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The episode just now did not affect Zhou Qingluo's enthusiasm for making money. He sorted out his mood, packed the leftover desserts from the banquet, and pushed them to the night market.

Lou Yang was dubious, and went to the night market with Zhou Qingluo to set up a stall.

In the noisy and dim night market, the exquisite dessert counters quickly attract people's attention.

Zhou Qingluo smiled and yelled, "Eat dessert after dinner. It's as sweet as first love, healthy and healthy, and happy like a fairy. Don't miss it when you pass by."

Lou Yang was stunned. Zhou Qingluo's first love looks like a tall and widowed song, and he just opened his mouth to make an ambiguous joke, which has a strong impact.

Passers-by probably felt the same as Lou Yang, and many people surrounded him after a while.

The appearance and quality of the desserts at the five-star hotel banquet must not be bad, and a group of people gathered around to see the appearance.

Someone asked: "How did this sell?"

Zhou Qingluo replied: "The [-] here, the [-] here, the production date is today, the shelf life is three days, buy four get one free."

Lou Yang couldn't figure out how Zhou Qingluo made the rules, but seeing more and more people buying, he believed in Zhou Qingluo's evil.

After a while, all the desserts were sold, and the two made a total of 4000 yuan.

Zhou Qingluo transferred 2000 yuan to Lou Yang.

Lou Yang was ecstatic, grabbed Zhou Qingluo's shoulder and kept shaking: "Qing Luo! You are so awesome!"

Zhou Qingluo: "Stop! I'm about to have a concussion."

"This is the first time I've made money!"

Zhou Qingluo was puzzled: "Aren't you working in a cake shop?"

"It's not a full moon yet, and Sister Cui hasn't paid me my salary yet."

Zhou Qingluo smiled and packed his things.

Lou Yang suddenly sighed dejectedly, "Oh, I knew that I had studied hard in college, so I wouldn't be so biased. I didn't even get my diploma, and I couldn't find a serious job."

At least Lou Yang went to a serious key university, but he was obsessed with games during his university days, and only liked programming classes. He was serious about subjects, and the school didn't issue a graduation certificate.

Everyone around him thinks he is a waste.

Zhou Qingluo: "Why are you looking for a serious job?"

"Earn money well, buy a house and a car and marry a wife."

"Then you are making good money now."

Lou Yang was encouraged, "I will have a rest tomorrow, and I will also work part-time to deliver food. Qing Luo, take me."

Zhou Qingluo: "Tomorrow I will rest too."

"...You will also rest? I thought you were working hard to make money."

"The body is the capital of revolution."

At this time, Zhou Qingluo's cell phone dinged, it was a message sent to him by Xingchen Original Comic Network.

[Dear Mr. Zhou Qingluo, the comic work "Broken Cocoon" published by you under the pseudonym "Sange" has passed the review of our company. We sincerely invite you to become our company's online contracted author. Please log in to the website to complete the information. 】

Zhou Qingluo put away the phone and smiled, then turned to Lou Yang and said, "You know how to program, and you can take private jobs."

Lou Yang hugged Zhou Qingluo excitedly and jumped up and down: "Qing Luo, you are the God of Wealth!"

"Yes, we will get richer and richer."

Lou Yang pointed to the Porsche on the road: "Look at that Porsche, it will be my brother's car from now on."

Zhou Qingluo pointed to the sky, "I'm different, I fly a plane."

Lou Yang calmed down and asked, "By the way, how did you come up with the idea of ​​selling it like this? Why do some cakes that are all the same sell for fifteen and some for twelve? Is there any trick?"

"By dividing the price into two parts, customers can choose from a smaller range, and naturally they can buy what they want quickly. Most of the night markets are parties of three or two people. If you buy four and get one free, there are three, four and five people. There is a high probability that you will buy four at the party, which meets the requirements of most people, understand?"

Lou Yang was convinced, and gave him a thumbs up: "Qing Luo, have you sold it before?"

Zhou Qingluo scolded with a smile: "You just sold it."

