Salted fish dressed as Xiaofubao of the age

Chapter 1320 Fanwai Erluzhu, Money and the God of Wealth
money.

This word has been Lu Zhu's goal and only belief for a long time.

She is an atheist.

Even though sometimes he feels that the atmosphere around him is noisy, and there are firm ghost believers like Jia Feifei beside him, Lu Zhu still firmly believes that there are no messy gods and ghosts in this world.

Except for one—

God of wealth.

This is especially evident during the Chinese New Year.

When welcoming the God of Wealth on the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, Lu Zhu always prepares three thousand red earth firecrackers devoutly.

Two bundles!

Put it in your own yard, pick an auspicious time on time and start releasing it.

Usually it's [-]:[-], or [-]:[-].

Such two bundles of firecrackers were a burden to Lu Zhu when he was a child.

At that time, the poor family could only eat the hot sauce made by my mother, and I had to fill myself with water to resist hunger. How could I get the money to buy firecrackers.

But Lu Zhu must fire the cannon!

She has never believed that there are gods in the sky, but she thinks that firecrackers can wash away bad luck for a year, and she will definitely make a lot of money in the coming year.

So she started saving money several months in advance. Whether it was fighting with others to grab scraps or earning money at school by making up homework for rich classmates, Lu Zhu would save a dime for firecrackers.

Living in a narrow box with mixed fish and dragons, the sound of firecrackers so early will always make a lot of sleepy hooligans angry.

Some people rushed to the door to scold their mothers.

Lu Zhu would pull up the iron hook in the stove and stand in front of the door with a blank expression.

The little bastard gritted his teeth resentfully, and spat at her.

"Fart cannon, with this money, I might as well buy some food."

Lu Zhu snorted, she already had her own beliefs even though she was young.

Make money, make lots and lots of money.

So much that I no longer have to kowtow to beg those beasts, and let them throw bits and pieces of money on my head from above.

Even if the money accounted for less than one percent of his father's pension, it should have belonged to himself and his mother.

Listening to the booming firecrackers, Lu Zhu made a very devout wish.

Ah, she must be rich.

Over time, the loud sound of firecrackers became the proof of the New Year in the alley.

The people who live here are a bunch of scum.

It is only a little bit better than the homeless people who sleep on the streets. The house is always leaky, the clothes are always sewn and sewn, and there is not even a piece of decent furniture.

When survival has become the most basic issue, who still thinks about celebrating the new year or not.

But after the sound of firecrackers, someone could not help but sigh with emotion.

It's Chinese New Year.

Occasionally, naughty children with bare buttocks rummaged through it, found a few loose cannons that had not been lit, and secretly took them home to play, listening to the sound.

One year later, Lu Zhu had just set up the firecrackers, and before he had time to light them, he heard knocking on the door.

A scruffy little bastard poked in through the door.

"Hey, why haven't you fired a cannon this year?"

In such a crackling sound, Lu Zhu grew up slowly.

Her grades are very good, which Lu Zhu is very lucky, because she is very smart.

Like a sponge, it can't wait to absorb all the knowledge it can absorb.

Because this knowledge can help her make money.

She is constantly learning, using all her free time to learn while earning money.

Lu Zhu is too young to do many jobs, so she can only find ways to make money from her classmates.

At the beginning, she would go to the wholesale market before four o'clock in the morning to buy some flowers, small rubber bands or fancy notebooks at low prices.

These things sold quickly, not only the people in the class wanted them, but even students from other grades came here admiringly.

But soon Lu Zhu's business suffered a devastating blow.

The proprietress of the school canteen reported Lu Zhu directly to the head teacher.

The teacher in charge handed Lu Zhu to the office with great grief, and persuaded her earnestly.

"Your grades are so good, how can you waste your time on these messy things? I know your family's situation, so I applied for poverty subsidies for you as soon as the school started. You don't have to do that."

Lu Zhu remained silent.

She understood what the head teacher said, but the other party didn't understand what she was facing.

