Chapter 137 Worrying About the Little Girl

However, Tang Aijun didn't understand for a while, what a quarter of a cent, he was more concerned about the white rabbit.

"When did you eat the big white rabbit?"

Tang Aijun is very suspicious, the whole village only has big white rabbits in Huang accountant's house, and Huang Yumei's stinky girl has always been against Xiaonan, how could she give Xiaonan candy?

"I ate Huang Yumei, it's not delicious at all."

Tang Xiaonan said nonsense, anyway, the third brother would not confront Huang Yumei. Huang Yumei is the young granddaughter of Huang Accountant's family.

Moreover, Huang Yumei and Shen Yuzhu are cousins, and Shen Yuzhu's grandfather and Huang Accounting are cousins.

Tang Aijun didn't doubt it. After thinking about it, he said, "Then buy other things, and Xiao Nan will also go to greedy that stinky girl."

"Don't buy it, save it to buy photos!"

Tang Xiaonan roared in anger, rotten wood can't be carved, Huo Jinzhi made it clear, the purchase is calculated at 1.5 cents, and a piece can earn 5 cents, which is a lot more than resale, but it accumulates slowly. It's not a small sum of money, and Tang Aijun can have an original fund to sell others. Selling stills is just an expedient measure.

Tang Aijun finally understood and said disapprovingly, "It's only three yuan, so I can only buy twenty."

Five cents a piece only earns one dollar. Now Tang Aijun doesn't look down on one dollar anymore. He has swelled up.

Tang Xiaonan was so angry that she slapped her with a slap. It was too unsatisfactory, and she didn't know how much it accumulated, but she was too young to say too much, otherwise Huo Jinzhi would definitely doubt it and could only beat her.

Huo Jinzhi looked amused, this fat girl is just like a worried old mother now, it's so interesting.

"You settle the account like this, you buy 20 pieces for three yuan, you only earn sixty cents for a three-cent piece, and you can earn one dollar for a five-cent piece, and you have an extra 40 cents of profit, and you use the 40 cents to buy more, this is called profit. Gunli, don't underestimate it." Huo Jinzhi explained patiently.

Tang Xiaonan nodded vigorously, right? A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. Which big boss doesn't start with petty profits?

Tang Aijun was thoughtful, so he understood, and it made sense, but he still wanted to buy delicious food for his sister, which was his stubbornness as a brother.

"Third brother, when you earn... um... one hundred yuan... buy me chocolate, okay?"

Tang Xiaonan set a small goal very seriously. She is not interested in food at all, but this way the third brother will have motivation, otherwise he will waste money again.

"immediately……"

Before Tang Aijun could finish speaking, he received another slap on the arm. Tang Xiaonan shouted angrily, "Earn one hundred yuan and buy it again. Now I don't want to eat it, just throw it away!"

"Okay, don't buy it."

Tang Aijun rubbed his arm, he didn't dare to make his sister angry any more. It was only 100 yuan. Even if he earned 3 yuan a day, he could earn it a month.

He will soon make his younger sister the cub that all the children in the village are envious of. Humph, Huang Yumei's big white rabbit is nothing!

After finally correcting the third brother's thoughts, Tang Xiaonan sighed lightly, feeling very tired, but whenever she is a few years older, she will play in person.

Huo Jinzhi couldn't help pinching her face, this little adult's appearance was so interesting, I didn't see that this fat girl was quite worried before.

"What are you doing!"

Tang Ai slapped Huo Jinzhi's claws off, and rubbed Tang Xiaonan's face a few times, staring at the 'murderer', he couldn't bear to pinch his sister.

Huo Jinzhi touched his nose, feeling a little guilty, but he couldn't hold it back for a while, feeling that his hands were itchy without pinching a few times.

"Go back without buying anything."

Tang Aijun snorted softly, picked up Tang Xiaonan and placed it on the front bumper, just after pushing the car, there were four or five boys with bad expressions in front of him, and the leader was a boy of fourteen or five years old, squinting at them.