90: The Real Daughter Has a Divine Calculation System

Chapter 34

The business of "Grandma Milk Tea" was extremely hot on the opening day. Chen Meng and Xie Yulian were planning to open a hotel together, and they were already in the decoration stage. They specially asked bodyguards to come and buy a whole car to send to the decoration workers.

He Hui also made arrangements for the employees of his own company, not to mention the police officers from CID.

Wang Po and her two employees went from smiling at the beginning to frowning and finally feeling hopeless, all they had to do was make 232 cups of milk tea at one time.

But Zhang Zhaonian was a tactless person. "Master, business is so good, why are you not happy?"

Wang Po: …get away, you bastard!

Anzi stood on a stool and was responsible for taking orders and collecting money. Jian Xiaoli and Asan helped with sealing and packing. Zhang Zhaonian was responsible for the students sitting in the milk tea shop.

The small milk tea shop was bustling with activity. Passersby saw the lively scene and were curious about what "milk tea" was. They stopped and came over to see what was going on.

However, after just one morning, Anzi began to feel depressed, and even Zhang Zhaonian, who had the most energy, was the same.

"It's okay. We're opening today and our acquaintances are taking care of the business. Everything will be fine tomorrow." Wang Po rubbed Anzi's head, not knowing whether she was comforting her or herself.

If it's like this every day, will her old arms and legs still be useful?
As a result, the next day, the Zhang family, Chen Yanni, Aunt Jia and other old acquaintances came, and on the third day, the Liu family came again...

Wang Po was annoyed.

Although counting money at night is really fun, making milk tea is really tiring! Her hands are almost broken from stirring the milk tea!
The two employees were also suffering. They were both widows who had lost their husbands and were raising children alone. At the end of the day, they didn't even have the energy to cook for their children when they got home. Fortunately, Grandma Wang was a generous boss and gave each of them a bonus of 20 yuan, otherwise they might not have been able to hold on.

I thought the business would gradually fade away and maintain a normal level, but I didn't expect that because the milk tea was novel and tasted good, it suddenly became popular in several nearby schools. Even white-collar workers in office buildings came to buy it every day, not to mention Zhang Zhaonian's rich second-generation friends, who bought ten or twenty cups each time.

Wang Po gritted her teeth and simply bought the dying shoe shop next door at a high price, and also developed the couple into her employees.

What could Anzi say? She could only applaud.

Some people, as long as they are given a platform to display their talents, will surely soar to success, and Wang Po is obviously such a person.

Busy times always pass quickly. In a blink of an eye, Anzi has enrolled in school and become a student in the small class of "Xingxing Kindergarten". Zhang Zhaonian has also been in An's home for nearly a month.

During this period, in addition to getting up early every day to learn kung fu and starting from the bottom of the work force in the company, he also taught Anzi to read.

I know the traditional Chinese character An Zi, but I have to find an excuse, so I turned my attention to Zhang Zhaonian.

Ever since Zhang Zhaofeng's death, Zhang Zhaonian could no longer be the same as before, not caring about anything and just being a second-generation rich man who lived a life of idleness and waiting to die. He was forced by Zhang Sili to start from scratch and was miserable every day. Fortunately, Anzi kept him company by teaching him how to draw talismans, so that he was not driven crazy.

That day, Anzi was lying on his little bed preparing for a nap. His deskmate Ran Xinying came over quietly holding a doll and said, "Anzi, can I sleep with you?"

Anzi nodded and moved halfway to the side, "Then come up quickly."

She liked her deskmate Ran Xinying very much. She had long arms and legs, bright facial features and fair skin. She was said to be learning ballet. The two became friends on the first day of school.

Ran Xinying had her hair down. She first placed the teddy bear in her hand next to An Zi, then used her hands and feet to climb onto the bed and lie down. An Zi pulled a thin blanket over her.

"Anzi, I can't sleep. Daddy and Mommy are arguing again." Ran Xinying held Anzi's hand and rested her head on her little shoulder.

Anzi groggily said "hmm". He had a violin lesson at He's house last night, and then went home to learn a set of boxing in the system classroom. He was very sleepy now. Ran Xinying sighed softly and closed her eyes.

She wanted to tell Anzi that when his parents were arguing, they wanted a divorce. She didn’t know what to do, but Anzi looked so tired…

After school, the two little girls walked out of the school gate hand in hand. Ran Xinying saw her mother's red car from a distance and said unhappy, "Anzi, my mother is here to pick me up."

Anzi also saw the red car and frowned, "Wait, don't go over there yet."

Ran Xinying was confused, "What's wrong, Anzi?"

Anzi turned his head and saw a dark aura gradually spreading over her face, and he couldn't help but tighten his grip on her hand.

Perhaps because he saw that they did not move, the car window slowly lowered, revealing Ruan Fanghua's slightly stiff face. An Zi noticed that there was a burly man sitting in the passenger seat.

Ruan Fanghua's eyes were red, her left cheek was abnormally swollen, and there was a little blood at the corner of her lips. Anzi also saw the deathly aura on her face.

When Ran Xinying saw the wound on her mother's face, she ignored everything and ran towards the car.

Anzi stamped her feet. The situation was critical. She didn't care about being punished by Wang Po and hurriedly ran over.

She has been practicing martial arts and has good physical strength. She can run quite fast, but she can only run at a similar speed as Ran Xinying.

The two little girls just ran to the front of the car, and Ran Xinying was about to speak, but Anzi immediately shouted: "Mommy, why are you hurt? Did Daddy hit you?"

Ran Xinying opened her mouth and a handkerchief suddenly covered her face.

She only had time to see a snake tattoo before she passed out.

When she woke up again, Ran Xinying found herself lying in an empty room, with Anzi lying next to her, and both of their schoolbags were missing.

She hurriedly crawled over and met Anzi's open eyes.

"An..." Ran Xinying was about to speak, but Anzi raised a finger to his lips and said, "Shh..."

"Xinying, from now on, you are Anzi and I am Ran Xinying, do you understand?" Anzi spoke almost in a whisper.

Fortunately, they often whispered in class, so even though Anzi's voice was so low, Ran Xinying could still hear it clearly.

She didn't know what Anzi was up to, but she believed that Anzi must have his reasons for saying that, so she nodded.

"Mom...where's Aunt Ruan?" Ran Xinying lay down next to Anzi, head touching hers, and was very worried about Ruan Fanghua.

Anzi held her hand and comforted her softly, "She's fine."

Just now, Anzi used his spiritual sense, which he had just cultivated, to check the surrounding situation. He felt a little weak and listless, and it was difficult for him to move.

They are now locked up in an abandoned sawmill. There are many armed men outside. Ruan Fanghua is next door, and those men are forcing her to call Ran Xinying's father.

(End of this chapter)