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Chapter 309 Don't Be Like You

Three new 3M lines, three sets of new servers, and the new web pages of abc and jyck were launched simultaneously in the early morning of the 16th.

After a busy week, Zhao Changan felt that he could finally take a break and do something he liked.

For example, make money by singing and performing.

This time Song Jing received the offer at noon on Sunday, when a commercial house in Zeng's house in Jiaxing City opened for sale. Zhao Changan's three songs were offered for 40,000 yuan, and Jing Xiu's song "Same as You" was offered for 6,000 yuan.

On Saturday morning, Zhao Changan and Jing Xiu agreed to go buy a motorcycle for her mother.

After choosing for a whole morning, Zhao Changan finally chose an orange Yamaha Lingying 125 scooter. The price was reduced to 10,600. Zhao Changan bought it despite Jingxiu's objections.

"Including your business performance tomorrow, Song Jing will have to take away 1,200. Your 4,800 plus the 6,000 from last time, I have to give you 200 yuan."

Seeing Jing Xiu waving her hand, Zhao Changan smiled and said, "How about using these 200 yuan to treat me and Xiaoxiao to dinner tomorrow night?"

"Don't you still have to pay taxes?"

Jingxiu obviously didn't believe it.

"Haha, let's do the calculation later. We've bought everything now. Get in the car and I'll take you back."

Zhao Changan smiled at Jingxiu: "I'll leave as soon as I get to your door. You push me back."

"Dududu~"

The Yamaha Lingying 125 moved forward lightly in the traffic. Jing Xiu held Zhao Changan's waist tightly with both hands, so that her body did not touch his back.

However, despite the constant acceleration and deceleration, Jing Xiu couldn't help but lay tightly on Zhao Changan's back.

Fortunately, it was winter now, so everyone was wearing thicker clothes, but the constant body contact still made Jingxiu's face turn red.

She looked at the crowds around her, the traffic, the various buildings, the bright sunshine,——

Thinking that I can move forward like him and sing together, I feel that my life has never been so colorful.

My heart is as sweet as honey.

——

Jing Xingmei is on the afternoon shift and must change shifts at 12:30 noon.

After making lunch and seeing that it was already half past eleven, I couldn't help but feel a little anxious. I didn't know where this girl had gone early in the morning and she still hasn't come back yet.

"This girl is getting wilder and wilder!"

The supermarket where Jing Xingmei works is twelve or three miles away from here, and there are several traffic lights in between. In addition, it takes half an hour to get in and out.

She said something unhappily, then filled a bowl of rice and prepared to eat it first.

"Mom!"

My daughter's voice came from outside the open door.

"You damn girl, why are you so——, what is this?"

Jing Xingmei looked in surprise at the orange, brand-new scooter her daughter pushed to the door.

"Mom, I bought this with the money I earned from singing and gave it to you as a gift. I earned it all by myself and didn't use a penny of anyone else's money."

Jing Xiu, who was telling a little lie, stuck out his tongue.

Otherwise, she knew her mother wouldn't want it at all; it would be better if she sang more songs and bought more things for Zhao Changan in the future.

The kind-hearted Jingxiu didn't realize at all that Zhao Changan used her songs to hang on abc and jyck pages, and pre-installed her songs in all assembled computers without giving her a penny.

"Can you earn so much money from singing? Don't lie to me! Xiaoxiu, we must be clean and honest and not take advantage of others!"

Because she was still opposed to her daughter singing in commercial performances, Jing Xingmei never asked her how much she would be paid for singing.

But in her opinion, it would be good if she could get two to three hundred yuan for a singing session, including food, accommodation, and round-trip tickets.

You must know that she works in a supermarket, and her basic salary plus bonus is just over a thousand a month.

This motorcycle costs at least 7,000 to 8,000 yuan. How could she earn so much money?

Thinking in her mind, Jing Xingmei thought of a possibility and couldn't help but turn blue with anger. She suppressed the anger in her heart and prepared to persuade her daughter to return the car.

"Mom, my salary for singing once is six thousand."

Jingxiu looked slightly proud.

"How many?"

Jing Xingmei thought she must have heard wrong, as her daughter said six hundred.

But six hundred is a lot, and if she sings just once, it can be worth half a month's salary!

"Six thousand, Mom."

Jingxiu repeated firmly.

Jing Xingmei didn't say anything for a long time, then she looked at Jing Xiu and asked, "How much is Zhao Changan?"

"He used to have more of them, because some time ago someone deliberately——"

"I know, it's a gang fight! Do you think your mother is deaf? Just tell her how old she is now."

The reason why Jing Xingmei acquiesced in her daughter's relationship with Zhao Changan was not only because of what he said last time, but also because he and his brothers did not flinch in the face of the gangster, and he admitted it frankly in the subsequent business performance.

Sunny, handsome, very talented, courageous, loyal and responsible.

To be honest, Jing Xingmei asked herself, if she had met such a person when she was nineteen years old, not to mention falling for him, but just as a friend, would she have rejected him?

How can you refuse?

"Tomorrow's commercial performance, he sings three songs for 40,000 yuan."

Jing Xingmei was so shocked that she fainted - just singing three songs was equivalent to more than three years of her salary?

Now her daughter says she sings six thousand at a time and she really believes it because Zhao Changan is standing behind her!

"Xiaoxiu, Zhao Changan is fine as a friend, but you must not get stuck with such a person!"

Jing Xingmei had a serious look on her face and her heart beat rapidly.

For any girl, if she meets a big boy like Zhao Changan at an age like a flower, it may be a disaster!

"Mom, we are just ordinary friends, where do you want to go?"

Jingxiu denied it, her face flushed: "Mom, hurry up and eat, you're going to be late; practice riding when you get back, so you don't have to be in such a hurry to get to work in the future."

"Nanny, you underestimate your mother too much. Do you still need to learn from this?"

Jing Xingmei couldn't help but think of her motorcycle girlhood, and felt sad.

When I went out, I quickly turned on the key of my motorcycle, and it started to "beep, beep, beep."

Seeing the surprise on her daughter's face, Jing Xingmei was proud and sentimental. Just as she was about to speak, she suddenly saw the rubber pedal mat placed on the pedals which said, 'Chunri Car Dealership, Mong Kok Plaza——'

Jing Xingmei looked at her daughter in surprise: "Can you ride?"

"Where did I know it? I pushed it here."

"It's more than ten miles back from Mongkok Plaza. Are you pushing me here?"

Jingxiu suddenly got stuck.

Looking at her daughter's appearance, Jing Xingmei sighed in her heart, unable to guess what was going on: "Did Zhao Changan bring you back?"

"Um."

Jingxiu's eyes dodge, not daring to look into her mother's eyes.

"I can't be so rude in the future."

"ah?"

Jingxiu was confused after hearing this and looked at her mother in confusion.

"I want to invite people into the house for a drink of water."

Jing Xingmei looked serious.

She really wanted to see Zhao Changan when he walked into her small slum house of less than 20 square meters, with a living room, kitchen, bathroom and bedroom.

What kind of real expression is it.

——

"Dududu~"

The small motor of the motorcycle makes a slight and pleasant stroke sound.

Speeding on the road.

Jing Xingmei had mixed feelings in her heart, including happiness, sadness, and worry.

"My daughter is getting older!"

In her past, her parents strongly opposed her and locked her on the second floor. She jumped down from the building.

Although she had a deep hatred for the dead man in her heart.

But there is also unforgettable love and remembrance.

"I hope my daughter won't be like me, and Zhao Changan won't be like you."
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