After being read, the fake daughter was spoiled in 90

Chapter 69

Young people, who are the main consumers, are no longer used to buying clothes here.

The styles here are single, the prices are expensive, and the service attitude is not good. The only advantage is probably the good quality.

However, quality may only be in the top five among young people’s priorities.

Song Xiaoran walked around the second floor and found that there was a serious problem with his original judgment!

It's so big here, it must be several thousand meters.

At that time, she thought that if she had 10 to 20 yuan of goods, she would be able to fill it up. Now after rough calculation, it is definitely not enough.

She may even need to prepare 50 yuan of goods to fill such a large shopping mall!

Because it is impossible for shopping malls to be left empty.

To contract the entire second floor of the shopping mall and ensure its operation is likely to require a total capital of 90 to 100 million.

This number was completely out of her plan!
  "One million, two months?"

Song Xiaoran took a breath.

I originally thought that I could make two more months of profit from the clothes stall, and start the milk tea business as soon as possible. If I make more than two months of profit, even if it is less than 2, it may not be much different.

I thought I could almost find a way to borrow it from my dad, like IOU.

But if the difference is 50, it’s useless to look for anyone.

Although my father has a lot of power, he really doesn’t have much cash savings.

Song Wenxuan is not a person who only focuses on making money. He is a person who has basically escaped from low-level tastes and has higher and greater pursuits.

Besides, at his level, there aren't many places to spend money.

"We have to think of other ways."

Song Xiaoran frowned and walked around the second floor twice more. After feeling that she had something to look at, she went downstairs.

Zhao Shaokang, who had completed all the purchase procedures and was holding a bucket of soybean oil, was standing at the stairs waiting for Song Xiaoran to come down.

Song Xiaoran came to Zhao Shaokang's side. The worries she had just forgotten were forgotten. She curiously took the pager from his hand and pressed it randomly before losing interest.

"Stand still, don't move."

"what?"

"Open your arms."

"Oh."

Zhao Shaokang opened his arms and let Song Xiaoran manipulate him like a puppet.

Song Xiaoran walked over and stopped in front of Zhao Shaokang. He lowered his head and tried to fasten the buckle on the back of the pager to Zhao Shaokang's belt.

When Zhao Shaokang lowered his head, his chin almost touched the top of Song Xiaoran's head, and what came to his nose was the faint fragrance of her hair.

Zhao Shaokang subconsciously looked around with his peripheral vision. After confirming that no one was around, he secretly took a deep breath——

Suddenly I felt relaxed and happy, and my soul was overwhelmed.

Song Xiaoran helped Zhao Shaokang pin the pager, took a step back and looked again and again, and couldn't help laughing: "A pocket bag, a BB camera, and a bucket of soybean oil. Zhao Shaokang, your look is amazing!"

Zhao Shaokang also smiled, turned his satchel around and moved it in front of his stomach, then patted the pager on his waist, shook off the soybean oil on his hand, straightened his waist and said, "Do we look like rich people?" ?”

Song Xiaoran laughed so hard that she couldn't stand up straight: "Haha, it's not like that, it's exactly the same."

After Zhao Shaokang finished teasing her, he put his satchel on his back, and then covered the pager with his shirt, hiding the aura of the rich man:
  "Stop laughing, let's go home with the TV."

"Hahaha, okay, by the way, you just looked like the million-dollar household raising pigs in the village. Your family must be running a big pig farm. How many pigs does the boss have at home? Hahaha."

"Haha, I just raised a pig, and it laughs every day. I'm afraid that I'll hold her by my side all day long because I'm afraid that she'll laugh silly."

"Ha...huh? You called me a pig!! Zhao Shaokang!"

"Oh, let's stop making trouble. Remember my pager number. 0808521. What do you think? Is it easy to remember?"

Zhao Shaokang looked at Song Xiaoran, his voice was a little soft, a little soft. “0808521, not bad, easy to remember!”

Song Xiaoran lowered his head, as if writing down numbers.

Zhao Shaokang smiled: "Okay. Then I'll install the TV."

Song Xiaoran nodded: "Okay, I'll wait for you at the door."

Zhao Shaokang hummed.

Song Xiaoran waited for Zhao Shaokang to go to the place where he picked up the goods, then raised his head and muttered in a voice that could only be heard by himself:

“0808，8月8号那天是我来的那天吧，那天晚上见面的……521……521……那又是……又是什么呢……”
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  In the evening, the small living room of the Song family was crowded with neighbors.

The Tongzi Building is so big that if something happens to someone's house, it won't take a day for it to spread.

For a happy event like buying a big TV at home, everyone is more willing to come over and have a look to congratulate Yiyi, which can be considered happy.

Neighbor A: "Yeah, Lao Song, your family bought such a big color TV!"

Song Kun: "Yes, I just arrived in the afternoon."

Neighbor B: "Oh, it's still imported! It's so big, isn't it cheap?"

Song Kun: "This, 2588! I said let's change to a cheaper one. If my Xiaoran says no, she has to pay for a bigger one! Hey, she can make her own money and spend it. I really can't control her. Got it!"

Neighbor C: "Gee, Xiaoran is so capable! My son is older than Xiaoran, and he can't afford such a big color TV with one year's salary."

Song Kun: "Oh, no matter how much you earn, you can't help but spend it randomly!"

Neighbors: "This is also Xiaoran's filial piety."

Song Kun: "Indeed. Look at the picture on this big color TV, it's so clear and comfortable."

……

Song Xiaoran and her mother sat on chairs and ate melon seeds, watching quietly as their father and neighbors sometimes praised him directly, sometimes indirectly, sometimes praised him directly, and sometimes used disparagement instead of praise.

In short, it is the ability and filial piety of Versailles' own daughter.

The first wave of neighbors saw them off, and the second wave of neighbors connected seamlessly.

Song Kun: "...This, 2588! I said let's change to a cheaper one. My Xiaoran has to say no, so..."

Song Xiaoran is not a thin-skinned person, but she could hold back the first wave just now, but this second wave of neighbors came, and hearing her father say the same words again, she really couldn't sit still.

"Mom, you don't care about dad." Song Xiaoran blushed and turned away, whispering to her mother.

"Just let him have fun." Qin Xiang covered his mouth and said with a smile, "We don't have many people coming to this building. If this were in a rural area, the whole village would have to line up to visit."

Song Xiaoran:......

Okay, as long as dad is happy.

It wasn't until after 11 o'clock in the evening that Ling Ju stopped coming, and the Song family became completely quiet.

Song Kun sat back at the dining table and directed Song Ximing, who had just returned home from work, to pour him a glass of white wine. After finishing the dinner, he just found some pickles and peanuts.

Song Kun pointed at the TV and asked Qin Xiang: "Why did you turn the TV off and on?"

Qin Xiang was angry: "The TV series has ended long ago."

"Then I can watch the evening news."

"At this time, the evening news is gone, the channel is closed, and all that's left is snowflakes."

Song Kun thought for a moment and said, "Then let's look at the snowflakes."

"Me," Qin Xiang resisted the urge to blast her husband in front of her son and turned on the TV for him.

Song Kun took a sip of pickled peanuts, took a sip of wine, looked at the large color TV bought by his daughter, and sighed: "These snowflakes are bigger than before, and they were whiter before..."

Song Xiaoran, who was already lying on the bed with her eyes closed, smiled. It was another beautiful dream tonight.

(End of this chapter)