"I said selling cakes, why are you so yellow?"

"I'm also talking about selling cakes, why are you so yellow?"

The two were so happy that it seemed that what they earned was not 4000 yuan, but 4000 million.

The two were chatting passionately about their dreams on the side of the main road in the middle of the night, but they didn't know that Song Ling was sitting in the black Porsche that was speeding up.

The person who came to pick up Song Ling was Jiao Zuo.

Jiao Zuo went to other places to do errands, so he couldn't see Song Ling. In the end, as he expected, this guy went to Jiang Shiyan's school entrance banquet.

Jiao Zuo was not surprised that Song Ling made such a self-abuse revenge behavior. What surprised him was that he actually received a call from Song Ling himself, asking him to pick him up.

Now that Song Ling went to Jiang Shiyan to be tortured, Jiao Zuo was ready to search for him all over the world.

Unexpectedly, when he arrived at the hotel, Song Ling was sitting on the sofa in the lobby of the hotel. His body was a little dirty, and there were bloodstains on his chest, as if he had been pressed to the ground and beaten.

Jiao Zuo said angrily, "Damn it, you were beaten?"

Song Ling raised his eyes and gave him a cold look.

Jiao Zuo was amused by his own thoughts, Song Ling had always beaten others, who would dare to beat him.

"Who did you hit? It's bloody."

Song Ling kept silent with a dark face, and walked into the car in a muffled voice.

Until now, he hasn't said a word, just like a pool of stagnant water.

Jiao Zuo couldn't help but taunt him: "No one invited you, you are self-torturing by running over, you deserve what you deserve, what's so good about Jiang Shiyan, didn't you just save you once in the swimming pool when you were ten years old? As for thinking about it until now?"

Song Ling couldn't tell what was good about Jiang Shiyan, but after he returned to the Song family, Jiang Shiyan was the only one who was willing to treat him well.

Jiao Zuo talked to himself, but there was no response. The car passed by the small night market. Song Ling, who had been silent all night, suddenly had a reaction. He sat up straight and looked out the window.

Jiao Zuo followed his gaze and saw two men talking and laughing beside the bustling night market, hugging each other, very affectionate.

Still talking about selling or not selling.

Jiao Zuo knew about Song Ling's sexual orientation. He had been bruised all over by Jiang Shiyan just now, and it was another blow for him to see such an intimate scene.

Jiao Zuo: "Tsk, today's young people really don't know how to behave, how decent they are, and they are outrageous in public."

Song Ling was unmoved, still staring straight out of the window.

It happened to be a red light, Jiao Zuo stopped the car, and the young couple dared to point at his car.

Just as Jiao Zuo wanted to curse, he took a closer look, only to realize that the young couple's taller person looked familiar.

But the topic is a bit exciting, they are discussing whether to sell or not.

Jiao Zuo: "Fuck! Isn't that Zhou Qingluo!"

Jiao Zuo recognized the person, and suddenly became irritable.

He didn't come to Song Ling, so he went to sell it?

Jiao Zuo: "He sold it?"

He was so excited that his voice was out of tune.

Jiao Zuo felt that Song Ling was a bit miserable, Bai Yueguang was about to go abroad, and the substitute was also half-hearted, a scumbag harvester in the new era.

Jiao Zuo said bitterly: "It seems that people who look like Jiang Shiyan are not good things."

Song Ling couldn't bear it anymore, gritted his teeth and said the first sentence of the night: "I'm going to sell cakes. You idiot."

For a moment, Jiao Zuo didn't know who Song Ling was defending.

Song Ling rubbed his still aching abdomen, closed the car window angrily, turned his head with a dark face, and said coldly the second sentence of the night: "Like a fart."

Jiao Zuo was taken aback, wondering if it was his illusion, Song Ling seemed a little aggrieved like this.

Song Ling glanced out of the window again, and sneered: "Is this to live well?"

Jiao Zuo is incredible, this...

