Rebirth after the end of the world: I won by relying on the system

"Wow... you apologize and still yell at me! You still want me to do Leapfrog!"

"Yun Kemin, you are so annoying!"

"I, hiccup, I never, never like you again!"

Song Bailian's hands were strong, and she clenched her fists around Yun Kemin's chest.

She complained while hammering, and finally even came out with the words heartbreaker.

There was a lot of movement and noise, causing passers-by on the road to give gossiping glances one after another.

"No, it's not."

"Ah, I really didn't mean that!"

Yun Kemin covered his chest with one hand at a loss, screamed in pain, and had to hold Song Bailian's umbrella with the other hand in aggrieved manner.

If he wanted to hide for a while, this Miss Jiaojiao would cry even more.

"I was wrong."

"I was so wrong."

"Don't cry, ancestor."

"I beg you!"

He admits it was the most humbling moment of his life.

Even looking for 2000 electronic coins from Yundoukeng was not so cheap.

When the final blow strikes.

Yun Kemin grabbed her wrist and stuffed the handle of the umbrella into her hand.

His fingertips caressed the red marks under her eyes, which were the traces of tears shed from being rubbed hard.

"Stop crying, okay?"

"Let's go home, shall we?"

His warm fingertips brushed across his cheeks, and he met Bai Lian's watery eyes seriously.

Song Bailian bit her lower lip lightly and shook her head.

The girl is really made of water, and the eyes cannot be closed when the water gate is opened.

"what..."

"I really owe you in my previous life."

Yun Kemin resigned to his fate and closed his eyes for a moment, then knelt down and was picked up by the waist.

"Ugh..."

The sudden suspension of his body made Song Bailian clutch his collar tightly in fright, and the umbrella in his hand also wobbled.

The raindrops falling from the sky became much larger.

When it collided with the umbrella surface, it made a rhythmic ticking sound.

Just like Bai Lian's beating heart.

"The umbrella is ready, otherwise,"

"I'll drop you."

With a low voice, Yun Kemin leaned against her ear, and finished a gentle warning with heat.

This time, it really worked.

Not only did he stop crying, but he buried his head in his neck.

The fluffy broken hair was itchy, which made people laugh.

......

After lunch, Yundou took a nap.

After waking up and getting out of the car, he saw Father Yun, Yun Kemin was operating the two desktop computers he got from the Song family.

The rows of English letters above are changing and accumulating upwards.

Yundou glanced at it several times, and there were only three characters on his face that he couldn't understand.

"Has it be done?"

"When will it be ready?"

Dad Yun couldn't understand it either, so he could only knock on the melon seeds to speed up the progress.

Yun Kemin tapped the keyboard rhythmically with his slender and well-articulated fingers.

He didn't have time to pay attention to Father Yun, and the rattling sound of his subordinates was the best answer.

"Uncle, you just asked 3 minutes ago."

Qianqian raised her head, which was buried in the questions, and complained directly without saving face.

"I'm not in a hurry."

Father Yun rubbed his hands together and smiled embarrassedly.

The son has always been engrossed in doing things, and it is normal to ignore him.

"Cough cough..."

While thinking about something in his mind, a few muffled coughs from the side brought Father Yun back to his thoughts.

Yun Dou heard the sound and looked to the left, and saw Song Bailian's little face flushed as she sat obediently.

It turned out that she was the one who looked at Yun Kemin in a daze, put a bag of biscuits into her mouth, and choked her throat if she didn't pay attention.

Song Bailian endured the discomfort and tried to suppress her voice, not wanting to affect Yun Kemin's concentration.

Yundou tilted her head, and just wanted to see how she was doing, when the sound of the keyboard next to her ear stopped abruptly.

One slender knuckle held the white porcelain cup, and it held the white porcelain cup in front of Bai Lian's eyes with wisps of steam.

"Just focus on eating."

Yun Kemin didn't take another look at Bailian, and reminded again: "I haven't drunk it."

The working atmosphere that was originally focused suddenly became a little subtle.

Everyone's eyes fell on the cup, and even Qianqian, who lowered her head and brushed the question, smelled gossip.

"Thank you."

Song Bailian coughed lightly, and carefully picked up Yun Kemin's water glass, feeling that the warm water was also fragrant.

"I'll take small sips."

Yun Kemin continued to tap the keyboard familiarly, covering the corner of his mouth that was trying to hook it.

The "click" sound continued, and everything was normal.

Father Yun felt the pain of being ignored by his son for a moment, and then focused on the computer screen.

As for Yundou, seeing the pink behind his younger brother's ears and the joy in Bai Lian's eyes, he rubbed his chin in doubt.

What's the situation with these two.

Yun Dou gave Bai Lian several winks, the corners of her eyes twitched, but the little girl didn't see it.

Her hairy head hangs slightly, and she lifts her toes from time to time, holding a white porcelain cup in both hands and laughing stupidly.

Okay, it's fine.

"Click."

The side door was pushed open.

Mama Yun came out with a plate of fruit from the RV and invited everyone to eat.

By the way, he peeled an orange and stuffed a piece for Father Yun.

"Is this the business you discussed with Boss Song today?"

She glanced at the black and blue screen, and asked in confusion.

"Yup..."

"Middlemen, earn the difference."

Father Yun replied with a strong voice, and swallowed the juicy orange flesh in one gulp.

What this site does is trade in replacements and bug deposits.

The main point is the new regulations promulgated by the government.

For people from the outer districts, picking up bugs and digging up soil are their important sources of livelihood. Four baskets per person per day is nothing.

If they are well fed and drink enough and have good strength, they can bankrupt the government.

But people in the Inner District are different.

If you would rather spend money and find a better place to live, then it is definitely not the owner of the poor money.

Especially in the central area where Yun's family is located, the houses and cars are more and more tyrannical.

It is obviously impossible for them to pick up bugs and dig up the soil by themselves.

There are many nannies and bodyguards like the Song family, so they can handle it.

But cadre families like the Yun family can only spend time and are forced to do it themselves.

Who would want to go to work during the day and have to work at night?

Businessman, chasing profit.

As a bigwig in the business world, Song Yu'an was well-informed.

It is not difficult to find new business opportunities in the ordinary and even embarrassing new regulations and policies.

"We made this platform, borrowing the Song family's appealing network, so that those who don't want to do it can use the daily quota at home to distribute employment information on the website in the form of assignments."

"If you pay one basket, you will be paid a commission for one basket."

"The commission price is set by the user himself, and we only need to take 20% of it."

"Of course, we will set a range for the commission price."

"There are still some details in it. I will finalize it with Boss Song in a while. It is confidential."

Father Yun spoke clearly, with the determination of a businessman in his eyes.

Although the daily tasks are paid on behalf of others, the person who receives the money is also the person who receives the tasks.

After all, the owner who sent the task would not take his ID card to claim the few cents of electronic money.

It is equivalent to the person who receives the task can earn commission and electronic currency issued by the government at the same time.

With such a good thing, I am not afraid that no one will take the task at all.

This is something that is sure to happen.