Chapter 5 chapter Five

Lin Lihong was depressed, "I thought it would be a matter of course." "You overestimate the appeal of Universal Daily, and you underestimate the wisdom of your predecessors." "I didn't expect retirement life to be so comfortable. Are you asking us to experience it on purpose?" Nuo Qin shook her head, "I don't think so. If you want to show off, you can ask the weekly magazine to take a photo. They really want to invite us to have a cup of tea." "Hey, you should still be partners with Wensi as usual." "I'm retiring too." Nuo Qin was envious.

"You, do you eat northwest wind?" Really, still wearing a T-shirt with ground pins, how can you say you are retiring. Nuo Qin sighed, "It turns out that even if a writer wants to become popular, he must be matched with the right time, place and people." Lin Lihong went on: "The weather is favorable for the economy, many bosses are eager to run newspapers, the location is favorable, everyone has freedom of speech, and people and readers appreciate it. Both are indispensable." "Very well said." "The times are a little bit worse now." The two editors returned to the city listlessly, neither of them wanted to go back to work, they went to the mall.

"Pop gray." "Already gray-headed, no, I resist gray." "Then wear scarlet." "Any old woman who wants to grab attention wears red." "This brand looks good." Nuoqin snorted and laughed, "One compiling and one writing, all are handmade, no big family, no dowry, save some flowers, what a show." "Cen Nuoqin, you are quite interesting." "Lin Lihong, talking to you is a pleasure." "People will say you win over editors." "I've always ignored what others said. Over the years, there have been endless stories of darkness in the literary world. For a while, everyone claimed to be the boss's guest, bullying the editor."

"Hush." "It's long, it's not appropriate to say too much." After a while, Nuo Qin remembered and asked, "Have you seen Ms. Wu Siben?" Lin Lihong shook his head. Editors come, editors go, no one cares. "Is Guan Chaoqin a good boss?" Lin Lihong replied calmly: "At least I won't ask the assistant editor to pour coffee yesterday." Ah, it turns out that Wu Si should not have run away with the wind all the time. Lin Lihong said: "I have changed the title of your novel, and now it is called 20 years old. I am a little emotional."

"What's so great about being twenty years old?" "Hey, I can't get into college, I'm broken in love, my looks and qualifications are average, and I can't be a beauty queen. I have a lot of troubles." It is true. "Hurry up and start writing." "No matter how hard you work, you can't write about European sports cars." "Everyone thinks that way, all the supplements have to be opened, so childish, it's a shame that you are still the host of the mailbox." "It's tiring." "me too." Both of them smiled wryly.

In the end, it was Nuo Qin who sent the editor back to the newspaper office before returning home. The ex-brother-in-law was waiting for her downstairs. Gao Jiliang was even more ragged this time, even his suit jacket was gone. Not to mention that Nuo Qin was a little startled when he saw him, even the building manager looked around worriedly. "Qinqin, let's have a cup of tea together." Nuoqin felt a little sad, "Okay." The administrator came over with an excuse, "Miss Cen, are you all right?" "fine." She took him to a nearby tearoom. "Where's your Mercedes?"

"If I cut off the payment, I would have been towed away by the garage long ago." Nuoqin lowered her head. "Qinqin, I'm going to Australia the day after tomorrow, and I'm here to say goodbye to you today." "what?" "There is still business to do over there, my friend is willing to save me, and I will take the opportunity to avoid debts." Nuo Qin didn't know what to say for a while, and suddenly said, "The Chinese are excluded over there." "The most excluded people in the world are the poor." Nuo Qin didn't speak anymore, what he said was the truth.

"I want to borrow a plane ticket from you." "Oh yes." She immediately issued a cash check and handed it to Gao Jiliang. "Thank you Qinqin." "You're welcome." He suddenly said, "Tell your sister to be careful, it's not what it used to be." Is this intimidation?Nuo Qin's voice stiffened, "What do you mean?" Gao Jiliang was taken aback, "You don't know what business she does?" Nuoqin raised her eyes, "She makes women's accessories like earrings and headbands for wholesale export." "Gao Jiliang stared at her, and then said for a moment: "Yes, yes, Qinqin, I will pay you double the money as soon as I turn over. "

"Don't worry, you value yourself a lot." Gao Jiliang was grateful, "Qinqin, you are a good person, whoever marries you will be blessed." He got up and left. A year ago, he was still an upstart with a chest and a protruding belly. He has committed all the crimes that should be committed: greed, lust, arrogance, profligacy... Today, even his steps are staggering. At first he thought that the city would be on the soles of his feet, but now he has become the mud on the soles of the city's feet. While meditating, someone approached, "Miss, can I give you a lift?"

