A Peasant Girl from the 1970S Wants to Get Rich

The old man, who was still energetic and aggressive at first, suddenly fell silent as soon as he heard Lu Yingqiu mention this matter, and there was even a bit of sadness on his brows. Lu Yingqiu intuitively felt that something was wrong, and it was about her own affairs. She didn't care about arguing with him and went straight to the point, "Old man, if you send me back now, I won't argue with you about this matter." The old man hesitated and explained to Lu Yingqiu the reasons and consequences of why she appeared here. The expression on the girl's face was unpredictable and ever-changing, from uneasiness at the beginning to disbelief and then to anger. Her face turned white and blue and finally became darker and darker. Lu Yingqiu angrily grabbed the old man's collar. "You mean, I'm like this because you got the wrong person?" The old man nodded. "Then you're still teasing me by not showing up?" "That's not true. My friend came a little late. I took a nap..." "Then I have to go back now, get me back quickly!" The old man looked troubled: "It's scary..." Looking at Lu Yingqiu's increasingly ferocious face, the old man hurriedly said: "I have good news and bad news, which one do you want to hear first?" Lu Yingqiu clenched his fists tightly, his joints creaking, and he raised them in front of the old man. His eyes narrowed dangerously and he said coldly: "What did you say?"