The mother's legs are broken, and her character is soft.

The combination of the two made it impossible for her to go out to work.

All the pressure in the family fell on Lu Zhu.

In the eyes of the teachers at the school, Lu Zhu is a martyr who has been compensated by the state.

In addition, her mother and relatives are all there, so she won't let a child work hard to make money.

However, he never thought that some relatives are more hateful than wolves. They obviously have the same blood in their bodies, but they can't wait to skin her and mother and squeeze out the last drop of bone marrow.

And these Lu Zhu are unwilling to tell others.

She wasn't the kind of person who wanted to show her bloody wounds in front of others in order to get something for herself.

In the end, he just nodded silently, promised the teacher to cut off the "business", and then left under the gratified eyes of the other party.

This is Lu Zhu's first lesson——

Be wary of your competitors' tactics.

Every time Lu Zhu passed by the canteen, Lu Zhu would hum in his heart.

I don't know where my mother got the news, but one day she asked Lu Zhu timidly.

"Actually, I can go out to work. I asked. There is a restaurant hiring a dishwasher. Just give me an extra chair. I can go to work."

Lu Zhu frowned and stared at Zhang Zhenfang.

Zhang Zhenfang is actually a very beautiful woman, otherwise her natal family would not have seen her come back, and planned to abandon Lu Zhu and marry her again to get some dowry gifts.

Such a physically handicapped and pretty woman is like a piece of fat, especially her character...

"Can you guarantee that it's safe to commute to get off work every day? We don't have street lights here, and the police don't come often. If someone wants to bully you, will someone save you?"

"How do you know that they can pay you on time and sign an agreement with you? If you don't pay you at that time, you go to reason? Will they be afraid of a woman who has no foundation and inconvenient legs?"

"Why are you still so naive? Do you believe what other people say? Who told you that there is such a job? I don't believe that you found it yourself. Have you ever thought about the danger you will encounter?"

Zhang Zhenfang was taken aback by Lu Zhu's series of questions. Although she was Lu Zhu's mother, she was always taken care of by the clever and precocious Lu Zhu.

Zhang Zhenfang was speechless, tears rolled in her eyes, and her voice became trembling.

"Yes, I'm sorry, it's my fault, I shouldn't make decisions without authorization, I, I just stay at home and don't go anywhere."

Lu Zhu regretted it when his mother spoke.

But the more she bowed her head to life over the years, the more hardened she became, the words of apology were hard to utter.

In the end, he could only bite the tip of his tongue and said word by word.

"I can make money and support us, don't worry."

Zhang Zhenfang lowered her head, trying to make her voice sound like she was laughing.

"I know that Xiaozhu is the most powerful and smartest kid in the world, but I'm so useless."

The bitterness spread from the throat to the coating of the tongue, Lu Zhu gritted his teeth, "Don't say such things."

"sorry."

Zhang Zhenfang apologized habitually, Lu Zhu closed his eyes, and bit the flesh on his cheek.

She wants to make money, and finds a way to make more money.

Although all the teachers in the school regard Lu Zhu as a genius, Lu Zhu knows that talent alone is not enough to learn this kind of thing. She must race against time to read books in her spare time.

It also prevented her from doing time-consuming work.

Lu Zhu quickly picked up the earliest money-making skills and helped his classmates write their homework.

This also allowed Lu Zhu to review the knowledge over and over again. In order not to be discovered, Lu Zhu could imitate many people's handwriting.

At the same time, different methods can be used to solve problems.

Relying on her cleverness, even the teacher who claimed to know all the students in the class didn't notice.

In school, everyone tends to admire those students with good grades.

But Lu Zhu is an exception.

Because of the employment relationship, a few people in the class with enough pocket money look down on Lu Zhu, and some of them sneered while throwing homework on her desk.

"What's the use of good grades? The money my parents left me in the future, but some people can't earn it in their entire lives."

Lu Zhu turned a deaf ear to these words, there was no fluctuation in his heart and he even wanted to sneer.

