Jin Pinmei: A Girl Appraiser

Feng Tang tilted his head and thought for a while, then asked, "Can I ask for Euros? Dad, I'm a little embarrassed."

The doctor smiled wryly, couldn't help reaching out to touch his face, and sighed, "You can ask for euros."

"Well, well, I want euros..." Feng Tang smiled and asked, "Dad, am I the second generation ancestor?"

"Haha..." The doctor couldn't help laughing when he saw this. When Feng Tang said it just now, he was really worried. He asked for an astronomical figure, but he couldn't afford it. Unexpectedly, he just bought some pocket money. Of course he still has such a small amount of money.

"Father is rich, you can do it if you want to be the second generation ancestor." The doctor smiled, "Actually, you don't need to ask me about this, just tell the fat man and let him arrange it for you right away." gone."

The doctor said in his mouth, but he felt something was wrong in his heart. After thinking for a while, he asked, "Xiao Tang—what do you want money for?"

"I just thought, it's really inconvenient for me to buy something." Feng Tang said, "So, I want some money and do some business, but when I think about it, it seems that I don't know anything... Dad, you Say, I open a clinic, is there a future?"

Seeing his serious appearance, the doctor really wanted to laugh.

"Why do you suddenly have this idea?" The doctor asked with a frown.

"I do have some money, but Grandma Sang gave it to me!" Feng Tang said in a low voice, "All these years, I have lived here, food, and use... all are money, but I can't live in such a muddle-headed way. For the rest of my life. I always do something to earn some money, right?"

The doctor sat down on the sofa beside him, hesitated for a while, and asked, "Little Tang... have you really fallen in love with that Duanmu Baolian?"

Feng Tang never cared about the days of eating and dying. He has been nesting in Jinling all these years. Of course, he would go out occasionally. He told him before that if he wanted something, he would look for the fat man and the little Taoist priest. That is, these years, he has indeed been like this.

However, Feng Tang's expenses are not large, at least far less than what the doctor imagined. He really doesn't care at all that he is the second generation ancestor, as long as he doesn't want to raise too much, he will agree.Even, in the doctor's eyes, money is the same thing. If you don't bring it with you, you have to spend it if you earn it.

"No, I just want to find something to sit around." Feng Tang said, "Otherwise, I don't know what value I am—look at Duanmu Baolian, how old she is, such a little antique shop , She is also doing a good job, at least, she will not ask Mr. Duanmu or Mr. Mei for money. But I am so useless. I will not do anything except ask you for money. "

"But have you ever thought about it, even if you open a clinic, let's say big, I invest you 1000 million, and you open a private hospital, how much money can you make a year?" The doctor smiled wryly.

"I don't know, I don't know economics, I don't know how to calculate." Feng Tang shook his head. When he got along with Duanmu Baolian and Mr. Mei, he really felt ashamed.

Everyone has their own property and business, but he... is relying on others to support him. That day, Mr. Mei made a joke that really made him want to die.

Come back and think about it carefully, if the doctor really cuts off his source of income, what will he do?