In the morning, he walked slowly over with everyone's experience. In the morning, Gui Zizi, who was like a demon in Wang Bo's eyes, appeared in Wang Bo's sight, as cute as an angel, because Gui Zizi brought them a lunch box.

Aisin Gioro Qiyuan in the distance apologized to a group of old men who stopped in front of him who were not indifferent to the sun and refused to leave, indicating that they would not write it today. Then the old men muttered and walked away. They were so happy that they bought the words, but they didn't buy them, with envy and jealousy on their faces.

After taking off the master's expression, Mr. Beile jumped and jumped to Gui Zizi, picked up a box of lunch boxes and started eating.

Gui Zizi was handing Zhang Kuang Zhangyang mineral water to finish work. Seeing Aisin Jueluo Qiyuan's eating look of a starving ghost, she couldn't help asking: "Are you so exaggerating? Your experience is the easiest among everyone. Yanran has been grinding and changing water and handing the pen, as if you were instructed by a maid, she is not as tired as you."

Mr. Beile chewed rape in his mouth and said, "You try it. In the morning, I wrote more than a dozen words, and my arms were sore!"

At this moment, Jiang Yanran, who was carrying the donation box, came over. Chu Feng was coming back on a tricycle. When he saw the money box, he curled his lips disdainfully. He was covered in sweat and took out a thick stack of change from his pocket and placed it in front of Gui Zizi and showed off: "Did you see it? My income was 43.50 cents in the morning! I asked, among the rickshaw drivers, I have a high income! Master Beile, how about it? I didn't sell a single word in the morning! I just said, who is so idle that I buy a ghost painting talisman home!"

Master Beile glanced at Jiang Yanran and asked vaguely: "Wife, how much did you sell it in the morning?"

Jiang Yanran took out a piece of paper from her pocket, looked at it and handed it to Gui Zizi: "In the morning, Qiyuan sold a total of 3,961 yuan, and the money was all in the box."

"Damn!" Chu Feng had just poured a sip of water into his mouth, and after hearing Jiang Yanran's words, he sprayed out: "It's blowing! So much? Is he selling words or selling himself! My brother was so tired all morning that he was not as good as a fraction of his?"

Wang Bo, who was carrying a guitar, threw his torn hat in front of Gui Zizi: "I earned 30 yuan in the morning..."

Zhang Kuang next to him also took out a bunch of change: "I earned 87 yuan in the morning when I deliver water!"

Zhang Yang looked at his brother like an idiot: "You rode Suzuki Falcon to deliver water, and you spent fifty yuan on the oil money..."

A group of people were talking about their achievements. Yiong and Jin Namcheol came back in the cart of roasted sweet potatoes. Yiong picked up the lunch box in silence and started eating. However, Jin Namcheol stood beside him and lit a cigarette with a free expression.

"What's wrong? One?" Wang Bo asked: "Sweet potatoes are selling well!"

Yilong glanced at Wang Bo, but he didn't have the usual calm temperament. He said in a pissy tone: "You ask Jin Bangzi, I'm starving to death!"

"Old Jin? What's wrong with you? Why don't you eat?" Wang Bo picked up a box of lunch and asked at Jin Namcheol.

Kim Nam-chul touched his stomach: "Don't be hungry!"

Just then Yi Long swallowed a bite of rice. When he heard the words of Kim Nam-chul, he immediately cursed: "Bastard! I don't want to partner with this fool in the afternoon!"

"What's wrong?" Gui Zi Zi and Chu Feng asked, and the king of gossip, Mr. Beile even raised his ears.

"Idiot, I baked sweet potatoes for the whole morning. Every time I baked one piece, he ate them! I didn't sell a piece, and he ate them for more than thirty yuan of sweet potatoes for fifty yuan..." Yilong said hatefully: "It would be strange if this fool is hungry!"

Seeing that Yi Long, who had never been shocked by honor and disgrace, was petty for the sweet potato that cost fifty yuan, the group of people laughed.

Hua Jing'er put the meat she couldn't eat into Wang Bo's bowl, took out a small stack of banknotes from her Winnie's wallet, and then took out some one-yuan coins from her pocket and said:

"I sold more than 40 yuan in the morning."

Wang Bo looked at the pile of money in front of Gui Zizi and Hua Jinger, and said in silence for a while:

"Wife, if we live like this in the future, we will starve to death. We will only earn less than 100 yuan in one morning." Hua Jing'er said: "Yes, I didn't think it was a lot of 100 yuan, but now I think it's very hard to earn dozens of yuan by myself."

Chu Feng said next to him: "That's right, damn, today a female white-collar worker who was riding my car saw me crazy with love. She asked me what brand of counterfeit machine is, and it was so good to imitate. Damn, I originally thought that I can't use love to pedal a tricycle. Later, I thought, I can't buy a love to rush for 100 yuan a day, and I don't eat or drink for more than a month..."

Tang Haoran came over with a string of balloons, tied the balloons to Chu Feng's tricycle, took out a pile of coins from his pocket and handed them to Gui Zizi: "Hey, twenty-three yuan."

"Why didn't that guy Liu Sizhe come back?" Wang Bo said. Among the people, he wanted to know the harvest of Liu Sizhe, who was with him, the most in the morning: "I'll call him!"

Wang Bo put down the lunch box, took out the copycat keyboard n9, and called Liu Sizhe:

"Hey, Liu Sizhe, you can't have made no money all morning and have no shame to come back for dinner!"

There was a noise next to Liu Sizhe on the other end of the phone. After a while, Liu Sizhe seemed to have arrived in a quiet place and said:

"I won't go back to eat anymore. Where is I in Casablanca?"

"where?"

"Casablanca?" Liu Sizhe said.

Wang Bo covered the phone and asked Hua Jinger: "Where is Casablanca?"

"A music bar in Jiangbei has a very high-end style." Hua Jing'er said.

"Why did you run there?" Wang Bo asked.

"I was singing at the train station, but a manager from Casablanca came to the train station to pick up people. When I saw that I was playing well, I asked me to go to his bar to stay. From the afternoon to one o'clock in the morning, a total of 800 yuan. I thought it was good, so I came!" Liu Sizhe said.

"..." Wang Bo hung up the phone, hugged Hua Jing'er, and after a while, he said: "I would have gone to the train station to sing!"

As he was talking, Huang Yiming finally finished painting a portrait and handed it to the customer. After the customer left, he ran over and said proudly: "It's finally opened! Fifty yuan! A portrait!"

As soon as he touched his pocket, his face changed. He turned his head and ran towards his drawing board, shouting: "Damn it! Guang was excited and thought about opening! He forgot to collect money from others!"

Platinum Dragon walked back with a box that shined his leather shoes, looking frustrated:

"Damn it! Don't let me see you again! Or just cut it to death!"

"What's wrong with you?" Zhang Kuang asked Platinum Dragon.

Platinum Dragon wiped the shoe polish clean without caring about it, took a sip of water before saying:
Chapter completed!