She has long known that money is hard to earn, so she never brings personal emotions into it when making money.

Later, Lu Zhu found that simply doing homework was a physical effort, so she tried every means to make money in other ways.

For example, she only accepts three assignments a day, and asks people in the grade who want her to write assignments to bid with each other.

The higher bidder gets it.

Those dandies have long been used to the days when they don't carry their schoolbags in their pockets, so how can they accept Lu Zhu, who is cheap and beautiful, if he doesn't do it, he won't do it.

He had to keep raising the price to increase the bargaining chip. In the end, Lu Zhu's working hours were reduced, but the money he could earn was several times as much as before.

Having tasted the sweetness, Lu Zhu started a new attempt.

There was a note-drawing activity, and every ten yuan was to draw one note from [-] notes, and the homework of each subject was scattered into the note, and there were many notes in it for the next time.

In order to "draw homework", those students had to keep drawing notes in order to collect homework for each subject.

This also laid a solid foundation for Zhou Yiran's several card-drawing games that were ridiculed as being poor and hard to get into.

Later, Lu Zhu found out that these people had suffered losses several times and was worried that their parents would find out that they had spent too much money, so he settled down with the proprietress of the commissary and began to cooperate.

The proprietress will select unsalable snacks to form a snack gift pack. After purchasing the gift pack from here, the students can get the qualification for drawing cards for free.

This "conscience" move was immediately warmly welcomed by the students.

Can people help with homework after eating snacks, can this be unkind?

This also greatly reduces the possibility of parents finding out, and can only wonder how the taste of their children's snacks has changed.

Lu Zhu took a high kickback from the proprietress of the canteen, and since then he understood another truth.

There are no permanent enemies, only permanent benefits.

On the eve of graduation, the homeroom teacher still found out about Lu Zhu's trickery.

She called Lu Zhu to the office again, and this time she finally realized that the girl in front of her was not an ordinary thorn.

Lu Zhu is so smart, so smart that if he goes on an evil path, he may end up in the abyss beyond redemption.

The head teacher sighed and asked Lu Zhu, "Do you know that this is harming them?"

Lu Zhu still had that flat and calm expression, "Everyone has their own situation and choice, this is their choice, without me, these people would be lazy from other places."

The homeroom teacher was speechless, knowing that Lu Zhu was making excuses, but there was nothing he could do.

"Aren't they friends with you?"

The reason why he came to such a conclusion was that the head teacher often saw those people surrounding Lu Zhu.

The homeroom teacher couldn't understand the fanaticism of the "drawing card game", and had always thought that they had a good relationship.

Lu Zhu chuckled, "Friend? I don't need it."

The senior high school entrance examination is approaching, and the school wants to let Lu Zhu compete for honor. Even such a serious mistake cannot give Lu Zhu a warning, fearing that it will affect the final grade.

The head teacher had no choice but to sigh.

"Lu Zhu, money is very important in this world, but there are more important things."

Lu Zhu was noncommittal.

Money can change her and mother's situation, and money can save her from lowering her self-esteem and asking for help.

There is nothing better than money in the world.

But the maturity of a person always lies in being constantly slapped in the face.

During the senior high school entrance examination, Lu Zhu, who has always been in a hurry, finds that his grades have been lost to a girl from a small county.

This made Lu Zhu and Linguang No. [-] Middle School miss their scholarships.

I have been annoyed, but more of it is unconvinced.

Then Lu Zhu met the girl in the dormitory.

mild--

This was Lu Zhu's first impression of Yue Qingqing.

Is he a good old man?

Lu Zhu sneered in his heart, and regarded her as the type of young lady who lived in a good environment and was ignorant of the world since she was a child.

However, Yue Qingqing soon showed her another side.

Zhou Xitong——Ye Chunxiao——

These names, which gradually faded in memory later, were extremely obtrusive at the time.

The moment Lu Zhu was caught by the old lady, his head was in a daze.

Then four words appeared.

It's hard to be a good guy.

