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Song Qian also heard the shout of the student behind her, and couldn't help but blush. Secretly looked at Lu Xiaofeng with the afterglow of his eyes. To his surprise, Lu Xiaofeng didn't seem to hear the goods, and he still talked and laughed with himself and Er Mao.

"It's so thick-skinned," Song Qian thought to herself, and couldn't help but touch her hot cheek again.

In fact, Lu Xiaofeng didn't take the glasses man seriously at all, and in the heart of a thirty-year-old man in his previous life, this was no different from a child's family.

The three walked for a while, and Song Qian eased up.

"By the way, Xiaofeng, a few of my classmates also want to buy your shoulder bag."

A few days ago, when he carried the shoulder bag sent by Lu Xiaofeng to school, it instantly caused a sensation among his classmates. Several girls have been asking themselves where to buy shoulder bags.

I was going to talk to Lu Xiaofeng in the past few days, but I didn't expect to forget it as soon as school ended, and if I hadn't seen Lu Xiaofeng come over today, I really wouldn't have remembered.

"It's easy, I'll take some to sell here tomorrow!"

Lu Xiaofeng waved his hand without care, this result had long been expected by him.

When the three returned to the small courtyard, Lu Xiaofeng asked Er Mao to count how much money he had earned today.

Because there was too much change, it was very laborious to count the two Maos, and Song Qian on the side really couldn't bear it, and counted together with the two Maos.

"So much, four hundred and fifty-six pieces!" Song Qian exclaimed, it was the first time she had seen so much money.

Er Mao is relatively calm, today he watched the whole time, for how much money, he probably has a number in his heart.

Lu Xiaofeng looked at the pile of money spread out on the table, pulled out twenty yuan from it and handed it to Song Qian.

Later, if it weren't for Song Qian's help, many people would have looked at Song Qian's face as a school flower. The backpack really doesn't have to be sold out all at once, and I can't let people help me yourself.

"For me?" Song Qian took the money handed over by Lu Xiaofeng without the slightest politeness, and counted it again excitedly.

Although his family conditions are better, he really hasn't taken so much money. Looking at the twenty yuan in her hand, Song Qian's eyes flashed with little stars.

Looking at Song Qian's appearance, Lu Xiaofeng was also speechless for a while, this little girl is really not polite, give it and take it, looking like a wealth fan.

"What are you talking about, so happy?" Wu Xiaoxiao walked in from outside the door at this time, and after such a long time of getting along, her personality gradually became much more cheerful.

Looking at the pile of money on the table, Wu Xiaoxiao's eyes lit up like Song Qian.

I invested ten percent, and I divided it up to more than forty yuan, listening to Lu Xiaofeng's meaning, more people will buy it in the future. I can't imagine how much money I'll make after that.

"Xiaofeng, if you don't reduce the proportion of my investment a little, this is too much."

Wu Xiaoxiao is still relatively embarrassed, Lu Xiaofeng originally pulled himself into the stock obviously to take care of himself, and he can't help but know how to be a villain.

"Yes, yes, Brother Xiaofeng, bring mine down a little." Er Mao echoed on the side, thinking of his performance today, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of chagrin in his heart.

"No, what was given to you is said to be okay, and it can't be changed." Lu Xiaofeng understood what everyone meant, since everyone trusted him, he couldn't treat them badly.

"What investment shares?" Song Qian on the side asked curiously.

Without waiting for Lu Xiaofeng to speak, Er Mao on the side told Song Qian about the matter.

After listening to Er Mao's introduction, Song Qian was also interested.

"Brother Xiaofeng, can I take a stake?" Although Song Qian was a few months older than Lu Xiaofeng, she was like a small child in front of Lu Xiaofeng, and seeing that others were called Brother Xiaofeng, she didn't know how to call it out.

"Okay, how much money do you have?" Lu Xiaofeng looked at Song Qian with a smile.

"I... I...... I have twenty pieces. Song Qian's heart was weakened by Lu Xiaofeng's stare.

"Hah!" Lu Xiaofeng snapped his fingers, "Give you five percent?" "

Ah! It's really for me, I'm just kidding. Song Qian actually didn't expect Lu Xiaofeng to be serious, she just said it casually.

"I'm not kidding, give you five percent out of my seventy-five percent." Lu Xiaofeng said seriously. Doing business by themselves, Song Limin and his wife have helped themselves the most, and they are worried about how to thank others.

"No, no, no! I don't want it, it's what you earned by your labor. Song Qian saw that Lu Xiaofeng was so serious, and quickly waved her hand to refuse.

"That's it." Lu Xiaofeng said and snatched the twenty yuan from Song Qian's hand.

Song Qian's whole person is now in a trance, until Lu Xiaofeng sent himself home, he still felt like a dream, and he was pulled onto the thief's ship by Lu Xiaofeng before he could figure it out.

"Xiaofeng, this can't work, you guys are working hard enough, it's really inappropriate to give five percent to Qianqian."

Although Song Limin does not know how much money Lu Xiaofeng made today, it is estimated that the backpack is not sold less based on Lu Xiaofeng's state.

"Uncle Song, I have this share for Qianqian, you don't care."

Since there was no regulation in this era that the children of public officials were not allowed to do business, Lu Xiaofeng was not afraid of what others would say about Song Limin.

Seeing that Lu Xiaofeng said so, Song Limin didn't know what to say, so he could only leave it to Lu Xiaofeng.

Since the sales of backpacks are good today, Lu Xiaofeng decided to find more workers from garment factories to make backpacks for himself.

After Liu Lan came back from work, Lu Xiaofeng told Liu Lan his thoughts.

Liu Lan agreed with his mouth, his popularity in the garment factory is still good, plus Lu Xiaofeng's salary is also high, and it is still very simple to find someone.

Early the next morning, more than a dozen workers from the garment factory came to the small courtyard with ready-made backpacks and cross-body bags to find Wu Xiaoxiao for acceptance.

After everyone finished accepting, Lu Xiaofeng and Er Mao took those backpacks to the department store.

As soon as they arrived at yesterday's place, a group of people surrounded the two.

"They're coming, that's them!" A fat girl in the crowd pointed at Lu Xiaofeng and shouted loudly, and Lu Xiaofeng recognized at a glance that this was the fat girl who bought her backpack yesterday.

In an instant, several more girls squeezed out of the crowd, holding a ten-yuan bill in their hands and stuffing them into Lu Xiaofeng's hands.

Lu Xiaofeng was also confused by this sudden few people, although there are more than thirty shoulder bags today, but it still can't hold people's desire to buy. It sold out in less than half an hour, and the backpacks sold a few.