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The crying voice made the teller's ears hurt. Unable to bear it, she walked to the safe, blocked her view, entered the six-digit password, took out the intercom inside, and told the landlord about Wang Mingwan's situation.

Shen Ruoran only said one sentence: "If you don't abide by the rules of the building, get out of the building."

The walkie-talkie was loudspeaker, and to Wang Mingwan, the words that came out were cruel and cold. Her face was pale, but she didn't cry any more.

Following the poster's instructions, the teller evicted Wang Mingwan unceremoniously and muttered: "Even if you don't have a job, you can apply to the poster to set up a stall to earn wealth. It's good to be able to survive. I'm not satisfied yet."

Wang Mingwan's whole face hurt when she heard these words. She lowered her head, hid her ferocious face, and walked out of the bank quickly.

"Come and take a look, the fresh prune and vegetable pancakes and white sugar pancakes are coming out of the oven."

"This is a small genuine leather bag. Don't miss it when you pass by. It's comparable to Chanel, Gucci and other major brands. It's clean and undamaged."

Wang Mingwan looked at the homemade bag placed on the snakeskin bag with disdain. The quality was far different from what she usually wore. It was not even worthy of being used as a garbage bag.

The vendors know how to watch people's emotions best. They dragged their stools and moved away from Wang Mingwan in disgust.

This place is just like the entrance to a village in the countryside. It is the core gathering place for gossip in the building. What happens in the building, even if it is sesame seeds and rotten millet, must be discussed here.

Zhou Qing was worried that Wang Mingwan would use the filial piety in the eyes of outsiders to suppress the simple Bo Zhiya. When serving food in the restaurant, she would tell everyone about Bo Zhiya's pitiful life experience, but she did not mention Wang Mingwan's name clearly. Everyone only knew that the building was here. She became the stepmother of Bo Zhiya.

After that, Wang Mingwan privately inquired about the situation of Bo Zhiya and Zhou Qing, and continued to launch an offensive using the white lotus green tea method against Bo Jianli.

But her wish is doomed to fail. The building is not a normal society. Everything here depends on Shen Ruoran. As for Bo Zhiya and Zhou Qing, as the first and second employees and tenants of the building, and living on such a good floor as the 30th floor, they are obviously popular people around the building owner.

Even if some people were confused by Wang Mingwan's pitiful appearance, they did not dare to say anything.

Wang Mingwan pretended several times, but found that this trick was of no use, so she began to use the power of the Bo Group to suppress others.

She has observed that before the natural disaster, the old tenants of the building were basically ordinary people. As long as Bo's profit was thrown in, no one would be tempted.

But Wang Mingwan thought wrong again. The heavy rain has turned Blue Star into a hell. Everyone is living one day at a time. Only fools who don't understand the situation will be moved.

After several operations, Wang Mingwan became completely famous in the building. Green Tea's arrogant and dirty words became the talk of the building after dinner.

Wang Mingwan came to the first floor where the vendors gathered. She didn't plan to actually set up a stall. She found a dessert shop that she was most satisfied with and said in a domineering tone:

"Beauty, I am the wife of the chairman of the Bo Group. Your dessert shop has a good future. If you inject enough start-up capital in the early stage, it will definitely become bigger and stronger and turn into a real building industry."

Wang Mingwan recalled how Bo Jianli led her to discuss business in the past, and copied it exactly like a cat or a tiger.

The dessert stall owner twitched his lips silently, as if he didn't expect Wang Mingwan to come and was a little unable to resist.

She understood what Wang Mingwan meant. She wanted to sell her dessert shop profits for free. All investments were completely fictitious. To put it bluntly, they were using Bo's future profits as bait.

Afraid that Wang Mingwan would go crazy if she didn't get the reply she wanted, the stall owner quietly put some desserts away and said, "No, it's a small business in the building, just support yourself."