Just want to be so frivolous and inhumane

Song Ci was fifty-seven years old when she came through, and now it has been almost two years, fifty-nine?

Madam Gong looked at her and said, "You are born in April. In terms of the age of vain, it is already sixty-one."

The ancients all calculated the big things, even if they were counted as a false year, they would have to calculate two more years.

Song Ci didn't want to recognize her old age, so she whispered and said, "It's obviously fifty-nine, so we only talk about the real year."

Madam Gong didn't raise her eyelids and said with a smile: "It's good that you're happy. The lady of the left and right are thinking about giving you a birthday next year."

"Doesn't this mean I'm going to receive many more gifts?" Song Ci's eyes lit up.

Familiar eyes, familiar tone, familiar love for money like life.

Madam Gong smiled: "Yes."

"That's a must-do. It's been a long-lived person for a long time, so I must do it." Song Ci smiled on her face, and she was already dreaming about what kind of gifts she would receive next year.

Madam Gong handed over a cup of tea, thought for a while, and asked, "Madam, do you really love money so much?"

This guy likes to visit his private warehouse. He is bored and likes to take out the property booklets to read. Over and over again, the joy in his eyes is not fake.

But she loves money, and the things she gives to the younger generations are not ruthless at all, and the level of being generous in giving treasures seems to be different from hers.

"I love you, why don't you love me?" Song Ci looked at her and said, "You forgot what my origin was? When I was afraid of being poor, I naturally loved money, because having money means having confidence and saying that I can do many things, just like doing good deeds. Isn't it all because of money that I can develop this kindness?"

If you don’t have money, you can only have a dream.

"I think it's not just because of this, right?"

Song Ci laughed awkwardly: "You have seen it through. Haha, my grandmother is me, I just like rich, rich, and I don't have to do anything. Commonly known as lying down in life. Don't you think this is very pleasant?"

Although she was a bit shameless, she felt really happy about the good thing about a pie falling from the sky like now. Just watching the baby rising in her personal warehouse, the feeling really made her very happy.

Becoming a very rich girl was originally her daydream. Although it is a bit imperfect now, it is called a dream come true. If you have the opportunity to "make money", you naturally cannot miss it perfectly.

"But it doesn't make much money, and I can't finish it alone." Madam Gong discussed this view of money with her for the first time.

Even if she is a slave, at this age, her wealth is enough for her to enjoy her old age and she can’t use it all, let alone Song Ci. With such a status, she doesn’t have to worry about food and drink at all, and she needs so much money.

So she really doesn't understand what Song Ci'aicai means?

"Madam Gong, everyone has a sense of pleasure in their hearts. Some people want to be powerful, some people want to be hugged, and some people want to be rich, and they achieve the pleasure they want. I am just looking for the super rich pleasure. No matter whether I can spend it or not, it will be the right pleasure anyway. This is how I please myself. It doesn't make any sense, just because I like it. I like to see that I can't spend it all."

She just likes the feeling of being inhumane, what's wrong?

Madam Gong was a little speechless, okay, she admitted that she couldn't understand that point.

"Not mentioning this. Gong Madam, all the girls are about to get married now. What about you, do you have a little girl you like?"

Madam Gong was stunned.
Chapter completed!