Ten Years Against the Current of Rebirth

I don’t know if it was because he had eaten Xu Xing’s boxed lunch once, but this time Yan Chijuan just hesitated a little and accepted Xu Xing’s excuse of “work lunch”.

For a little girl of her age, there are only three possibilities for eating less: either she is really sick, she is losing weight, or she really can't afford it.

Yan Chijuan really wanted to lose weight, but in the past two years, he had indeed lost a lot of weight by making steamed buns and pickled mustard every day. But what he wanted to lose most was that because of the weight loss, he actually became plumper.

So much so that she usually only wears school uniforms to barely cover her figure.

Xu Xing was eating on the side, and when he saw her opening the lid of the chicken leg rice and eating it, he couldn't help but smile.

Although this kind of sympathy seems a bit redundant for the reborn person, he does not feel that it is a waste of time and emotion.

Anyway, it's a win-win situation. Let his little model eat a little more, and the afternoon photo shoot will look better.

As for how much the photos taken can promote the sales of the online store, it only depends on God.

Once the online store was initially on track and the payment for the goods was settled for the first time, and Sun Wanhui knew that this thing could really make a lot of money, Xu Xing would no longer distract himself from it.

The subsequent advancement is left to my mother to figure out.

He only needs to give a hint at the critical moment.

Xu Xing now only hopes that the money earned by the online store in the first month will not be too much, lest his mother will feel that the amount is too high and worry that he, a child, cannot control his money and will deduct it from him.

That was the first pot of gold he planned to use as start-up capital.

Oh no, it should be the second pot of gold.

Thinking of this, Xu Xing glanced at Yan Chijiu's beautiful profile and smiled knowingly.

"Have you asked your relatives?"

After swallowing a mouthful of rice, Yan Chiju glanced at Xu Xing secretly and asked in a low voice.

"If you ask, I'll come to see you now." Xu Xing winked at her, leaned over and whispered, "We can shoot in the afternoon. I will help you get two sets of clothes. One set of clothes is 250 yuan, and I will take 50 yuan.

The remaining 200 yuan is yours."

As soon as he heard the exact number of 200 yuan, Yan Chijue's big eyes immediately lit up, "Then the total is 400 yuan?"

"Yes." Xu Xing nodded, "There will be another model this afternoon. You two can shoot together."

"Also, is there anyone else?" Yan Chijuan was a little panicked. He squeezed Kuaizi with his fingers and said nervously, "Then can we... shoot another day?"

"Don't be afraid, what are you afraid of when I'm here?" Xu Xing showed a trustworthy expression, "The 400-yuan business, I estimate, will only last for one or two hours. If the effect is good, I might come back to you in the future.

You took the photo."

Hearing that there might be another chance, and thinking that with the little money he had saved, he still had a long way to go before he could cover his tuition fees, Yan Chijue finally managed to overcome his psychological shortcomings and nodded in agreement.

But while he was going to the toilet after dinner, Yan Chiju walked to the front desk, said a few words to the network management girl there, and even took out his PHS to make a few signs.

After returning to his seat, Yan Chijuan was not in a hurry to leave with Xu Xing. Instead, he opened several online and web game interfaces.

Xu Xing looked at it with confusion, and then he watched Yan Chijue open a few plug-in software, and the characters in the game automatically started to fight monsters and pick up equipment.

Good guy, you really didn’t waste any time.

"Can this also make money?"

"Yes." Yan Chijiu nodded, "But these plug-ins are free and easy to detect. I have fixed the bugs, but it shouldn't be a big problem in an hour or two."

Xu Xing: "???"

"Wait!" Xu Xing suddenly realized a very serious problem, "Can you program?"

Yan Chijiu looked at his serious look and nodded subconsciously: "Yes."

“Is this still taught in high school?”

Yan Chijiu lowered his head and was silent for a moment, as if he was remembering something sad: "...I learned it by myself when I was a child."

Damn it, is it okay to teach yourself programming?

Xu Xing finally understood why Yan Chiju was the most proud disciple of his mentor in his previous life.

Although for talented people, self-taught programming may not be a shocking operation.

But for people like Xu Xing who have no talent, geniuses like Yan Chijuan are obviously on a higher platform.

Xu Xing originally thought that Yan Chijiu only started to get involved in computer programming when she was in college. It was normal for her to be very skilled when she was a graduate student. Although there were few female programmers, there were not none.

Later, Yan Chijuan took a high position in that foreign company and was the person in charge of a very important development project in the company. He was much more powerful than Xu Xingke.

