It's been a whole morning and I haven't seen Aunt Yiyun going to do anything. The most important thing is that they haven't met anyone they know today!
"Well, maybe something happened yesterday and I forgot to do it today."
An Jiuyue glanced at Qian Jiyun with a smile, and calmly explained to her son that she couldn't tell the two little guys that Qian Yiyun was scared by her elder brother, right?
"You go and play, mother and Uncle Qian will talk for a while."
"Okay, mother, my brother and I will go and see the pink flowers over there, they are so pretty." Qian Yirong slid down from Qian Jiyun's lap and held her brother's hand.
"Mom, can I pick one back?"
"Can't!"
Before An Jiuyue could speak, Qian Yizheng, who also left Qian Jiyun's lap, rejected his idea.
"Rong'er, those flowers are growing beautifully. If they are picked, they will wither and look ugly. We won't pick them, but just take a look at them."
The flowers look so beautiful, why do you need to pick them?
"But Uncle Wu Yi said that the flower is very rare." Qian Yirong tilted his little head and choked out a sentence.
"It's very rare, so you can't pick it off, right?"
Qian Yizheng didn't understand why rare flowers had to be picked. Those rare flowers were so pitiful. They were not as good as the handfuls of wild flowers on the roadside.
"I pick them just because they are rare."
Qian Yirong tapped his index fingers on each other and said in a low voice.
"Tomorrow we will go see the lanterns. I can set up a stall and sell flowers. Rare flowers are very expensive."
Qian Jiyun: "..."
An Jiuyue: "???"
Rong'er, you are really awesome. At such a young age, you actually want to resell things.
Qian Yizheng: "!!!"
This is his younger brother, his biological younger brother.
He told himself that he had to endure not to move his hands and not to fight!
"Qian Yirong, the real way to make money in business is to buy other people's things at a low price and sell them to another person at a high price. It's not like you, trying to make money from your own things. Do you know what that is called?
"
He took a deep breath, but still couldn't resist the urge to teach his younger brother.
"what is it call?"
Qian Yirong still tilted his little head and asked.
"That's called a prodigal!" Qian Yizheng said seriously.
Qian Yirong: "..."
Although he is still young, he still knows what the word "prodigal son" means.
"I'm not a prodigal. I will earn a lot of money in the future, a lot! Huh, brother, you say I am a prodigal. From now on, I won't give you a single copper to spend, all of it will be spent on my mother!"
he said angrily.
My brother is so bad. He actually called him a prodigal son. He is not like that.
He has a very bright mind and will definitely be able to earn a lot of money in the future, so much that he can’t even keep it at home!
"I am your eldest brother, how can I point to your money? Can't I earn it myself?" Qian Yizheng did not show weakness and reminded his younger brother angrily.
Is he just someone who doesn’t know how to earn money, but only knows how to spend it?
If this is the case, then he might as well find a piece of tofu and hit him to death. It would be too embarrassing!
"If you don't know how to make money, you can't make money!" Qian Yirong said, stamping his little feet.
"Who said that?"
Qian Yizheng is not convinced, why can't he make money?
"I said!"
Qian Yirong blocked his brother's words with one word.
Anyway, he feels that the eldest brother will definitely not be able to make money in the future. What’s wrong? Is there anything wrong?
