The Runaway Wife of the Godfather of the Republic of China

Chapter 212 Miss Calendar (2)
She really has no other way out, besides Shushu, she can't think of anyone else who can help her?
"Wait a minute." Zhong Shushu opened the drawers and cabinets, found a pile of silver dollars in a while, put them in a money bag and handed them to her.

"A total of 85 silver dollars. When my mother comes back, I will ask her again, and I can give you some more."

"These are enough for salary." Tears welled up in Ye Qingran's eyes, "Thank you, Shushu. I will pay it back as soon as possible."

"What's mine is yours, don't return it. Qingran, what else can I do for you?" Shushu asked carefully.

She shook her head.

Zhong Shushu sent her downstairs.

"Qingran, I lost the election!"

"What failed?" she asked casually.

"Miss Moon Calendar, I didn't even pass the first test, so I died miserably. Tomorrow the top ten will have a final. I really envy them."

Ye Qingran remembered that she once promised that Mr. Wang to participate in Miss Calendar, but then she was snatched away by Shi Lang, and then fell into the bottom of the valley, she almost forgot about it!

"Is there a bonus for the top three?"

"Of course, with four figures, you can also endorse advertisements and be a star—"

Ye Qingran ran out before saying goodbye to Shushu.

A pair of young men's hands grabbed her and stuffed her with a bulging money bag.

Ye Qingran turned his eyes to meet Zhong Yimin's affectionate eyes.

"Brother Yi Min—" She didn't want his money, and before handing it to him, he had already said "I'll pay it later" and went upstairs resolutely.

He just wanted to help her as best he could.

Since God destined him not to have her, let's watch her be happy!

He was afraid of embarrassing her and increasing her psychological burden, so he hid away after giving her the money bag.

Ye Qingran looked back at Zhong Yimin's steady and tall back, clutching the bag of money tightly in his hand, and ran out of "Zhongji Photo Studio."

By the time she arrived at Paramount, she was out of breath.

The entrance of Paramount is brightly lit and full of flowers.The final of Miss Calendar will be held tomorrow, and there will be lots of people coming and going.

The busy Mr. Wang saw Ye Qingran at a glance.

"Miss Jasmine—"

She was taken aback.By the way, she used the word "Jasmine" to declare her name at the beginning.

"Mr. Wang, can I continue to participate in the competition?" She cut to the point.

"Absolutely not. You signed up very hastily back then. You didn't come for the preliminary round and the semi-final round. Tomorrow will be the final round to select the top three!" Mr. Wang looked at the woman in front of him and said with a smile, "But Miss Jasmine is very beautiful and beautiful. Female streams are comparable. Just wait a moment, I'll discuss it with the organizing committee."

"Thank you." She was a little nervous.

If she can get a place in this competition, she can get a bonus, and she can be more lenient.

After all, what she needs most now is money!
After a while, a few men came out and began to comment on Ye Qingran in a low voice.

Ye Qingran straightened her body and looked back at them neither humble nor overbearing.

"Miss Jasmine," Mr. Wang walked over with a smile, "what a coincidence, Luo Yi, who was shortlisted in the top ten, just withdrew. We have already discussed it, and we will give you an exception. You can directly participate in tomorrow's finals. Before tomorrow at eight o'clock Be sure to come to Paramount to gather."

"Thank you." She bowed deeply to them.

No matter what their purpose is, if they let her participate, isn't there hope for her?
Ye Qingran rushed home under the bright moonlight.

In the past, she was dismissive of this kind of competition where people would criticize her. Now, as long as there is money to be made, she will give it a try.

(End of this chapter)