Reborn as the twin sister of the male protagonist with her mortal enemy

Zheng Hanqiu held his chin and said, "Go to jail? It's not even close to the level of the death penalty."

Zheng Guixiang's heart trembled uncontrollably. He was harmed by the fortune teller!

What should I do? Can I still regret it?

The goods have been delivered to your door, how can you regret it?

"Dad, did you guarantee it without even reading the agreement when you signed it? I thought you knew about it." Zheng Juzi said innocently.

He didn't even look at it. He signed after confirming that the unit price was okay, without even looking at the total amount.

Why didn't he take a second look?

Zheng Guixiang wanted to cry but had no tears. "It's over. Our family is over."

How is it possible to sell all these vests?

"It's okay, Dad." Zheng Juzi comforted: "Our goal is to make money, not to sell all these vests. We can just try to sell them when the market opens."

It seems so. If a vest sells for 5 yuan, then if you sell more than pieces, you might be able to make your investment back.

But the town is so small, how easy is it to sell more than 10,000 pieces?

The things in the supply and marketing cooperatives are expensive, but they have decent storefronts and people go there every day even when there is no market day. They can only set up their stalls during the market day, so how can they sell so many things?

It’s the same thing that we can’t sell. Now we can only try our best and sell as much as we can.

More than 6 yuan? Even when Zheng Guixiang first started his business, he didn't realize that he was so close to a prison cell.

Until now, he has not realized that he has been betrayed by his daughters. Children so young are just ignorant and act recklessly.

Not long after, Gu Xiaoer brought the printing pigment.

At this time, many units would request that the unit’s name be printed on clothes when ordering them from garment factories, and the colors usually used were red and black.

Zheng Hanqiu took a look and asked, "What do you want to print?"

Zheng Juzi said: "Ten thousand yuan household, suddenly rich, full of luck, getting richer day by day, etc. For "Ten thousand yuan household", remember to use traditional Chinese characters. This one is more common."

"What is that?" Gu Xiaoer was totally confused.

Zheng Juzi smiled and said, "Just do your work."

Zheng Hanqiu might be so easy to coax: "I want a share of the money I make."

Zheng Juzi: "5 cents for a piece of clothing."

Zheng Hanqiu: "Too little."

Zheng Juzi: "Then I'll go find someone else. Even 1 cents is enough."

Zheng Hanqiu glared at her unhappily: "You've been so stingy all your life."

"Do you want to do it or not?"

"make a deal."

Zheng Juzi had already mentioned this when Gu Xiaoer came last time. Zheng Hanqiu also specially found a few pieces of jujube wood suitable for carving and started working quickly.

"What are you going to do?" Gu Xiaoer still didn't understand.

Zheng Juzi: “Printing.”

Gu Xiaoer was a little nervous: "Will it work?" Those words didn't sound serious.

Zheng Juzi: "Don't worry, just listen to me and do what I say."

Zheng Guixiang, who had finally recovered, was still trapped in the 60,000 yuan cage and kept wondering who would buy so many vests.

The next day, before Zheng Juzi went to take the exam, he gave Zheng Guixiang a few vests.

"What to do?" Zheng Guixiang looked at the three words "Ten Thousand Yuan Household" on his vest and felt like he had no desire to live. What was a ten thousand yuan household? His daughter could squander more than six ten thousand yuan households in one night.

Zheng Juzi said: "Give it to your father and the uncles and aunts in your farm."

"Give it away?!" Zheng Guixiang's mouth twitched, and he shouted tremblingly: "Are you a spendthrift with no bottom line?"

Zheng Juzi seemed to be completely unaware of his anger and calmly said, "Walk around outside wearing it. If anyone asks you, just say you bought it at the market."

Zheng Guixiang...

"It's already like this. If these clothes can't be sold, they will just be wasted on us." Zheng Juzi kindly reminded.

She is a minor, and if she really goes to jail it will be either her guardian or her guarantor, who are the same person.

At this point, Zheng Guixiang had no choice but to take his clothes and prepare to leave with a sad face.

"Dad, when someone asks you about the price, remember to always say 9.9 yuan," Zheng Juzi instructed.

"What?" Crazy, this piece of clothing is only 7 yuan at the supply and marketing cooperative. Look again - it's better looking than the ones at the supply and marketing cooperative, very interesting, but a little hard to wear out.

Who would print “ten thousand yuan household” on their chest? No matter how much they want to be a ten thousand yuan household.

"Dad, whether the clothes can be sold depends on your promotion." Zheng Juzi made a cheering gesture.

What a sinful debt!

These were all debts owed from the previous life. Zheng Guixiang went into the house and changed into a vest directly, then took the rest to the farm.

The independent enrollment examination venue of No. 6 Middle School is located in the main school.

Although the two sisters are twins, they are fraternal twins. They look 60% alike but are easy to tell apart.

In the past, the two sisters' clothes and hairstyles were different and they didn't look like twins. But today, the two sisters had the same hairstyle, wore the same long skirt, and wore the same men's vest over short-sleeved shirts, with four bold black words "Pass every exam" printed on it. They attracted everyone's attention from the moment they entered the campus.

Many people went up to ask where the clothes were bought.

No matter how girls wear men's vests, which candidate doesn't like these four words?

"Take the exam first." Zheng Juzi always answered.

"Hey, isn't this the top scholar from that pig-farming family? Why doesn't the top scholar go to No. 1 Middle School to take the exam? Why does he squeeze in the same examination room with us? Is he afraid that he won't be admitted to No. 1 Middle School?" A girl with short hair looked at the two sisters in a sarcastic tone.

The short-haired girl is called Zheng Mengmeng and she is the daughter of Qi Xiaohua. After Zheng Qiang went to junior high school in the county, Qi Xiaohua tasted the sweetness of having an educated person in the family and spent money to send her daughter to primary school in the town.

It's a ridiculous story that makes people vomit blood. Zheng Mengmeng goes to the town primary school and it is Zheng Guixiang's money that is used, while his two daughters are still studying in the village.

Zheng Juzi smiled: "I heard that the food in the cafeteria of No. 1 Middle School is not delicious."

Zheng Hanqiu didn't care: "I'm used to sleeping in my own bed, I don't want to stay in a boarding house."

This absurd reason actually made sense to the two sisters when they sang the same tune - it's not that the elder sister couldn't pass the exam, it's that the elder sister didn't want to take the exam.

"How is that possible? You came here because you knew you wouldn't pass the exam?!" Zheng Mengmeng was unconvinced.

"Then why are you here?" Zheng Juzi asked back.

Zheng Mengmeng felt that she would not be able to get into No. 1 Middle School, and it would even be difficult to get into No. 6 Middle School, but she couldn't say it out loud because so many people appeared here, and it was obvious that they made No. 6 Middle School their first goal.

"You just can't pass the exam. That fortune teller is just talking nonsense and deliberately ostracizing my mother!"

The truth is the truth, but sometimes the truth is not important.

"Really?" Zheng Juzi was not angry. "How about you make a bet with me?"

"What are you betting on?" Zheng Mengmeng asked, and before she could say anything, she made a request in a hurry: "If you lose the bet, you have to ask my mother to continue working."

"Okay, if you lose the bet, you have to give me 60 yuan every month."