Did Song Ling have a desire to survive?Tomorrow he will go to have a good chat with the psychiatrist about this matter.

Zhou Qingmu was going to go abroad in a few days, Zhou Shoulin calculated the old calendar, and it was a good day today, it just so happened that Zhou Qingluo had a rest and it was suitable for celebration.

Zhou Shoulin got up early and went to the market, and cooked a large table of vegetables. Zhou Qingluo was busy until the early hours of the day before, and slept until the sun was high. When they came together, the room was full of food.

When the family was eating around the table, Zhou Qingmu said, "Dad, I don't want to study abroad anymore, I want to work."

Zhou Shoulin helped the two children serve chicken soup, and said with a smile: "I will have plenty of time for work in the future, so I will read as much as I can."

Zhou Qingmu: "Mingde Hospital has decided to officially hire me, and I'm going to work."

Zhou Shoulin: "You study first."

Zhou Qingmu: "I won't go."

Zhou Shoulin was a little anxious: "You child, this spot is so rare! You are the only one in the whole school, and you are given a full scholarship over there, and the tuition fee is already covered. Dad can still afford the living expenses."

"I'm not going!"

The atmosphere suddenly cooled down.

Of course Zhou Qingluo knew what Zhou Qingmu was thinking. She didn't want to spend money and wanted to leave it to him to learn painting.

Zhou Qingluo sighed slowly, and said pitifully, "Is no one listening to me? I have a lot of good news to announce."

The two looked at him in unison.

Zhou Qingluo took out a wad of cash from his pocket and put it on the table.

Zhou Qingluo said triumphantly: "This is the extra money I earned by delivering food this month, eighteen thousand!"

The deterrent effect of the RMB is visible to the naked eye, and both of them stared straight at it.

Zhou Qingluo took out another small wad of money and slapped it on the table, "This is the manuscript fee I earned for the comic magazine, two thousand."

Zhou Qingmu felt incredible: "Aren't you good at painting? How can you make money by painting?"

Zhou Qingluo laughed: "I said I can't paint murals, but I can still draw comics."

Zhou Qingluo: "The last piece of good news is that I have signed a contract with Xingchen Original Comic Network!"

Zhou Qingmu was stunned. Xingchen Original Comics Network has its own magazine, which is a very popular base for original comics in the market. Many well-known masters and members of the Art Association have grown up on this website. Being able to sign this website, Basically a professional painter.

For example, her favorite manga god 'Oath'.

Zhou Qingmu: "Really? Don't lie to me!"

Zhou Qingluo: "If it's fake, it's guaranteed."

Zhou Shoulin didn't know what they were talking about, so he asked, "Do you have five insurances and one housing fund when you sign with that website?"

"Five insurances and one gold are all trivial matters." Zhou Qingluo pointed at the pile of money enthusiastically, "If the painting is good, one page will have the same income as today, and if it is published, the income will be even better. Cars, isn’t it just a matter of buying and buying, when the time comes, we can go as we please and travel all over the great rivers and mountains of the motherland.”

Zhou Qingluo smiled and described his life in his previous life to them.

Zhou Qingmu's eyes lit up: "The great god swore that publishing a comic would cost millions, but it's a pity that he doesn't draw much now."

Zhou Qingluo patted his chest: "A mysterious superstar is about to rise on Xingchen."

The power of money dispelled the gloomy atmosphere, and Zhou Shoulin was also eager to try: "I'm in good health during this time, and I will buy another electric car and deliver food."

Zhou Qingluo thought for a while, and said solemnly: "Dad, stop delivering food, your cooking is so delicious, let's cook live."

Zhou Shoulin quickly waved his hand: "No, no, it's a lot of age, it's embarrassing not to take pictures of that thing."

Zhou Qingluo invigorated the atmosphere, looked at Zhou Qingmu, and said with a smile: "Zhou Qingmu, I now have a monthly salary of [-] yuan and a bright future. What are you worried about? Life is short and you have to hesitate if you have a dream. You are good for the patients."