At first glance, it was Li Zhongfu. "Why are you here?" No surprise. "I came to deliver fruit to you. The administrator said that a suspicious man went to drink coffee with you. I was worried, so I followed. Who is that?" "Didi's father." Li Zhongfu was surprised, "It's not like that." Nuo Qin was speechless with emotion, "The black hole sucked away all the property." "However, besides money, a person should also have other things. We should not subtract wealth, but laugh at zero." "I do not understand."

Li Zhongfu explained: "A person's temperament, knowledge and moral cultivation...has nothing to do with money." Nuoqin suddenly laughed, "No, no, the city has been prosperous for more than 20 years, and it has gradually evolved or degenerated to the point where the s symbol is removed. Everything is not important, and even writers can only flaunt around: My manuscript fee is the highest in the city, no People get paid more than I do... Everything is advertised as money, and the money is gone, and there is nothing." Li Zhongfu supported his head with his hands, "Money is indeed very important, but there should be other things in life." Money is of course good. Today, even if you can’t donate officials, you can also donate various doctorates. With wealth, you can hire retired foreign academic professors to translate works into English, publish them at your own expense with an international publishing house, and hold grand academic research. Yes, air tickets, board and lodging and gifts are included, please speak well... Why try to fight for the government's mere literary and art subsidies? If you can't win, you will start a civil war and insult each other. "Why silent?" "Thinking about the benefits of money." "The only good thing about being rich is that you don't have to worry about money anymore." At this time, the mobile phone rang. Nuoqin went to listen, "Hello, hello." "Miss Cen Nuoqin? This is Huaren Bank. You wrote a cash check for 30,000 yuan this morning, but there is insufficient funds in the checking account." Ah?How is it possible, unless the newspaper does not deposit the manuscript fee check as scheduled. As soon as money was mentioned, money troubles followed. "We have checked that you have cash in your regular account, please come and do the overdraft procedure immediately." "I'll be right there." When I went to the bank to check, heh, a certain magazine owed five months of remuneration. But Cen Nuoqin didn't know anything, and wrote the check in a daze. Li Zhongfu was very sympathetic, "What if you really rely on manuscript fees to support your family?" Nuoqin was annoyed, "Part-time work as a civil servant." "Why do so many people aspire to be writers?" "Because I am ignorant and incompetent, I am not qualified to be a civil servant." "Hey." "When there is a good time, you can advance the manuscript fee and charge interest." "Have you tried it?" "I'm the oldest, how can I lose to a second- and third-tier writer like me? If I had the ability, I would have been a civil servant." Seeing that his girlfriend was determined to tease him, Li Zhongfu accepted it. "You don't intend to pursue it?" "He is a well-off businessman. He must have had to do something to get to where he is today. It is right to give him some time. Of course, if he is willing to sell his wife's jewelry, it will be enough to pay for the manuscript fee. However, no businessman will do that." "Are you still planning to continue submitting manuscripts?" "Although I'm not qualified to be a civil servant, I'm not a fool. Of course I won't repay my service in vain." "Then magazines are always affected." "That depends on the boss's plan." "How old is it?" "Thirty years old brand." "It's really discouraging. When one wave comes down, the whole army is wiped out." "Are you still soaking in the salty sea? You haven't landed yet? Tsk tsk tsk, are you still worried about the wind and waves? Senior civil servants, you should have already planned." Li Zhongfu was angry about it. Nuoqin laughed and cursed, but she was very active in her heart. She devoted herself to this industry at a young age and sacrificed a lot. She never expected to encounter the storm of the century when she was born. Whether she can wear it well or not depends on whether she has the ability to reach the sky or not. When other industries encounter wage arrears and food cuts, they will immediately go to government agencies to demonstrate and protest!But the writer encountered this kind of thing, They will only swallow their breath, lest it will be publicized and damage their reputation. Nuo Qin shook her head and sighed. When I got home, I saw a stack of letters from readers, and the editorial department left a message: "Please choose more interesting letters." Nuo Qin muttered and cursed: "Do you want to guide the boudoir to have fun?" I'm afraid someone will reply with a hippie smile: "I wish I could." There is a special letter: "I plan to immigrate to Canada, but I heard that the country implements semi-socialism, and