After the Rebirth, I Was Targeted By the Boss

   Chapter 17 Making Money One

   got out of the car, closed the door, and the black Rolls-Royce drove away quietly until she turned the corner and the taillights disappeared, then she turned and walked towards the Donghe Urban Village on the opposite side.

In the Rolls-Royce, Jiang Ziyi carefully observed the man in the back seat through the rearview mirror, "Uncle, you..." He wanted to ask the man if he also liked Tang Qi, but he had no courage and felt that Not too possible.

   Mainly, Tang Qi looks too young, although she looks delicate and beautiful, but his uncle, a mature man who is almost 30 years old, will never like such a young girl.

  Jiang Ziyi thought to himself comfortably, and changed the subject, "Aiya, the little fairy looks small, but she can play well, a pair of twenty, it's totally true."

   "Small? Where did you see it was small?" The man sneered coldly.

   Jiang Ziyi was dumbfounded.

  No, the meaning in his uncle's words was what he thought in his heart? Or is he thinking too much?

   "I mean, the little fairy is so young, but her skills are so good. Hey, are all middle school students so good now? I think when I was studying..."

   "You are too weak." The man exposed reality.

   Can we still chat happily? Jiang Ziyi died in depression.

   "She's really good too." The man's low voice was objective and calm.

   "The hand is beautiful, white, smooth, and slender."

  Jiang Ziyi was stunned. His uncle always treated women with a sharp and vicious tongue, so why did he suddenly start talking nonsense.

   "No trace of special training."

   Even observed this? Afraid not to scan people inch by inch?

   "Are you going back to pick up Assistant Xu?" The driver, Xiao Xu, asked for instructions in a low voice.

   "Back to the villa."

  …

   Back to the tin house, my grandmother was shaking a banana fan and sitting at the door.

   "Grandma, I'm back."

   Hearing her voice, Grandma groped and stood up, "Have you eaten dinner? There's food left for you in the pot, and it's still hot."

"it is good."

  The rice was a bit waterlogged and the fried lettuce was a bit salty, but Tang Qi ate it clean.

  After rice, shabu-shabu bowls, boiled water for bathing, washing clothes, and men's handkerchiefs.

   Up to now, she doesn't know what a man is called.

   But it's not important, we won't deal with it in the future.

  I thought so, but I didn't throw away the handkerchief. I washed it clean, clipped it with bamboo clips, and dried it under the eaves.

   A good night's sleep.

  Tang Qi got up at five in the morning, washed her face with cold water, put on her school uniform, and went to the small park opposite Donghe Village to exercise.

  If you want to restore the strength of your previous life, with your current physical condition, you should train for at least two years without interruption, with a daily training volume of no less than six hours.

   She knows the truth that haste is not enough, and she already has a plan in her mind.

  The first month of adaptation, two hours of training in the morning, one hour of jogging, half an hour of strength and flexibility training, and one hour of jogging in the evening,

   After a month, slowly add speed, endurance, coordination, agility and other items.

   After exercising, I returned to the tin house, where my grandmother had already cooked the pickled vegetable porridge.

  Eating two bowls of vegetable porridge in a row did not feel full. Tang Qi took out two coins from the tin box that used to hold the sundries, and bought two steamed buns to eat. Only then did she feel satisfied.

   Top priority, make money to fill your stomach!

  Today is Sunday, and there are many merchants at the entrance of Century Building opposite to promote sales, which is very lively.

  Tang Qi is in a school uniform, with a delicate and beautiful face the size of a palm, and her long hair tied behind her head, giving her an indescribable sense of innocence.

   The manager in charge, who was already full of part-time workers, gritted his teeth and recruited her additionally.

   "According to the regulations, it is ten yuan an hour, three hours in the morning, noon and three in the evening. We originally hired two people for each time slot, but now you have one more. You decide whether you want to do it day or night."

  Tang Qi chose the day, took the flyers and started to distribute them along the road.

   A good face is a weapon. Before 11:30, the dispatch work in the morning was completed, of which Tang Qi's distribution amount accounted for more than half.

  The manager happily paid Tang Qi 30 yuan part-time fee, and did not forget to remind her to come on time in the afternoon.

   There were other booth managers who came to dig a corner, but she refused with a smile.

  People respect her a foot, and she pays back a foot.

   The hot 30 yuan she just received was exchanged for a portion of steamed pork ribs and brought back to the tin house.

   (end of this chapter)