Zhou Qingmu paused, lowered his head, his eyes were sore, tears fell down, and he laughed while crying.

Zhou Qingluo toasted: "I wish Zhou Qingmu success in his studies, cheers!"

Although only 2 yuan was a drop in the bucket for a difficult life, Zhou Qingluo knew that they had already seen hope in the swamp.

Zhou Qingluo took a day off and started delivering food again.

The strange thing is that the food delivery platform is being maintained and upgraded, and orders cannot be accepted.

The small group of takeaways who had been as quiet as a chicken boiled up.

It is said that during the daily maintenance of the programmers this morning, they found traces of hackers attacking the background, but they could not trace the hackers, but the website did not suffer any losses.

When the programmers patched the loopholes, they discovered that there was a more fatal loophole in the background. Once hackers with ulterior motives attacked, the website’s revenue and rider’s information would be stolen in minutes.

The trace left by the hacker seems to be deliberately guiding them to fix the loopholes.

It was rare for Zhou Qingluo to be free, looking at the endlessly flowing streets, and took out his tablet computer to draw.

The days of delivering food during this period brought him a lot of inspiration. He likes such a busy and real life, and wants to record every minute and every second.

It wasn't until the mobile phone prompted the order information that Zhou Qingluo put away the tablet, put on the helmet, and set off.

The sunflowers on the helmet sway against the rising sun, full of vitality.

Zhou Qingluo received an order to send an abnormally spicy snail noodles to the lakeside park. He was afraid of sending snail noodles and put them in a takeaway box. The whole takeaway box smelled like this, and it was not safe to ride by hand.

Zhou Qingluo was very curious about what kind of weird person would eat abnormally spicy snail noodles in the open air in the early morning of a scorching hot day.

Zhou Qingluo came to the designated place by the lake with curiosity, and when he saw that person, he wanted to turn around and leave.

Song Ling sat on the bench under the willow tree with his notebook in his arms, and there were already many takeaway boxes piled up beside him.

The packaging boxes are all the same, and they are all snail noodles from the same family.

There are at least twenty copies.

As expected of him.

Zhou Qingluo put on the mask, put on the black sun visor on the helmet, and handed him the takeaway: "Sir, your takeaway has arrived."

Song Ling didn't look up, as if he didn't hear it, his fingers were clacking on the laptop keyboard.

Zhou Qingluo put down the takeaway, turned around and left.

As soon as he took a step, he heard the laptop close with a click, and Song Ling's cold voice sounded: "Zhou Qingluo."

Zhou Qingluo didn't seem to hear it, so he quickened his pace and walked in the direction of the electric car.

Song Ling got up, walked in front of Zhou Qingluo in two or three steps, blocked his way, and rubbed his abdomen suggestively.

Zhou Qingluo: "..." It's like pretending to be a man.

Song Ling said eloquently: "Yesterday you beat me up and threw me in the toilet without caring about it. Let's forget about it?"

???

What does it mean for the villain to file a complaint first?

This is called the villain to file a complaint first!

It's okay not to mention this matter, but Zhou Qingluo would be outraged if he mentioned it.

He lifted up the black visor on the helmet, took off the mask, and gritted his teeth to complain: "If you didn't act like a crazy person, hugging, hugging, licking and biting me as soon as you came up, I would beat you?"

Song Ling stared at him silently for two seconds, then said expressionlessly, "There's no need to describe it in such detail."

"..."

Zhou Qingluo was speechless.

Unexpectedly, Song Ling said with an innocent face: "Zhou Qingluo, if you kick me three inches further, I will be inhumane."

Zhou Qingluo was silent for two seconds, realizing that it was useless to lose his temper with someone like Song Ling.

After all, this person is professional in beating him up.

He rode on the scooter, patted the empty space behind him, turned his head towards Song Ling, and said domineeringly, "Come on, I'll take you to the andrology department for a checkup."

Song Ling: "..."

"If you don't save it, you won't be able to behave humanely in the future, and you'll have to rely on me."