Because her father was a good man, he became a martyr in the end, which made it almost impossible for the two of them to survive.

It was rare for her to be a good person, but she almost ruined her life.

For the first time, Lu Zhu felt desperate.

She put the knife in her pocket, ready to make those two people pay the worst price.

The corridor shrouded in light and shadow was like a road of no return, making her walk towards deeper and deeper darkness.

However, the moment the door was opened, a hand grabbed her wrist.

It belonged to Yue Qingqing.

Yue Qingqing brought her out step by step, only telling her.

not worth it.

The subsequent events are still vivid in his mind, and Lu Zhu suddenly understood what the friend in the head teacher's mouth was.

It seems to be a term that makes people feel warmer than money.

The appearance of some people is destined to shine the whole time.

Lu Zhu always thought that he was a very unlucky person, but later he found out that he had accumulated good luck from childhood until he met Yue Qingqing.

From high school to university, Lu Zhu's road has become wider and wider.

Under Qingqing's reminder, she also discovered the problem between herself and her mother.

What really restrained Zhang Zhenfang was not her character, but the pressure she put on her.

The roles of the two seem to be completely reversed, and Zhang Zhenfang has become more and more timid because of Lu Zhu's strength.

Lu Zhu thought, let her go and let her try.

As Yue Qingqing said, they are relatives of each other and rely on each other.

Unilateral shelter from wind and rain will only make one of them lose the courage to face life more and more.

Afterwards, everything gradually got better, and Lu Zhu never thought that his mother could have such great power.

Even with the help of the Yue family, a small bottle of hot sauce was sold to Kyoto.

In fact, Lu Zhu doesn't like to eat chili sauce, which always reminds her of the days when she was hungry, and her stomach would have a dull pain.

But the people around like it very much, always saying that the taste of this hot sauce is very special.

Is it special?
Lu Zhu thinks that maybe people will get used to the things they have always had, probably this is their nature.

But she will never forget how warm and powerful the word friend represents.

It's as if a person has been walking in the ice and snow for a long time, his whole body is frozen stiff, but he can't fall down with his breath.

Suddenly, a round of red sun appeared in the sky. It was so warm that it slowly melted the frost on the eyelashes.

It hangs there as long as you look up.

Let you know that the world is not so cruel.

Of course, making money is still one of Lu Zhu’s passions.

After all, it has become a belief engraved in my bones since I was a child.

This also made Lu Zhu find a way to join Zhou Yiran's company.

If there really is a God of Wealth in this world, the God of Wealth must be named Zhou.

Lu Zhu found a lot of news about Zhou Yiran from Wangwangshan, some were true and some were false, but without exception, they all pointed to one point.

This man has a pair of hands that can turn stones into gold, just like Midas in Greek mythology.

As long as he has experienced projects, there is no one that does not make money.

There are many classic cases of turning waste into wealth and turning losses into profits, so that they are obviously not much older than them, but they have become people who have been written in various textbooks.

Lu Zhu's grades are very good, and he graduated from Minghua University, so he easily joined Zhou Yiran's company.

She could have gotten a position with a good starting salary, but she chose to become Zhou Yiran's secretary.

In other words, a member of the secretary team, the most inconspicuous trainee secretary.

The personnel director pushed his glasses and persuaded Lu Zhu tactfully.

"This position is a bit overkill for Miss Lu."

Lu Zhuhun said indifferently: "This is the only position I want."

There is no job that makes Lu Zhu more excited than being close to the God of Wealth and seeing how money makes money.

The personnel supervisor looked at Lu Zhu with ambiguous eyes, and finally handed over the materials.

The final list was decided by Zhou Yiran.

Looking at Lu Zhu's information, Zhou Yiran raised his eyebrows slightly, remembering the little girl he met at the auction a few years ago.

In the end there was no opinion.

But probably because of some "propaganda" by the personnel manager, Lu Zhu received the eyes and greetings from all directions on the first day of employment.

