"Okay, put away your banknote."
Yang Dong silently retracted his palm and put on a kind smile on his face.
"Boy, are you interested in doing things with me?"
When the little God of Wealth heard this, he immediately shook his head firmly.
"Uncle, please stop joking with me. With my thin arms and legs, I can't do your job."
"Little slippery man!"
Yang Dong glared at the little God of Wealth angrily and knocked him on the forehead with his backhand.
The little God of Wealth was in pain, covering his head and staring at Yang Dong with aggrieved expression.
"My name is Yang Dong. You must have heard my name, right?"
"Yang Dong...Yang...are you Mr. Yang?"
The little God of Wealth's eyes lit up, and he immediately showed a fanatical attitude, much like a fanatic fan chasing stars in later generations.
"Mr. Yang, do you know? I admire you so much!"
"Hey, you believe my identity so easily?"
Yang Dong looked at the little God of Wealth with a half-smile and said lightly.
"Believe it, why don't you believe it!"
The little God of Wealth looked determined and continued:
"From the moment you returned the silver note to me, I completely believed it. Mr. Yang, you don't know something. In your eyes, this one hundred taels of silver may be nothing. But in the eyes of most people, this is nothing." But it’s a huge sum of money!”
The eyes of the little God of Wealth turned around, flashing with smart light.
"One hundred taels of silver can allow a family to live in sufficient food and clothing for more than ten years!"
"If he is really a thief, this hundred taels of silver will be enough for him to leave in style. Even if he is greedy, he will search for Xiao Xiao. But he will definitely not let Xiao go directly."
"And two hours ago, I heard from my brother that the new script teacher seemed to have discovered something extraordinary."
"so……"
"So you believe that I am Mr. Yang in your mouth."
Yang Dong smiled faintly, raised his hand and patted the little god of wealth on the forehead.
"Boy, you are quite smart. As I said before, are you willing to work with me?"
This time, the little God of Wealth did not refuse immediately, but there was a flash of hesitation and a little confusion on his young cheeks.
Now Yang Dong's invitation is no different from reaching the sky in one step in his eyes.
But he was still a little worried. On the one hand, he was worried that he was too young, and on the other hand, he was worried about his brother.
Others might not be able to see it, but he knew very well how venomous his brother was.
Over the years, if it weren't for Sister Cuihua's secret mediation, my brother's vicious tongue would have offended many noble people!
"What, are you worried?"
Yang Dong saw the hesitation of the little God of Wealth, and immediately stopped forcing others to do anything, turned around and walked towards the back door of Qunfang Building.
"Boy, think about it carefully. If you want to join me, please go to the office to find Cuihua at any time."
After saying that, he flashed his body and disappeared into the vast night.
Looking at Yang Dong's long-disappeared back, the little God of Wealth showed a hint of admiration in his eyes.
Others admire Yang Dong, perhaps because of his excellent poetry, or perhaps because he has a unique secret method in arithmetic.
But the little God of Wealth doesn't care about these things.
The little God of Wealth, who has lived at the lowest level since childhood, has long experienced the sufferings of the world.
Poems, songs, arithmetic and evolution, in his opinion, have no value at all.
There are countless things that can be done in this world. But the most important thing is to fill your stomach.
People who have never experienced hunger will never understand why we need to save food.
What the little God of Wealth admires most about Yang Dong is his various whimsical ideas along the way of merchants.
Whether it's Luozhou's legendary high-speed official roads, or the various themed private rooms in Qunfang Building, as well as the genius planning of bundled sales.
In the eyes of the little God of Wealth, these are real gold-making businesses.
Mr. Yang, what he is best at is obviously making money!
But on my brother's side...
The little God of Wealth bit his lip, and after being silent for a long time, he walked towards the dormitory again.
the other side,
Yang Dong has already gone to the second floor at this moment.
As for whether the little God of Wealth would agree, he was calm now, but he was not in a hurry.
After all, they are all from Qunfang House, so they are also our own people after all!
Besides, this kid is still young, so it might not be a bad thing if he can train in Qunfang Building for a few more years.
It's just that what I lack most now is talents!
Thinking of this, Yang Dong couldn't help but feel a headache again.
Fortunately, Lanxiang Academy is about to conduct the entrance test.
With this thought in mind, he raised his hand and pushed open the office door.
Under a bright light, Cuihua was still staring at the account book in her hand, flipping through it carefully.
When she saw someone coming in, she subconsciously looked towards the door. After seeing Yang Dong, he immediately stood up and said:
"Mr. Yang, are you here?"
"Senior Cuihua, there is no need to be so polite. With your relationship with Mr. Hong...senior, you can just call me by my first name."
Cuihua smiled faintly, pointed in the direction not far away and said:
"Okay, then I won't be polite to you anymore. Anyway, that old guy Hong Laoliu does mention you often."
"By the way, the new script writer is still waiting in the dark hall. Why don't you go over and take a look first?"
Yang Dong nodded slightly, saluted, and walked towards the dark hall.
At this moment, Xiaoxiaosheng looked at the delicious food on the table in front of him, but he couldn't move his chopsticks.
It's not that the dishes on this table are not attractive enough, but that he is not in the mood to eat at the moment.
At this moment, the door to the dark hall was slowly pushed open.
Xiao Xiaosheng followed the sound and saw a handsome young man walking towards him, with a hint of hesitation flashing in his eyes.
But soon, he came back to his senses. So he immediately bowed and said:
"I'm smiling, I've met Mr. Yang."
"Sir, you don't have to be so polite."
Yang Dong smiled lightly and sat on the chair casually.
"I heard that sir has made an important discovery, and I would like to inform you. I wonder what exactly did you find?"
Xiaoxiaosheng pondered for a moment, Haosheng organized some words, and then slowly said:
"To be honest, I came to Qunfang House today to apply for the position of script writer. Fortunately, shopkeeper Cuihua appreciated me and gave me a place to stay."
"In order to have a deeper understanding of the script of our Qunfang House, I specially... ahem, entered the private room to experience it."
Speaking of this, a hint of embarrassment flashed across Xiaoxiaosheng's old face.
After all, at his age, he still wants to experience it in a private room. It makes people feel that there is always some disrespect for the elderly.
Yang Dong was also a little surprised and took a deep look at Xiao Xiaosheng.
Gee, I really didn’t see it!
At this age, he is already over fifty, right? And this spirit.
This old man is not simple!
If there is a chance in the future, I have to learn two tricks from him.
Some people died, but not completely...
