What should I do if Quick Transmigration is downgraded?

Chapter 165 Refused to be a "Fu Ge Demon" 33
Wei Qingyang was still looking at the sky and doubting his life, but Fu Qiao found a quick way to solve the problem.

Although she and Wei Qingyang have no money, it doesn't prevent others from having money, such as... Chu Lai.

After mastering Chu Lai's body in 1973, it quickly reversed Chu Lai's indifference at home with its own sand sculpture attributes, relying on being coquettish (yu) selling (feng) cute (cheng) to fight with Chu's parents. It became a piece, and soon became their treasure in the palm of their hands, and their lives were so chic and comfortable.

While living comfortably, his pocket money will naturally not be short.

Fu Che roughly calculated the money needed to buy things, and reported a figure to Chu Lai, but within a few days, he received a transfer from Chu Lai.

Seeing the relatively satisfactory number in the balance, Fu Qiao proudly snatched the mineral water from Wei Qingyang's hand and threw it into the trash can, "Don't drink it, don't do it."

"Ah, what's wrong?" Wei Qingyang's face was anxious, but her heart was filled with excitement. Was Fu Shen unable to hold on and wanting to give up?Is this the end of my miserable life?

He looked at Fu Qiao's sweaty face, anxiously waiting for an answer.

But during Fu Kai's long silence, Wei Qingyang was discouraged again. Fu Kai didn't seem to give up so easily?He turned his head and thought of other possibilities.

Just now I asked Fu Qiao how long it would take to raise enough money, and now she suddenly said no, maybe she is going to change to a job that earns more money?

So what if...you are more tired than this?
Wei Qingyang turned his head slowly again, and persuaded Fu Che embarrassedly: "Sister, let's actually distribute the leaflets here, it's pretty good..."

Well that's what it is (a bunch of expletives).

Wei Qingyang was afraid that Fu Che would not believe what he said, so he immediately grabbed the flyer that was put aside, and made a cheering gesture to Fu Che, "Sister, making money can't be said to be hard work, you can only gain if you work hard."

It's just that in his opinion, the effort does not compare with the harvest.

Fu Shen couldn't help but laugh when he saw Wei Qingyang's behavior, "Do you really think so?"

"Yeah, I really think so, I really like handing out flyers now."

"Then you can continue posting here, I won't do it," Fu Kai threw the ball of paper that wiped sweat in his hand into the trash can, and began to pack up his things and prepare to call it a day.

"Sister, what are you doing..." Seeing this, Wei Qingyang hurriedly stepped forward to stop her,

"Brother, we have money, we don't need to hand out flyers anymore, understand?" Fu Shen raised his eyes and glanced at him. He took the things and walked towards the person in charge, regardless of whether he reacted or not.

And behind her, Wei Qingyang, who had come to his senses, was still excited to confirm: "Are you serious? We really don't need to work when we are rich?"

"Sister, you are really good. Where did you get so much money?"

Wei Qingyang muttered to himself for a long time, but Fu Shu didn't answer him. Slowly, a bold and somewhat terrifying idea appeared in Wei Qingyang's mind. His voice also became softer, and he said dullly: " Sister, tell me honestly, don’t you do that kind of thing? "

Fu Qiaoyan turned around with a smile and asked, "What kind of thing?"

How could this Wei Qingyang be so convincing? If she hadn't been in a hurry, it might be okay to let Wei Qingyang become a domestic screenwriter?

"It's...that's the kind," Wei Qingyang gestured frantically, but didn't explain why for a long time.

The kind of thing that sells the body and possibly the soul.

Although he wanted to finish his work quickly, if he wanted to pay Qiao to do this kind of thing, he should hand out leaflets.

Distributing leaflets is very fragrant.

Seeing that Wei Qingyang was so wronged and anxious that he was about to cry, Fu Qiao sighed and explained to him: "If we were thinking about the same thing, then I didn't do it."

"Then where did you get so much money?"

"Borrow it, find Chu," Fu Kai shrugged, turned around and ended the topic.

Chu Lai?When did their relationship become so good?
Wei Qingyang stood in place and looked at Fu Qiao's back, lost in thought.

...

Because of the Spring Festival holiday, the originally planned purchase of live streaming equipment for Wei Qingyang was postponed until after the Spring Festival.Maybe Wei's father and mother really encountered some big problem. Not only did they not go to work during the entire Spring Festival, they even looked gloomy at home, looking at everyone they didn't like.

And this "who" not only included Fu Che, but also Wei Qingyang who had always been favored.

"What time is it and you still don't get up, what are you doing at home?"

"I've been working hard for a few days, and I thought you'd changed your temper, but I didn't expect you to still be this kind of virtue."

"Can you take the initiative to do something, not reading books or doing any work, just waiting for us to serve you?"

Mother Wei's scolding sounded out one after another in the room, and Wei Qingyang didn't even reply to her, and didn't even give Wei Mother a single glance.

After Mother Wei smashed things last time, Wei Qingyang never spoke to Mother Wei again, she just regarded Mother Wei as air, and the current situation where Mother Wei said she was raining would be staged in this house every day Dozens of times.

During the meal, Wei Qingyang also had a cold face, regardless of Wei's mother's nagging, he just ate food in silence.

"Come, Qingyang, eat some of your favorite shrimp," Wei's father ignored Wei Qingyang's face of not wanting to talk to them, and put a shrimp into Wei Qingyang's bowl.

Wei Qingyang only glanced at it briefly, then reached out and put the prawns back on the plate, "I don't like prawns."

Don't like shrimp?Even Fu Che didn't believe this.

One must know that Wei Qingyang would not even eat rice for the sake of shrimps. As long as it was shrimps, no matter what method he made, he would never refuse anyone.

What's more, beside his bowl, there was a pile of shrimp shells.

"Crack," Mother Wei slammed the chopsticks on the table.

Fu Qiao secretly glanced at Mother Wei's face, then looked at Wei Qingyang's attitude, and thought to himself: I'm afraid the third world war is about to break out.

"You don't like shrimp. What did you just eat? What do you think of me and your dad?"

She has had enough of so many Tianwei Qingyang's indifference, as the saying goes, what can be tolerated is what can't be tolerated, she really doesn't have the good temper to accompany Wei Qingyang to play the game of "the son hates the mother and the mother is soft".

Wei Qingyang didn't speak, didn't even lift his head, he planed a few mouthfuls of rice, dropped his chopsticks and walked towards the room.

"Speak, what is your attitude? Wei Qingyang, stop and explain clearly!"

Wei Qingyang didn't even pause, as if he had put on headphones to play music, blocking out the sounds from the outside world.

In fact, he really wanted to wear an earphone, but his earphone was tragically killed by Mother Wei two days ago.And the mall hasn't opened for the past two days, so he has nowhere to buy a new pair.

"Fuck, Wei Qingyang, stop for my old lady."

"Bang," this was the sound of the porcelain bowl hitting Wei Qingyang, then falling and hitting the ground.

"Aren't you finished, what are you going to do?"

Wei Qingyang turned back and yelled at Mother Wei.

(End of this chapter)