Otherwise, wouldn’t all those who sell fruits across the country make a fortune?

"Zuo Yang, is it so profitable to sell fruits?"

Zhao Xuefang was a little dissatisfied and asked, holding back the fear.

Erya said proudly: "What's this little money! Brother Yang found more than 20 people to work in the afternoon, each of whom was 200 yuan!"

Damn it!

A salary of 200 yuan in one afternoon?

Shao Linjun's heart skipped a beat and his face shook.

My mother!

Zhao Xuefang almost choked to death by his saliva.

Two hundred yuan in an afternoon, isn’t this too bold?

More than twenty people, each with two hundred...

Oh my God, it's nearly five thousand yuan!

The couple's stomach was gusting with sour water, and they felt that they didn't feel good in their mouths.

Zuo Yang ignored them and took out another thousand dollars and handed them to Yu Lele.

"Hehe, do I have it too?"

Yu Lele looked at the money, but did not reach out.

This afternoon, she helped and didn't do much.

"Of course, I can't favor one or the other, right?"

Zuo Yang smiled and grabbed her hand and wanted to stuff the money into her hand.

"Hehe, I don't want it!"

Yu Lele smiled and pulled out his hand, but did not accept the money.

"You should give this money to Sister Cao, just treat it as the extra salary you paid for her!"

This afternoon, she met Cao Hui for the first time.

During her conversation, she also learned about Cao Hui's experience from Erya's mouth, and felt sad.

What era is this? How come there is such feudal superstition?

Wang Mancang was smashed to death. It was purely an accident. What did it have to do with Cao Hui?

People are young and have to be widowed. It is too inhumane to live a lonely life!

Yu Lele felt unbearable, so she asked Zuo Yang to give Cao Hui more money to help her.

"Okay, I'll leave it to her tomorrow."

Seeing that she was so determined, Zuo Yang did not refuse and agreed.

But it was too late. It would definitely be inappropriate to knock on Cao Hui's door now, and maybe it would cause her some trouble.

After a while, Yu Maomaofa finished his salary and came in with a smile.

"Mr. Zuo, the salary has been paid. What else do you have to make?"

"roll!"

Zuo Yang laughed and scolded, stretched out his feet to kick him.

Yu Maomao ran all the way and disappeared.

Zuo Yang accompanied his grandfather for a while and then served his grandfather to sleep.

Midway through, Situ Weilan made a phone call.

...

Xiao family.

Xiao Jianren was sitting, Xiao Sicong and a few second-rate men were standing in front of him.

"Dad, think of a solution!"
Chapter completed!