the welfare is so good: in a public elementary school, one teacher teaches 26 normal students, but another teacher takes care of 1 Is it a good idea to throw precious resources into such a bottomless pit? Is a country overflowing with humanitarianism suitable for petty bourgeois immigrants?" Nuo Qin moved the corner of her mouth slightly. She called the editorial department: "I want to see Vance's answer." After a while, the answer came: "There is limited information, no comment." Hey, let’s be honest, what you know is what you know, what you don’t know is what you don’t know, that’s what you know. Nuo Qin also wrote the answer: "There are a lot of strange things in foreign countries. I am brave and brave. Think clearly when you go." For the first time, Wen Si and Wen Bi had the same opinion. Somehow, the editor chose to publish the letter instead. Readers are raving. "Canada is such an advanced country." "Everyone has the right to life, and advanced countries do not implement an elite elimination system." "What kind of cold-blooded person would concubine avoid such benefits." "What do you think when you have a child with a weak mind?" "Don't look too good at others. Applicants with problem children are often not approved to immigrate." Lonely Heart Mailbox is still so popular, other imitators are far behind. This club is called a rare flower in the light market. Behind every successful thing there is jealousy and slander, and there are also many people who regard Evans and writing as poisonous weeds, which must be eliminated as soon as possible. ──"Two invisible pens with hidden heads and tails, each character is like a cancerous tumor, causing harm to the world and poisoning the hearts of readers." Wow, is it that powerful? "At first glance, I knew it was Zhen Sumou and Wu Moujuan's pen names. They played tricks, sang together, answered one-on-one, performed a play, and acted like a clown." Nuoqin read it and felt very uncomfortable. If you hold an ice cream cone in your hand, someone will always be jealous, especially at this time, it seems that only this mailbox can stand up. "A crooked wind is blowing in the literary world, the little monsters in the temple are windy, and the water is shallow." This is also the price that must be paid on the road of famous publications: dealing with pairs of red eyes. Nuoqin spread out another reader letter. "Wenbi, I met a beautiful woman, she never appeared in the daytime, we only met at night, she took me to her house, ah, really? It's an indescribably wonderful place, no window, no clock , only music, good food, and good wine, I was confused, I don't know what to do, please advise." Nuoqin is really envious, "Like Las Vegas, the casino there has no windows and no clock. The purpose is not to let people know what time it is, and to let guests go home so that they can have fun forever. Your girlfriend's house must also No ceiling lights, just a soft little table lamp, enjoy the atmosphere, you are a lucky man." Wen Si replied like this: "Go home quickly, this woman must have bad intentions, just think about it, there is no free lunch in the world..." He has been rambling for more than 500 words. In Wen Si’s eyes, a thorn is a thorn, and an eye is an eye. I will pay you ten yuan, but you can’t redeem ninety-nine cents. I can’t find a romantic cell in my body. It's funny to call Cen Nuoqin. However, Nuoqin also understands that it can only be good-looking if there is Wensi on the other side who sings the opposite, otherwise, it will fall into the cliché, Wu Siben's old bottle of new wine is very brilliantly designed. It's a pity that this lady has retired before she has completed her career, and I don't know where she went. If you want to look for her, of course you can find her, but what should you say when you meet her? He must have forgotten her on purpose. Before that, there were quite a few eulogizing records in the press magazine: "Tea party with Ms. Wu Siben, one of the three giants of this newspaper..." "Miss Wuthburn said well that the literary world needs new blood." "Under the wise leadership of Wu Siben, the supplement is thriving, and the blood is gone." Now everything remains the same, just cut off the word Wu Siben and fill in Guan Chaoqin. Nuoqin is infinitely weak. This is a retrogression in social ethos. It has progressed to the point of focusing on strength rather than personnel relations, fair competition, and the capable win the championship. Now it is individualistic and ganged up. It is simply going back to the 1960s. Of course, Cen Nuoqin would not speak from the bottom of her heart. Clearing the snow in front of her house is just a job, so there is no need to work hard. This is also a sign of discouragement. In the evening, when I came to my sister's house, I saw Xiao Didi pretending to be an adult. Nuoqin couldn't help laughing, and thanks to Tingfeng, she had so many games to lend to her daughter. Look, diamond necklaces, pearl earrings, feather shawls, gauze skirts, high-heeled slippers