Someone even came here and said in a teasing tone: "Mr. Zhou never eats grass on the edge of the nest. Some people remember to accept their small plans, otherwise it will be difficult to find another job if they are fired."

Lu Zhu was silent.

It turned out that the self who gave up the high-paying job was regarded as a scheming girl who wanted to seduce Zhou Yiran with her face. This setting is really——

awesome!
Lu Zhu kept thinking about how to answer when faced with the inquiries from those unfamiliar classmates and teachers.

If you say you want to worship the God of Wealth, you will definitely be regarded as crazy.

So Lu Zhu began to tell the world that he came to this company just to get close to Zhou Yiran.

classmate:? ? ?
Secretary group:? ? ?

So Lu Zhu could steal from Mr. Zhou in a fair manner, approach him quietly, record every audio of him in the meeting and go back to review, cut out his magazine reports, and review the other party's methods of guiding the media.

However, all this was seen by people in the same company, and they could only sigh with emotion.

Really infatuated absolutely.

Gradually, some people began to think that maybe Lu Zhu was not only interested in Zhou Yiran's money, maybe he really liked our president?
After all, such fanatical eyes cannot be faked.

Of course, if Lu Zhu knew about it, he would definitely scoff.

Don't guess, what she likes is money, and her eyes are not looking at the person she has a crush on, but worshiping the God of Wealth!
The workplace is not easy to mix, and when you are a secretary, you have to learn how to stop drinking.

In order to pretend to be old-fashioned, Lu Zhu puts on glasses and old-fashioned formal clothes, and always buttons the top button of his shirt.

As expected, the frequency of drinking her wine plummeted.

Lu Zhu seemed to represent boredom in the eyes of those people.

Only a smile appeared occasionally in the eyes of a certain man sitting in the main seat, thinking that this girl was quite interesting.

Until that day, Zhou Yiran seemed to be drinking too much. The driver happened to ask for leave that day, and the vice president ordered Lu Zhu to send him back.

Yingying Yanyan from the secretarial group was a little reconciled, but Lu Zhu was indeed the only one among them who did not drink.

"Tch, with that appearance, no wonder no one wants to drink with her."

"Look at her obsession with the president, she won't send her back and give him something, tsk tsk tsk."

Lu Zhu came out of the cubicle expressionlessly, startled the two women who were gossiping in the bathroom, and immediately became embarrassed.

Lu Zhu stood in front of the mirror and washed his hands without changing his face, showing no expression at all.

It's not her who is talking behind her back, so why should she be embarrassed.

The two looked at each other, watching Lu Zhu walk out steadily.

The night in Kyoto is very quiet, completely different from the hustle and bustle of the day.

The man in the back seat suddenly opened his eyes, and his voice was not the slightest bit drunk.

"How many people were there at the table just now, and who among them are interested in cooperation?"

Lu Zhu clenched the steering wheel with both hands, and his back became more and more straight.

She had waited a long time for this moment.

Lu Zhu talked eloquently, not only remembering the names of people clearly, but also telling the performance on the wine table and the possibility of cooperation.

"Mr. Zhong should be able to sign the contract tomorrow. The process of their company's finance department is usually relatively fast. If it goes well, the project can be officially launched next month. Mr. Wang seems to be hesitant about the marketing plan. I avoided this part of the topic. I saw Mr. Wang’s assistant touch up makeup in the bathroom before, and there was an access control card in the bag. It is the area of ​​the real estate that Mr. Wang bought recently. I think we can go to the assistant’s side channels."

Then Lu Zhu continued to analyze a few points, her observation skills and ability to collect information in daily life made Zhou Yiran smile slightly.

No interruptions from beginning to end.

Just said something casually.

"Keep an eye on the road."

"Yes."

Lu Zhu just finished talking about his thoughts, held his breath, and began to feel uneasy.

But Zhou Yiran closed his eyes and said nothing more.

Lu Zhu was not disappointed either, he heard the car in the basement of the villa, and quietly returned the key to Zhou Yiran.

"Mr. Zhou, then I'll go home first."

