The Boss is Very Busy

MuMian slowed down and cleaned the house.

After all, she doesn't have much money now, and so many people are chasing for debts.

She still has to live in this small rental house.

She collected the glass bottles and cans together, after all, these things can also be bought for a few dollars.

After organizing the bottles, MuMian squatted on the ground and sighed in a long, melancholy way. Is she already so poor that she has fallen to this point?

Thinking of this, MuMian went downstairs and borrowed her tricycle from the landlord's old lady, and put all the wine bottles and cans on it.

Then, he rode a tricycle to the nearest place where the tatters were collected.

The original owner lived in a very remote place, not a busy city, and was very quiet along the way.

But there will be many small barbecue stalls.

The untidy old man was surprised to see an age girl riding a tricycle into his yard, and then came down and patted the tricycle.

"Master, how much do you charge for this beer bottle?"

uncle:"……"

The uncle looked at the whole car of bottles here, a little stunned, and then walked over and put her in a bag to weigh.

As the uncle tidyed up, looking at the little girl next to her who was facing the sky and still faintly childish, suddenly there was a desire to talk.

"Girl, did you sell it to your family?"

MuMian nodded solemnly: "Yes, I sold it for my dad."

"Oh, that's a lot."

The uncle muttered. In the end, MuMian relied on its own three-inch tongue to sell the entire bottle of the car for thirty yuan.

MuMian put the huge amount of thirty dollars into her pocket, and then drove it back on a tricycle. Her stomach was really empty. She took the thirty dollars just collected and bought one by the road. Chinese savior crepe.

Carrying pancakes and fruits, she rode the tricycle to the corner. The road here was a bit crowded. Two cars just met in front of her, so she slowed down, avoided each other, and passed slowly.

The two cars already squeezed this trail out. MuMian simply stopped the car and waited for them to go out first. She was attracted by the scent of pancake fruit, which made her hungry stomach growl and scream .

MuMian opened the bag and couldn't help taking a bite.

Seeing that the car in front was about to drive out, MuMian hurriedly took another bite and stuffed the entire cheeks before putting the pancakes away and preparing to drive in the tricycle.

The car in front of the car is expensive. According to MuMian, this car is estimated to cost a lot of money. Think about it. She just collected a car of bottles and only sold for 30 yuan to buy a pancake fruit. There are more than twenty left.

After doing the calculations like this, MuMian learned the results and estimated that she would not be able to afford this car in her life.

But in such a remote place, how can anyone afford to drive such an expensive car?

MuMian instantly remembered that there seems to be a high-end community in this place. Although the address of the community is remote, it is always quiet here, creating a clean and quiet atmosphere. Many low-key wealthy people still quite like such a place.

She sniffed, and just about to pedal, the oncoming car had already approached.

I don't know if it was the cause of the congestion just now. The car owner lowered the window and observed the road conditions. MuMian paused, then subconsciously looked at it, and his expression was still calm.

The line of sight gradually became clear, and MuMian also saw the owner's face clearly. The man's slender fingers rested on the steering wheel, and the snow-white fingertips lightly twitched when turning.