I Haven't Made Vases for Many Years

She wants to save money quietly and then surprise everyone. Ms. Zheng is a very upright vase spirit. She has understood the importance of keeping money close to her since she was born, and she aspires to become a third-rate rich woman. I'm living a miserable life for now. Mr. Feng watched her come off work lively, saying hello to everyone around him like butterflies. As always, he seemed not to see him. He glanced at her as she left while riding his bike. They were probably going on a blind date again. It was said that the previous one had just broken up not long ago. It was night, the moon was thin, and it was just the time when he was changing glasses. Mr. Feng was busy listening to the excitement, and heard Miss Zheng's dignified and cautious voice on the phone, "Do you have any money? I can borrow a thousand, and I want to transfer it now." Mr. Feng smiled, what a peaceful and prosperous age, "Is one thousand enough? Two thousand, I will forward it to you on WeChat." "Okay, okay, I'll give you my salary." "Okay, don't worry, just treat me to dinner when the time comes." Miss Zheng muttered casually, "Okay, okay, hurry up, I want it now." I thought how brave you must be to eat it, so naturally they were polite to each other. Later, Miss Zheng summed it up with a pithy sentence: We were never meant to be together, it was all because of your money. Successor: "The Boss" (Republic of China) The Zhang family was originally a landowner in Central Shandong, and several of the uncles in the head either smoked or used stage shows to show off their wealth. Within two years, the family business was completely ruined, and they got into gambling and ran away to Guandong with a lot of debt. The orphans and widowed mothers left behind a group of women and children. The first one to be sold was Zhang Qizhen, a little girl who had been without a father since she was a child. She gave it to her younger brother to drink rice soup. It happened that a caravan selling donkeys passed by to buy people. The girl had twenty kilograms of millet and the boy thirty kilograms. Her mother was cruel and sold her 30 kilograms of millet while it was dark. Thanks to some unknown uncles, Zhang Qinen learned the calligraphy skills from the opera singers. Because of these words, she was lucky enough to become a young strongman in the Longsheng Shaodong family of Jinan Prefecture. Motto: If you have money, you have to rely on yourself