Lying Win: My villains are all reborn

Chapter 68: There is no one else with such business acumen (Second update, please give me your support, okay)

"Pfft."

Jia Sheng was amused by his younger brother's emotion, "You got an advantage and acted like a good boy."

"Brother, I want to go back to when I was two years old and see how I dealt with that scumbag who hurt our mother."

"Brother, let's not discuss that bastard anymore."

Jiaqing's tone was full of hatred, "I can't maintain my two-year-old mentality when it comes to him."

"Besides, I wasn't born yet at that time, how boring is that?"

"You're right."

Jiasheng lamented, "When I was two years old, Xinxin was just born."

"If I really go back to that time, maybe I will make you cease to exist."

"So, it's best now. Mom can keep it, and none of our three sisters will be missing."

Jiaqing sweated, then smiled and said, "What's more, we now, with the memories of our previous life, will definitely be able to live better than anyone else."

"Okay, let's not talk about these things. Go to sleep. When you grow up, you will miss your young days."

Jia Sheng didn't want to mention that person, so he patted his younger brother lightly with his little hand, "Be good, we have plenty of time in this life, so take care of those people."

"Don't be in a hurry, you won't get anything done in a hurry."

"I know."

Jiaqing muttered something in a low voice, and soon there was a slight cry.

"It's still too young. When drowsiness comes, I fall asleep immediately."

Hearing his brother's even breathing, Jia Sheng sighed secretly and went over the profitable business he was about to do in his mind before falling asleep.

…

In the days that followed, the adults were busy making cotton-padded clothes, while Jiaxin and Jiaqing covered their brother and let him do what he wanted to do.

Not long after, Wen Nian learned from the villagers that his son was selling bubble gum with a group of children older than him.

A long snack made of rice flour with a hollow center, which children especially like.

That night, Wen Nian didn't work overtime to make clothes. She waited until the two younger ones went to bed before looking for her eldest son.

"Sheng'er, can you tell mom what you are busy with these days?"

Facing his mother's question, Jiasheng hesitated for a moment, nodded and said, "Mom, I actually didn't do anything."

"Just seeing how hard you work every day for this family, I just want to help."

As he spoke, he observed his mother's reaction. He saw that his mother's expression did not change, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The boy had no choice but to continue: "So I used the money I had left to buy medicine for you and the money I got from selling a lot of fish to buy some bubble gum and sell it."

"Well, of course, in order to make more money, I discussed it with a manager at the candy factory..."

As the child narrated, Wen Nian realized that his child not only had an agreement with the processing factory to make every ten pieces cheaper for one minute.

Then a big bag packed neatly contains a hundred sticks, which is a dime cheaper.

Then he turned around and asked his friends to help him sell it.

As for whether the friends sold it or couldn't help but eat it, he didn't care, as long as the money they handed over was enough.

Of course, he didn't let his friends work in vain. For every bag sold, he gave them eight cents for running errands.

For these children, eight qian is already a lot, and they can make more money than if they did it themselves.

Why?

My children can eat whatever they want, and in the end they all eat it themselves.

If you sell it for others, they won't be so bold, and if you make money and buy it to eat, it tastes particularly delicious.

Wen Nian looked at the child in front of him with complicated eyes.

He is worthy of being the villain in the book who worked hard to become a small business emperor by his own abilities. His business ability is better than that of her mother.

But she can't let her children think that as long as they make money, it's a good thing.

Nor can it dampen children's enthusiasm.

(End of chapter)