Zhou Yiran squeezed his palms together, there was still a certain warmth on them.

"Well, go to the personnel department tomorrow."

Lu Zhu was stunned for a moment, his mind was still full of question marks on the way back.

what happened?Is this to fire yourself?
Does she look like a corporate spy?Or was the idea of ​​stealing the teacher discovered?

Then the next day Lu Zhu received a notice that she became Zhou Yiran's first secretary.

After receiving this news, Lu Zhu suddenly realized that she had passed the test and was promoted and raised her salary.

Seeing that the wages in the new labor agreement had increased several times, Lu Zhu couldn't help swallowing.

The God of Wealth is magnificent!

Because of this joy, the nonsense circulating in the company said that she took advantage of the CEO to get drunk and raped [beep]
——] The gossip about him naturally became indifferent.

Because of Lu Zhu's non-defense, Zhou Yiran, who was keen, found that the people in the company looked at him inexplicably strangely.

What's with that look of sympathy and emotion?

It's not that no one has tried Lu Zhu's "method", and soon there are girls in cool clothes who want to follow suit, and start sticking to Zhou Yiran regardless of the occasion.

What high-heeled shoes sprained his feet and fell, and the coffee cup was thrown into the CEO's arms without holding on.

All kinds of operations in third-rate romance novels emerge in endlessly, Zhou Yiran can only laugh at this.

"Report to the HR department."

This time the report was not as lucky as Lu Zhu.

After dismissing a number of colleagues who were not focused on work, the impetuous atmosphere in the company was finally cleared.

Mr. Zhou is still the one who doesn't eat grass beside the nest.

The job of the first secretary is more difficult than Lu Zhu imagined. She needs to consider more things and remember a lot.

Zhou Yiran began to ask her to participate in some projects of the company.

During this process, Lu Zhu grew up very quickly.

Zhou Yiran finds her keen sense of smell and skills in the business field very interesting, and he regards her as a useful employee more and more, and puts more work on the other party.

There are fewer and fewer voices in the company who slander Lu Zhu for using improper means to rise to the top.

They finally understood what exactly Lu Zhu relied on for his promotion and salary increase.

The girl showed extraordinary abilities and quickly created amazing profits for the company.

Correspondingly, Luzhu’s private space has been compressed less and less, and the 996 that has been criticized by later generations is not enough to describe Luzhu’s busyness.

She is on standby for almost 24 hours, working anytime and anywhere, and has very little time to catch up on sleep.

Ordinary people would have collapsed long ago in such a situation.

But Lu Zhu felt that he was full of energy and could fight for another 100 years!

The colleagues in the secretarial group who were disgusted with her face couldn't bear it anymore, so they used the time to go to the cafeteria to whisper.

"I said you are working too hard. How come I didn't realize Mr. Zhou is such a capitalist before? It's too much to use you as a livestock. Don't you consider your private rest time? Oh, this is too tiring, You must be very tired."

Lu Zhu: "?"

How can making money be tiring, watching the process of wealth being created and accumulated from the hands is simply a kind of enjoyment.

What's more, she doesn't know what's wrong with her, it's like being beaten with chicken blood, and it's true that she rarely even appears physically tired.

Zhou Yiran cast a magic spell to relieve Lu Zhu's fatigue, and at the same time observed this little secretary who likes money as much as he does.

To paraphrase a sentence from the domineering CEO in the novel, it would be——

"Woman, you managed to get my attention."

Until an important business dinner, Zhou Yiran asked Lu Zhu casually.

"I don't have a girlfriend tonight, do you want to be together?"

Lu Zhu raised her head, the brown frame covered most of her face, making her a little more serious and old-fashioned for no reason.

"I?"

"Hmm." Zhou Yiran looked down at his watch casually, completely unable to see how much faster his heartbeat was than usual, "Going?"

　Seeing that everyone wanted Lu Zhu’s episode, Mushroom tried to write it, but he didn’t expect to finish writing it for a long time, so let’s post it first.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)