studded with beads..." Nuoqin laughed loudly, "Halloween is here, it's always beneficial to go out to beg for candy in this costume." Ting Feng also laughed at the side, "Many socialites have no better taste than Di Di." After a while, I got tired of washing and washing, took off my clothes and went to do my homework. Nuoqin took the necklace casually, eh, she is a person who knows the goods, and the tentacles only feel heavy?It doesn't look like a fake, she looked carefully; the handwork is so meticulous, "Sister, this is the real thing." Ting Feng smiled, "So this brand is very popular, and it is extremely popular." "Oh, it's almost unreal." "True and fake, it's not about jewelry, but about identity. How expensive can this kind of external thing be? It's really useless if you don't look good, or you have a heart of showing off, and your posture is extremely vulgar." Nuo Qin raised her head, she felt something was wrong, but couldn't tell what it was for a while. Ting Feng asked: "Is Mr. Gao coming to see you?" "Ah, here we go again." "Still want money?" "He said he wanted to develop in Australia." "Hmph, Australia is so big, which province and which port?" Nuoqin said: "Settle down, he will have news for me." "When the money is used up, I will definitely show up to find you." Nuo Qin didn't answer. She was playing with the pair of fake South Sea pearl earrings in her hand. "Like it? Take it and wear it." Nuoqin conveniently clamped it on the earball. "If he comes to you again! You can call the police." There is no emotion at all. She didn't even want him to fall down for her to see, and she didn't feel happy about his downfall, only disgusted, afraid of getting her upper body. Totally a stranger. Nuoqin once answered the pronunciation like this: "To be honest, I hope that my ex-boyfriend will be successful in his career, gain both fame and fortune, and be famous internationally. I don't want to be famous, but I just don't want to be implicated, lest good people will chew maggots and usually slander other people's husband and wife relationship. It's not good, it's not the gods and relatives, it's not the wife of Xiangfu, it's the widowed mother or the old lady, it's hard to tell them apart." What's the use of telling him to regret it one day?Like Cen Tingfeng, he has already wiped out all the memories of his ex-husband. After receiving the postcard from Gao Jiliang from Australia, Nuo Qin heaved a sigh of relief. He didn't lie to auntie. There were only three lines on the postcard, and Nuoqin read it twice: "Helping a friend work on a boat. There are many Vietnamese people, and they are very vicious. Working twelve hours a day is extremely tiring, but there is a way out." Literally not very fluent, but Nuo Qin understood what he meant. It's really amazing to be willing to endure hardship like this, as if going back to ten years ago, when he was working as a commission agent, I heard from him that a pair of leather shoes would be ruined in ten days. The letter has no address and is postmarked in Sydney. That day, Nuoqin slept quite well. The next day, she went to the street wearing fake earrings. In the mall, a fashionable lady chased after her and asked, "Miss, where are the earrings?" Confused, Nuoqin pointed to a certain French jewelry agency, and the lady thanked her happily and left. Nuo Qin chanted: "I sold three hundred fakes a day, but I couldn't sell a real one in three years. Alas, when fakes are real, they are also fake." She invited Lin Lihong to drink tea. " Lin Lihong came with a person. She raised her voice and introduced: "Nuo Qin, this is Guan Chaoqin." Even though it was an accident, Nuo Qin couldn't say anything, and greeted her with a smile all over her face: "I've heard the name for a long time, and it's like thunder." These eight words are always beneficial. That Guan was also courteous, and immediately took out several original novels written by Cen Nuoqin and asked for autographs, saying that they were entrusted by friends. The scene is hypocritical and harmonious. Guan Jun, a new middle-aged man, has ordinary appearance and knowledge, but his eyes are piercing. "I didn't expect Miss Cen to be so beautiful." "Call Nuoqin." Lin Lihong felt that the meeting was very successful, and he was a little proud of himself. Guan asked about Nuoqin's past intentionally or unintentionally. The national flag has been changed, and Nuo Qin gently brushed off Liu Ying, implicitly expressing how honorable it is to serve the Universal Publishing Organization. Guan Chaoqin was completely accepted, as if he was no longer a wage earner, but one of the founders of the universe, speaking on behalf of the universe. He talked endlessly, pouring out his ambitions: how to reform the literary world, how to promote new talents, the heavens will send him a big task, and he has worked very hard. Nuoqin is blindly obsessed. There were not many people who could sit comfortably, and they didn't know where they were going in a blink of an eye, but Cen Nuoqin had to entertain