The God of Wealth always worries about money

"Boss, are you looking for me? Is there another contract that I need to discuss?"

Ye Qiaoqiao pushed open the door of the office and looked at the fat middle-aged man behind the boss's chair with a smile.

The chubby middle-aged man touched his bald head with a sad face.

"Qiao Qiao, although you have only been in our company for five days, I know your business ability. Even our company may really not be able to accommodate such an outstanding talent like you. You should find another job!"

The face of the boss, a gloomy sky.

Five days ago, he was so happy to find such an excellent employee as Ye Qiaoqiao, and now he wanted to slap himself twice.

After Ye Qiaoqiao came, he indeed negotiated a lot of big contracts, but the final result of these contracts was that either the other party's company's capital chain had problems, or his own company's capital chain had problems.

Even as long as the contract documents touched by her hands, various problems will eventually arise.

Ye Qiaoqiao didn't realize the purpose of the boss looking for her for a while, her outstretched claws had already landed on the latest contract negotiated on the desk.

"do not!"

The boss hurriedly called out to stop it, but it was still a step too late. He could only watch Ye Qiaoqiao pick up the contract.

Sure enough, the next second, his office phone rang.

The partner's equally distressed voice came from the receiver.

"I'm sorry, our company has gone bankrupt, so this contract may not continue."

Before the boss could speak, the phone hung up.

Listening to the busy tone, Ye Qiaoqiao: "..."

boss:"……"

The two stared at each other for a while, then the boss sighed and pulled out an envelope from the drawer and put it on the table.

"Qiao Qiao, in addition to your salary for these five days, I will give you another 3000 yuan. You can go. Or, I will show you a clear way. How about you go to the one diagonally opposite our company?"

Ye Qiaoqiao: "..." The company diagonally opposite is the boss's deadly enemy.

She was speechless.

Thinking of her as the majestic God of Wealth in the heavenly world, on the way back from the mission, she was suddenly struck by the god of thunder, and woke up again, on the body of this girl with the same name and surname as herself in the human world, and she has no divine power. Going to the God Realm, you can only live in the mortal world.

The human body is fragile, she always has to eat, and the original owner's poor jingle, Ye Qiaoqiao had no choice but to find a job.

Originally, the God of Wealth was supposed to have good fortune, but for some reason, it became like this when he came to her.

Ye Qiaoqiao wanted to cry, but she blinked her eyes twice, and finally picked up 3000 yuan while the boss begged for mercy.

"I know the boss." Ye Qiaoqiao was dejected.

"Thank you!" The boss was so grateful that he held a farewell party.

After all, if Ye Qiaoqiao stayed any longer, his company would go bankrupt.

After Ye Qiaoqiao packed her things, it was only a small bag. She put the money in the bag and left the company with her arms in her arms.

The world was vast, and she felt like dying when she saw that there was only three yuan and ninety-two cents remaining on the original owner's card.

Having been the God of Wealth for 1000 years, but now she is reduced to worrying about money, Ye Qiaoqiao is also No.1 in all ages.

There was no way, she decided to go back to the small rental house where the original owner lived first, and then think of a way.

After all, the 3000 yuan should be able to support me for a while.

Passing by a small alley, Ye Qiaoqiao wanted to take out her phone to check the route, but when she reached out, she found that the 3000 yuan was missing!
"Damn! Such a disaster?"

Ye Qiaoqiao cursed secretly, turned around and wanted to find out where the money had gone.

When she turned around, she didn't see Qian, but she keenly noticed that there was a black air lingering not far from her.

At the center of the black air, there was a young boy, shrinking his head and looking in her direction.

Every god in the upper realm has its own color.

Ye Qiaoqiao used to be the God of Wealth, and her whole body was covered in golden light, but this black one represented the God of Poverty.

She frowned.

The original owner has always been accompanied by a poor god, it is strange to be rich!
It seems that the 3000 yuan I had just now should be the ghost of this poor god.

"Hey, kid over there, come here." Ye Qiaoqiao hooked her fingers at him and said angrily.

The little boy shrank in the black air, turned his head around, looked confused, and finally confirmed that Ye Qiaoqiao was calling him.

"You, are you calling me?" The white and tender boy pointed to the tip of his nose and asked in surprise, "Can you see me?"

"Nonsense! Do you see anyone else around here besides you? Hurry up and come here!" Ye Qiaoqiao was full of resentment.

This kid must have lost her 3000 yuan!
Otherwise, there is no hole in this bag, so how come the 3000 yuan worth of money disappeared?
The little boy looked surprised, and ran towards Ye Qiaoqiao in a hurry.

As gods, they cannot be seen by mortals. He was still very excited when he was seen by mortals for the first time.

After trotting over, the little boy stretched out his hand and shook it in front of Ye Qiaoqiao. Seeing that her eyes really followed his fingers, he was excited again.

"You can really see me!"

Ye Qiaoqiao rolled her eyes.

Which landowner's stupid son has come out to become a god?
"What's your name?" Ye Qiaoqiao asked eagerly while putting down her bag.

The young boy was obviously still out of shape, and after happily walking around Ye Qiaoqiao twice, he said, "My name is Yuan Baibai, and I am three hundred years old this year!"

"Oh, that's it." Ye Qiaoqiao nodded thoughtfully, and suddenly a chestnut hit Yuan Baibai's head, "I never beat a god whose name I don't know."

After Ye Qiaoqiao beat Yuan Baibai hard, he let out a satisfied sigh of relief.

The little poor god who has only just grown up dares to do her job well, she is really young!
But this little injury is nothing to God.

Seeing several bruises and bruises on Yuan Baibai's tender face, Ye Qiaoqiao said with satisfaction, "Little Poor God, why did you follow my aunt?"

Yuan Baibai was beaten up for no reason, and couldn't resist, so he rubbed his little face aggrievedly, and said, "There is a God of Wealth with the same name and surname as you in the upper world, who made your wealth luck very good, I received the task I said that I want to correct your fortune, so I followed, and after completing this task, I will be able to become regular."

After finishing speaking, Yuan Baibai muttered again in a low voice: "If it wasn't for her words, I would have become a full-time regular."

After listening to his words, Ye Qiaoqiao showed him a very kind smile.

Seeing this, Yuan Baibai felt a chill in his heart, subconsciously wanted to run away, but Ye Qiaoqiao pulled him back by the collar, and then beat him violently again.

"Why did you hit me again!" Yuan Baibai cried.

"Hehe, little bastard, because my aunt, I am the Ye Qiaoqiao with the same name and surname you mentioned!"