Zhuang Mengdie, who has a memory six years ahead of his time, has been on the run and has worked many jobs, still has many ways to make money. For example, after working as a cleaner in a company and becoming a clerk, he gained exposure to stock knowledge and invested in a stock.
, Guaranteed big profits and special profits...
For example, everyone knows that housing prices have skyrocketed, investing in real estate...
For example, entering the mobile phone industry, entering the computer industry...
Etc., etc……
There are indeed many ways, but firstly, there is no capital, and secondly, they are all relatively far away. [ ] Zhuang Mengdie does not have so much time to wait now, and he can make hundreds of thousands in a few days.
There is really no way.
"Are you going to rob? Rob a bank or a jewelry store or something." Zhuang Mengdie looked at his fists, smiled bitterly, and gave up this unrealistic method, "Even if you rob, you have to protect it wholeheartedly.
The family happiness will be gone..."
After thinking about it, Zhuang Mengdie finally fell asleep. In her sleep, she seemed to have had a dream. She dreamed that the King of Hell said that her life was not over yet, but when the bull-headed horse-face sent her to return her to the sun, he accidentally sent her to
Six years ago, she also dreamed that in that deep space, a blood-red bead seemed to have penetrated into her mouth, allowing her to swallow it...
The night was so long, and the dreams were so long, and so confusing, until a familiar, kind, and enchanting voice rang in his ears, "Die'er, get up soon..." Zhuang Mengdie opened his eyes and forgot about the dream.
, she looked at everything in the room, nothing had changed, she confirmed again that she was at home, her father was alive, her mother was fine, her little brother was still cute and silly, and she was only fifteen years old...
Zhuang Mengdie got up, went to his younger brother's room to wake him up, washed his face and brushed his teeth, tidied up, prepared to finish dinner, and go to school. School, for Zhuang Mengdie, was a term that had been a long time ago...
While eating, Zhuang Tianqing asked: "Die'er, what day is it today?"
"It should be Thursday!" Zhuang Mengdie replied. Zhuang Buzhou bit a piece of cake and affirmed vaguely: "Well, today is Thursday, it's my turn to be on duty!"
Zhuang Mengdie touched his younger brother's head, and Zhuang Tianqing said: "Oh, today's Shuangseqiu lottery draw, I will buy a few bets later..."
Before Zhuang Tianqing finished speaking, Lin Xuelan said angrily: "Don't waste your money. Our family has plenty of food and clothing, and our monthly salary is quite high. What do you need so much money for? Besides, buy it."
Have you ever won a prize so many times? I don’t think you’ve even won a five-dollar final prize..."
"Hey, Xuelan, you can't think like that. You should think that I am contributing to the country's welfare lottery business!" Zhuang Tianqing said with a smile, and Zhuang Mengdie on the side also thought about it, with a look on his face.
He smiled and complained in his heart: "Yes, why did I forget the double color ball!"