Reborn as a wealthy family, Young Master Zhan lay down obediently

Chapter 200 Just kidding
From taking him in until now, the only thing that has been paid attention to by others is the one that An Ranran fancy today, but because of the thread problem, the price changed from 1000 yuan to 50 yuan.

The more the proprietress thought about it, the more she regretted it, wishing she could push Song Ming to An Ranran immediately.

So when she heard that Song Ming had rejected An Ranran's proposal, the proprietress immediately exploded.

Song Ming hesitated for a moment, looking at the proprietress with a bit of begging for mercy in his eyes, but the proprietress frowned and was unwilling to say a soft word.

An Ranran was very satisfied with the performance of the proprietress.

She took a step back, walked to Song Ming's side, reached out and took his arm: "Master, I really lack people there, so you can follow me. And as long as you agree to work at my place, I will use 1000 In addition to buying this dress, I can also pay you three months' salary in advance, so that you can buy what you want! What do you think?"

With such a favorable condition, not only the proprietress smiled, but even the melon-eating crowd who came to watch became excited: "Little girl, you are short of a few people, my craftsmanship is also very good!"

An Ranran smiled at the person who spoke: "There is only one vacancy for the time being, but I may recruit a few more workers in a while. At that time, Master, if you are still interested, you can come over."

"Really? Then, where is your store? What's its name?"

"Ran Ai! The store is in the XC area."

"It's a little far away." The speaker was not without disappointment.

An Ranran smiled, and didn't answer the man's words, but turned his eyes and looked at Song Ming earnestly: "Master, if you are not satisfied with this condition, then tell me, how can you agree?" Come to work with me."

Now that things had developed, Song Ming understood that he had to leave today. As for whether to follow An Ranran, he still couldn't make up his mind for a while.

"Master, what are you thinking about?"

"Do you need to think about it? Naturally, I followed you." The proprietress smiled and pushed Song Ming, "Old Song, congratulations on your luck."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and took off the clothes on the model, put them into a simple handbag and stuffed them in An Ranran's hands, then smiled at Song Ming: "This clothes Being able to sell it for 1000 yuan can be regarded as a little credit for you living and eating with me for so long."

The proprietress said this sentence beamingly, and finally dispelled the last little hesitation in Song Ming's heart.

He reached out to take the bag for An Ranran, his eyelids drooped, and he looked at the ground: "1000 yuan, I will return it to you!"

An Ranran pursed her lips: "This is the reward you deserve, why do you say you haven't paid it back?"

Song Ming smiled wryly.He shook his head slightly.Turning to face the proprietress, she said, "I'll go back and clean up."

"What else do you need to pack? You have a rotten quilt and a broken mattress. This girl looks like a wealthy owner. Will she still be short of your bed?"

Seeing that Song Ming finally agreed to leave, the proprietress couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and when she heard that Song Ming was going back to clean up, she immediately became concerned again. It was all useless trash, but even trash was her trash.

So she refused at that time, and even found a high-sounding reason to refuse.

In the eyes of the proprietress, Song Ming is usually very cowardly, so she took it for granted that she could easily dismiss him with a single sentence, but unexpectedly, this time Song Ming was very firm: "My things, I always We need to go back and tidy up."

The proprietress immediately lowered her face: "What can you have..."

"The proprietress!" An Ranran couldn't help interjecting, "Even if he sold it to you, he must have some personal belongings, or does the proprietress even want to refuse these things as her own?"

In front of everyone, the lady boss's old face was a bit embarrassed, "I don't care about his rags! I'm just afraid that he will change his mind and not follow you."

An Ranran smiled: "Then I have to thank the proprietress for her kindness. Since you have no objection, let the master go back and clean up. I will use this time to pay the proprietress."

As soon as she heard that there was money to be collected, the proprietress's face turned into a smile in an instant: "That's right, it's okay, old Song, hurry up and clean it up!"

Song Ming sighed softly, glanced at An Ranran again, then turned and walked to the back of the store.

An Ranran came here today, but brought a lot of money. At first, he thought it would take some trouble to invite the master back, but he didn't expect that it would be settled with 1000 yuan.

So when paying, she didn't even blink her eyelids, and directly counted ten hundred-yuan bills to the proprietress.

The money here is paid clearly, and Song Ming has already packed his things over there.

A small wooden box, for example, is all Song and Ming's belongings.

Even if An Ranran didn't open it, she knew that it contained Song Ming's commonly used tools.

The proprietress saw Song Ming coming out with a suitcase, and said without hesitation: "Did you take anything you shouldn't have?"

Song Ming paused slightly, his arms trembled slightly, and wanted to open the box for the proprietress to check.

An Ranran stopped him one step before him, and looked at the proprietress with clear eyes: "Since you want to check, let's tell the truth first, if there are things that belong to you in this box, then every extra one I will give you an extra 1000 yuan, but if there is nothing in it, you can return the 1000 yuan you just charged me. The neighbors in the neighborhood happen to be there, so why not give us a witness?"

The proprietress was stunned for a moment, and quickly glanced at the crowd, she also knew in her heart that Song Ming's small wooden box couldn't fit any valuables, let alone he didn't have any valuables either.

Thinking of this, the proprietress vaguely regretted what she just said.

You obviously already know that the little girl in front of you is a difficult person, so why bother, right?

Thinking of this, the proprietress smiled awkwardly: "I was just joking."

An Ranran looked at her expressionlessly: "It's really just a joke?"

The proprietress sneered: "It's just a joke, Lao Song. Although you haven't made any contribution here, I'm still very sad to be separated so suddenly."

While talking, he turned around and took out a cardboard box from the cabinet next to him: "This is for you!"

An Ranran glanced at it and saw that the box was full of scraps of clothes.

The proprietress's calculation is really good.

However, although An Ranran was disdainful, she also sincerely respected what the master meant, so she tried her best to hold back the questioning that was about to burst out of her chest, and turned her attention to the master.

(End of this chapter)