Chapter 2443 It’s Really Hard to Make Money

Of course, she is still in kindergarten.

"Mom, put it there," Yan Huan pointed to the top of the cabinet, where there were already many trophies. These trophies, big and small, were all won by Yan Huan in the past year.

Ye Rong opened the cabinet, put the trophy in it, and then closed the cabinet.

She turned around and squatted in front of her daughter.

"Huan Huan, it's time to take the exam."

"Yeah," Yan Huan nodded her head vigorously. Mom, Huan Huan will get the first place in the exam. She clenched her fist. She can get the first place in filming, and she can get the first place in the exam. She is the same.

She dare not say high school, but she can absolutely guarantee that she can get the top few in the school for the courses before junior high school. She can guarantee this with her two lives.

"Then it's settled," Ye Rong pinched her daughter's face again, "If you don't get the first place in the exam, Mom won't let you take any acting jobs or advertisements."

Yan Huan stretched out her little finger, "Mom, let's make a pinky promise."

"Okay, pinky promise."

Ye Rong stretched out her finger and made a pinky promise with her daughter.

She allowed her daughter to film because she was still young, but even if she was filming, her studies couldn't be neglected, and now they both had five or six million in their hands.

And this money was increasing almost every day, even if they did nothing in this life, it was still a lot of money. Even Ye Rong herself was unwilling to believe that the mother and daughter who were penniless and used to rent a house suddenly had so much money and two houses.

So, money is no longer so important to her now. Instead, she is worried about her daughter's studies. In her heart, studies are much more important than filming.

But in Yan Huan's heart, filming is put first.

Because she wants to make money, she wants to make a lot of money, but it is really hard to make money now. In her previous life, she sold a gem, which made her a billionaire, and she got billions of dollars in a flash.

Apart from the gem, Linlang's monthly income is enough to kill her, not to mention her sky-high endorsement fees and film remuneration.

It may also be that she made too much money in the past, so why doesn't she feel anything now?

It's just that she seems to have forgotten how many years ago it was, twenty years ago.

Compared with the prices of twenty years ago and twenty years later, there is a world of difference, so her speed of making money has already amazed many people.

What she has to do now is to stop everything, go to kindergarten and take her exams.

She really doesn't understand why she is only a four-year-old kid and has to suffer from exams, and will have to suffer for more than ten years in the future.

When can she grow up, when can she stop going to school, when can she do whatever she wants.

She knew there would be such a day, but she just had to wait for time, wait for growing up, and wait for meeting.

Oh, meeting...

Yan Huan moved a small stool, and then she stepped on it, and then flipped through the calendar page by page. This was a very old calendar, a small book with dates and months on it, and one page was torn off for each day.

Yan Huan flipped through the pages one by one, and then turned to a page with a big circle drawn on it with a pen. She started counting from each page, and there were still forty-three pages.

In other words, there were still forty-three days.

One month and thirteen days.

"Huan Huan, what are you doing there?"

As soon as Ye Rong came out, she saw Yan Huan standing on the small stool. Was she going to fall down?

She quickly picked up her daughter, then pinched her little face hard, and also frowned.

"Huanhuan, how many times has mom told you not to step on high edges and low edges? Why did you forget it again? What if you fall? If your little face is flattened, who will you cry to?"

"Mom, I was wrong."

Yanhuan admitted her mistake obediently. She was not the kind of child who would never admit her mistakes and was stubborn. She was thick-skinned now and could bend.

Sure enough, Ye Rong no longer had any temper towards her.

"Okay," she patted her daughter's face again, "Let's eat first, and mom will help you with your homework later."

"Okay," Yanhuan agreed, and she also satisfied the child's addiction.

And she turned around and took another look at the calendar. There was still one month and thirteen days.

She didn't want to have regrets in her life, and of course she wouldn't let her mother have regrets.

She ran over, sat on the chair, and ate with chopsticks. As for Yan Huan's over-independence, Ye Rong sometimes felt that she had really given birth to a fake daughter. Why? Others' daughters of this age need to be fed by adults, but hers can eat by themselves, get up by themselves, dress themselves, and do homework by themselves. How could she not feel that she had raised a little daughter, and it seemed that her daughter had suddenly become eighteen years old.

And she really knew it.

Yan Huan was not only eighteen years old, but also sixty years old. No, she should be ninety-eight years old. She was an immortal old monster.

Yan Huan took out her homework books from her schoolbag and wrote her homework stroke by stroke. Ye Rong found that she could not even help her daughter.

Because Yan Huan doesn't need tutoring at all, whether it's writing or math, she can figure it out by herself.

And how could Ye Rong not know that she would have such a smart brain? Could it be that person? No, Ye Rong would not admit that her daughter followed that man.

Yan Huan looks very much like her, not at all like that man. She must have followed her uncle with such good academic performance now.

It must be so.

Ye Rong told herself so, and also comforted herself.

Ye Rong took her report card from the teacher's hand, and when she saw the first place on it, she finally breathed a sigh of relief. Although she knew that she would definitely get the first place, she was still worried.

She was afraid that Ye Rong would not let her film again because of her grades. In this life, going to college is what she wants, and filming is a path she must take. She will not give up both.

Although it is a bit shameless for an old man like her to compete for the first place with a bunch of children.

But it doesn't matter. If she wants to save face, she will not be able to live, with a childish face, acting cute every day.

"Mom, here," Yan Huan handed her report card to Ye Rong.

Ye Rong took the report card. In fact, the teacher in the kindergarten had called her early in the morning. In the past, no one cared about them, but now Yan Huan is the center of attention wherever she goes.