him today, so why offend this person. Guan Chaoqin was quite satisfied with Cen Nuoqin. "Lihong, do an exclusive interview with Nuoqin, and enlarge the color photo so that readers in the city can see it as soon as they open the newspaper." Nuo Qin quickly replied: "Thank you, thank you." Guan Chaoqin suddenly put his hand on Nuoqin's shoulder excitedly. Nuoqin lightly moved his arm to one side, and took off his hand without showing any trace, "I'm going to the bathroom." Lin Lihong saw it in his eyes and secretly admired it. Guan's gaze never left Cen Nuoqin's slender back. "Big eyes, unmarried, in her twenties, really worthy of popularity." The tone is a bit like the 1950s dancing girl class. "Do you have a close boyfriend?" Lin Lihong asked cleverly, "What do you think?" "Life must be normal." "Of course, I don't know how many people pursue Cen Nuoqin." Guan Chaoqin's tone was suddenly the chief producer of a film company: "Give her a contract and ask her to write for us exclusively." Lin Lihong hesitated. "Just give it a try." He encouraged the assistant. Nuo Qin came back, she said politely: "I still have something to do, I want to go a step earlier." Guan said, "Let's have dinner together next time." Nuoqin backed away with a smile, and her smile didn't fade when she walked to the street. Alas, I thought that from now on, I would be in power, and I could make great achievements. She goes into the mall. Suddenly remembered that her sister's wallet was old and the seams fell off, she wanted to sell a new pair for Tingfeng by the way. At this time, two girls came and surrounded her. "Miss Cen, we are your readers, please sign for me." Nuo Qin gladly signed. "Miss Cen, we love to see you writing the Lonely Heart Club mailbox." What? "Wenbi is your pen name, right?" "Why is it called Wenbi? Wouldn't it be better to call it Wenli? Because your answers are the most sensible, which is just the opposite of Wensi's sentimentalism." "Otherwise, it is as appropriate to be called Wenzhi." Nuo Qin looked at the innocent faces of the readers, her nose suddenly became sore, ah, only they are sensible people, and nothing can be hidden from their eyes. They always knew that the writing style was Cen Nuoqin. "Miss Cen, please don't take color photos anymore, there are already too many female writers who like to take photos with their heads on." "Please work hard to write, two or three novels a year are too few, write more, we are eagerly looking forward to it." "Yes Yes Yes." Such hard work, writing word by word at the desk, if it is not for the readers, who would be patient to do that, and the salary will be paid in a mere way, and there is no place to complain. All the hard work for the readers is worth it. The two readers wished her well before leaving. Nuoqin let out a long breath. Really, how long has it been since I sat down to write a novel. "It has always been said that nothing will happen in prosperity, and there is nothing good to say. Finally, the great era has come and the society is in turmoil. However, how many people have recorded all this. Book critics have always complained that Metropolis has not had a good novel so far. In fact, he also has paper and pen, why he didn't write, and just sighed. Nuoqin decided to write, half of the time to write for the market, to find a living, and the other half to write for readers, to repay their enthusiasm. After passing the famous brand handbag shop, Nuoqin walked in. "I want to buy a rectangular wallet with your famous C on the outside," she explained to the clerk. The clerk was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "Miss Cen, hello." Nuoqin didn't expect the clerk to recognize her, so she nodded quickly. "Miss Cen, we never make wallets, eyeglass cases or key bags, only counterfeit ones do those." Nuoqin's ears buzzed. Several things seemed to be connected together at that moment, but Nuo Qin still only had a vague idea. She said, "Yes, yes." "Miss Cen, would you like to have a look at our latest backpack?" "No, I'll come back another day, thank you." As soon as she left the store, she went to her sister's house. I know that I should concentrate on writing, but I still like to meddle in my own business. As soon as he entered the door, he ignored the maid and walked into his sister's bedroom. She opened the closet, took out all Tingfeng's handbags, opened the curtains, and examined them carefully in the sunlight. Heh, Nuoqin looked up, they are all counterfeit products. It has been imitated so meticulously that it is almost a real one, but because of the limited cost and insufficient skills, it still shows its flaws. Nuoqin's heart skipped a beat. Is it because I am worried that my sister's economy will not be as good as before, and I will use fake goods to support the scene? No, no, she knows that the elder sister's finances are solid, so she doesn't need to worry about it as a younger sister. But in the blink of an eye, she understood that Cen Tingfeng was probably the producer of some counterfeit