping the table.

Zhou Hui has a pair of exquisite hands, with distinct knuckles and long, thin fingers. In his previous life, he was ranked fifth in the Internet's ultimate hand control competition (the top four were all popular male stars). Now, he is still pleasing to the eye holding the dark blue rag.

Ji Shumiao suddenly felt that those hands should not be holding a rag, but should be on the keyboard typing code.

How much money can she make by wiping tables every week? She must make the best use of it and squeeze out the surplus value!

It will take a long time for Zhou Hui to start his own business. Besides, it’s more comfortable to be your own boss!

Invest? What kind of investment? I want full investment!