"Other people are raising their babies to burn money, but I'm raising my cub to make money."
Yun Zhiyi, a 28-year-old graphic designer, picked up a three-and-a-half-year-old homeless girl Suisui next to a garbage station. The little girl had a gray face, but she blinked with glazed eyes and tugged at the corner of her clothes: "Sister, there is a dark cloud above your head, I will help you blow it away every year."
Yun Zhiyi only thought that the child was talking nonsense, but who knew that on the way home——
Passing the lottery station, Suisui pointed to the discarded scratch-off ticket and said, "This one is shiny!" He scratched it off and won five thousand.
Passing by a demolition area, Suisui squatted in front of a broken flower pot and said, "The little stones inside are sleeping." A jade pendant from the Qing Dynasty was dug out.
Even if you order takeout, you will get "free order koi" three times in a row.
What's even more outrageous is that Yun Zhiyi was responsible for a project that was on the verge of bankruptcy. She took Sui Sui around the site, and Party A suddenly increased investment. She stayed up all night to make a design draft, and Sui Sui "helped add a few little flowers" with crayons, and it was actually chosen by the judges of the international award.
Until one day, a fleet of luxury cars blocked their old shabby corridor. The man in the lead, whom he had seen thousands of times in financial magazines, stared at Suisui munching on candied haws, and his voice trembled: "The cinnabar mole between her eyebrows... Is exactly the same as that of my missing daughter."
At this time, Yun Zhiyi's phone vibrated crazily - a text message from her bank indicated that an overseas account was transferring money to her at a rate of five transactions per second. Each note has only two words: "Thank you."