Thinking of this, Xu Xing's eyes looked a little different when he looked at Yan Chijuan.

Originally, he thought that the most valuable thing about Yan Chi's current jealousy to him was to let her be a model for his online store.

He used Yan Chiju's perfect appearance to achieve the success of his online store, and Yan Chiju took this opportunity to get some small money so that her life would not be too difficult.

The two of them can benefit from each other and have a good relationship.

Later, when Yan Chijiu shows off his talent in computers, Xu Xing doesn't mind picking up the slack in advance and dragging Yan Chijiu into his team.

But what he didn't expect was that by the time he finished the college entrance examination, Yan Chijuan already had good programming skills.

For those who can make game plug-ins, no matter how poor their skills are, they can't be much worse.

However, Yan Chijuan can fix the bug, at least the basic programming level is there.

Xu Xing's next plan was that there was a demand for programmers. He originally planned to do it himself, but if that didn't work, he would look for reliable outsourcing online.

After all, he doesn't have many connections now, and he doesn't want to let his parents know too soon that he's not doing his job properly, so he can only do it so roughly.

But if he could have a little helper, his plan would be much easier.

Thinking of this, Xu Xing was about to speak, but hesitated for a moment and swallowed it back, feeling that the timing was not right.

Although the two people seemed to have a good relationship, they had only known each other for two or three days.

Yan Chijiu agreed to be a model only for the sake of money, not to mention his plan that seemed illusory to others.

How to convince Yan Chijiu to give up playing games to make money and instead invest in his team is a problem.

However, Xu Xing was not in a hurry. He just asked Yan Chijiu if he had done it. After confirming, he took her out of the Internet cafe and went straight to Jinghe Community.

…

"Xu Niannian! Open the door!"

Arriving at the door of his uncle's house, Xu Xing knocked on the door and shouted inside.

"I'm coming!"

Xu Niannian opened the door and looked behind Xu Xing curiously. At a glance, he saw the timid Yan Chiju hiding behind Xu Xing.

It's just that Yan Chijuan has short hair, his head lowered, and is wearing a bloated school uniform. Except for his fair and delicate face, everything else looks ordinary.

For a while, Xu Niannian was completely unable to connect Yan Chiju with the model.

"Why are you standing there, get out of the way." Xu Xing pushed Xu Niannian out of the way without any fuss, and called Yan Chijue into the house. While changing his shoes, he asked, "Have you brought all your clothes?"

"Bring it here." Xu Niannian was squeezed away, snorted and squeezed back again. His white arms rubbed against Xu Xing's exposed arms outside his short sleeves, and he pushed him away forcefully, and then welcomed Yan Chijuan with a wide smile.

, "Hello, classmate, welcome."

"H-Hello..." Yan Chijuan was obviously not good at dealing with a type like Xu Niannian, and he was stumbling when he spoke.

When she was in the Internet cafe, she could still pretend to be cold and silent, just leaving people there.

But when it comes time to socialize and talk, Yan Chijuan's timid and cautious temperament can no longer be concealed.

"Don't scare people." Xu Xing frowned, grabbed Xu Niannian's arm and pulled her away, "When you get the clothes, take her to change. You can wear sports hot pants and harem pants.

, a little suspender belt and a ladies shirt for her.”

"I know." Xu Niannian rolled her eyes at him, whispered into Xu Xing's ear and asked, "Are you two secretly talking about friends?"

Xu Xing was stunned by her bold guess, and immediately became speechless: "You must be sick, like an eighth-rate woman."

"Damn! I can't even care about you?" Xu Niannian kicked his exposed calf with her slender legs, expressing her dissatisfaction. It felt smooth and tender.

"Come on." Xu Xing curled his lips, walked behind her, held her fair and round shoulders and pushed her into the bedroom, "Hurry up and change your clothes. Don't bully others while you're in there."

"Hey." Xu Niannian shook him off and walked into the house on his long legs. After entering, he didn't forget to poke his head out and waved to the silent Yan Chiju, "Come in, sister.

Help you change clothes."

Yan Chiju glanced at Xu Xing, saw him nodding towards her, lowered his head and walked in. Finally, he was dragged into the bedroom by Xu Niannian.

Bang.

The bedroom door is closed.

Xu Xing fiddled with the camera Xu Niannian took out and pointed it in the direction of the balcony to get a feel for it.

The afternoon sun passes through the gaps between tall buildings and pours on the balcony and the floor of the living room, forming a wonderful composition with the shadows in the corners.

The two girls were changing clothes in the room, and Xu Xing was about to become their photographer.