"I thought your early education had discovered it." Seeing Zhuge Dali's surprised expression, Tang Zhan could tell that Zhuge Dali had not looked through the cabinet: "You saw it too, the money was in the cabinet, and you didn't notice it yourself.
It’s not that I didn’t tell you.”
Zhuge Dali suddenly had the feeling that he had a lot of money but didn't know it. But when he looked at the cabinet and saw that it was less than tens of thousands, she was puzzled: "How do you make money?"
Tang Zhan had already taken off his clothes. After getting into bed, he patted the place beside him and said with a smile: "This is complicated to say. Come over here and I will explain it to you slowly."
Zhuge Dali went to bed and leaned on the pillow, curiously waiting for Tang Zhan's answer.
Tang Zhan smiled: "There were some things I couldn't say just now in front of Yifei and the others."
"You also know that you lost all your money in stocks, and our family has no money left. As your husband, I can't let you go hungry."
"So after I went out that day, I was originally ambitious to make money, but I had ideas while walking above everyone, but there was no way because I didn't have a penny at the time, and I had to solve the problem of food."
The more Tang Zhan talked, the more embarrassed he became. He had never thought that making money was so difficult sometimes, and what he said to Zhao Haitang would actually happen to him one day.
Zhuge Dali was very curious: "I have also thought about this question. How did you buy buns when you didn't have a penny?"
"My idea at the time was very simple. I wanted to use the resources around me to make money. But if I wanted to use the resources around me to make money, I had to have resources that I could provide to others." Tang Zhan became more and more embarrassed as he talked: "But I didn't have a penny at the time.
, I simply don’t have the ability to use the resources around me to make money, so I have to give myself the ability.”
"I was walking on the street thinking of a solution."
"When I saw an empty bottle in front of me, I finally gave up face for the sake of life."
"After more than an hour of picking up scraps, I finally bought breakfast. At least I have something to eat in the morning."
Tang Zhan said it very easily, Zhuge Dali could see that he must have been in a difficult situation at the time.
Tang Zhan actually had a hard time choosing.
But...
There's nothing you can do about being handsome.
He is a young and handsome guy who is picking up scraps early in the morning. His turnaround rate is too high.
It was a feeling he never intended to experience again in his life.
Tang Zhan said with a smile: "I have accumulated enough capital, so I can already use the resources around me to make money. After I sold the buns to Meijia, I already had fifty yuan in capital."
"But another problem gives me a headache, because according to my status setting, I have to go to work at eight in the morning, so from eight to four in the afternoon, I can't go out to make money."
"Not being able to make money is a trivial matter."
"I also had to think about what to eat for lunch. Even if I tried to save money at noon, the principal I had just accumulated would be reduced, so I went out after eating, intending to look for ways to make money. After all,
At that time, making an extra dollar would be of great help."
"But at that time I already had fifty yuan in my hand, so at least I felt confident."
After Tang Zhan finished speaking, he smiled at Zhuge Dali and said: "I'm not afraid of you laughing at me. I was already risking my life at that time. If I really can't make any money, I will continue to pick up scraps for seven days."