goods, at least, he was also the big wholesaler of the group. Nuoqin couldn't help crying. This is an illegal act, and the customs will pursue it severely. She never thought that her sister would be a criminal. It was Gao Jiliang's words that inspired her doubts: "You don't know what business your sister does?" Really, how much can you earn by selling hair clip flowers? How can you afford to give a car to your sister. It turned out to be the truth. There are handbags of all brands, and all the most popular and expensive items from France, Germany and Italy are here, Cen Nuoqin was really dumbfounded. A mediocre man came in and asked in surprise, "Are you looking for a handbag?" There is still a new product in the study, light blue bright leather, the latest color that I have seen in the store just now, the magic height is one foot high, and it has been imitated, but the real product is genuine leather, and the fake product is plastic. It is also difficult to distinguish between true and false. Nuoqin sat blankly. After a while, Tingfeng came back. Seeing my younger sister holding several handbags in her hands, I knew it well. She remained calm and asked with a smile, "What's the matter?" Nuoqin stared at her sister. "Breakdown again?" "I've never been in love, how can I lose love?" "As expected of the host of the Lonely Hearts Club." "Miss, if your brushwork has no character, it won't be popular. If you have style, no one will recognize it." Nuo Qin lowered her head, it turns out that no one can hide it. Tingfeng took the handbag, as if nothing had happened, he is really a master. Nuo Qin blurted out, "Sister, the French Open is inevitable." Ting Feng turned around and spat, his face was ashen, "Slap your crow's mouth." Nuoqin cried out anxiously, "Sister, get out of here." Ting Feng gave his sister a hot towel, "What are you doing with tears and snot?" "I'm scared of losing you." "I'm not robbing or selling drugs." "Smuggling is a crime." Ting Feng's voice became louder and louder, "If you don't tell me, I won't tell, who knows." Nuoqin was so sad that she couldn't speak, she covered her face with her hands, and tears flowed from her fingers. For a long time, the two sisters have depended on each other for life, and Tingfeng is her only relative in the world. She cares about her sister more than herself. Thinking of the loneliness of the two of them over the years, Tingfeng is a young divorced woman with a child, and she has suffered so many grievances in this so-called open society, Nuoqin couldn't stop crying. "Qinqin, what's wrong with you?" Ting Feng said quietly: "I remember the first time you saw me smoking and cried like this." Nuoqin sobbed, "I thought my sister had fallen." Ting Feng bent over with a smile. "Sister, for me, for washing, please wash your hands in the golden basin." "I've already quit, otherwise why would I decide to emigrate." "Will the brothers on the road let you go?" "Whether you read martial arts novels or underworld comics, there are so many terms." "Where do these fakes come from?" "Made in several popular locations in Southeast Asia." "Where is it going?" "Several major ports in North America." "What are you in charge of?" "Export transfer." "What should I do if I find it out?" "No pain, no gain." "How can you sleep at night!" "That's right," Ting Feng sighed, "Tossing and turning, that's why he's aging so fast." Nuoqin picked up the latest pair of silver evening handbags, "I just saw this pair of styles in a magazine. The price is 8600, how much do you sell?" "Two thousand and five." "So expensive?" "This isn't something from Canal Street in New York's Chinatown, I'm sure you can tell." "How much do you earn?" "Are you here to check the accounts?" "Just curious." "I make fifteen percent." "I got rich." Nuo Qin exclaimed. Ting Feng sneered, "So, there are people in the business of decapitation, but no one in the business of losing money." Nuo Qin fell down on the sofa with emotion. "The business of counterfeit goods has skyrocketed this year, but I have reluctantly let go. Don't worry." "How did you step into this water?" "I want to live better." Nuo Qin said nothing, the answer was too real. " "Someone approached me, I think we can cooperate!" Ting Feng seemed unwilling to say more. In that emergency, right and wrong, wrong and right, black and white, can become very confused. "Gao Jiliang also knows." She warned her sister. Cen Tingfeng raised his head, opened his eyes wide, and said in surprise: "This matter is discussed by him, and he thinks he can make quick money." Nuo Qin was depressed, "I was the only one kept in the dark." "You're young, you shouldn't know about this." "Sister, are you really quitting washing your hands?" "real." Nuo Qin's face was already swollen from crying. "Look at you, from the beginning to the end, you have never grown up." Ting Feng sighed. At this time, the worker came back from school with laundry, and the child was sensible, and was shocked to see the aunt's brows were bruised and swollen.