After Becoming a Little Sister

"Look at what you said, of course there are, some inside please—what's the matter with the car at the door?"

"It's nothing, I didn't notice it before, I accidentally bumped into it, and I'll send it to be repaired later." Mr. Gao waved his hand indifferently: "Let's go in first and talk about it. These are trivial matters. Ladies and gentlemen, give me a compliment." How is someone's face?"

The fairy sister who was standing on the side looking at things and thinking about people before turned around and met everyone face to face.

The lobby manager looked at the people, then at the car, and immediately understood - it turned out to be a game!

Although it's a little uncomfortable to be hit by a car and blocked the door, it can't be shown on the surface that the family surnamed Gao still has a little money.

The manager in the lobby showed a warm and hearty smile: "We don't know each other, just talk about any misunderstandings. The history of our Peace Hotel just happens to be about—"

"Let your boss come out."

"...Miss, what can I do for you?" The lobby manager's smile froze for a moment, and he restrained a little: "If there is a need, I can serve you."

"You can't." Sister Shenxian shook her head: "I just said that eating here is free of charge, but you can't even recognize who I am. You make me very embarrassing."

"No money - of course not, Mr. Gao entertains you, understand, understand!"

Aliya rubbed her chin, and thought to herself, is this the time when I can finally try the plot of the protagonist of Urban Shuangwen?

She took out her mobile phone and dialed Sister Yu'er's number in a beep, planning to ask her old father if he could swipe his face card here.

Aren’t those super gods and super invincible second generations who inherited several trillions at the beginning of the game like this?

However, before her mobile phone was dialed, a panicked voice sounded behind the lobby manager——

"Oh! Oh, old ancestor, you didn't tell me why you came here!"

A chubby fat man wiped his sweat and hurried out: "If it wasn't for the cleverness of the subordinates, I wouldn't have known you were here!"

"Your name makes me feel like an old lady who is seven or eighty years old."

"Look at my broken mouth!" Slapping himself lightly, the fat boss bowed flatteringly and flatteringly: "Old Ancestor—Sister Lu, what kind of wind brought you here? I heard the magpie calling! So it should be here!"

The lobby manager opened his mouth, and his eyes flicked back and forth on these people, like a fish lacking oxygen.

Aliya blinked, listening to Sister Yu'er's voice in her ear.

"Hello...Hello? Xiaoya? What's the matter? Can you hear me?"

She sniffed, feeling particularly aggrieved——

"Why do you have to watch it when you buy genuine products—no, why don't I have a part in this kind of plot every time I encounter it?"

"Ah? What plot? Genuine product?"

"...It's okay, Aunt Zhan, do you have a VIP card for the Peace Hotel?"

"Where is the Peace Hotel?"

"Domestic, the one on the Bund, I'm eating here, and I want to make an appointment, I don't necessarily have enough money."

"What kind of money do you want? We have investors over there. Wait for me to contact you... Well, it seems to be on the phone. You can go and eat first. Don't worry, I will arrange it for you."

Aliya looked at the fat boss in front of her, who was waiting next to the fairy sister. When she heard the phone ringing, she took it out and turned it off without even looking at it. The movements were crisp and neat, as if she had practiced it thousands of times, even more like a waiter. It's the waiter.

No need to make arrangements, Sister Yuer, we can't win, let's vote.

Aliya gritted her teeth, cheered herself up, and immediately became stronger: "It's okay, you can do it, I can do it here."

"This--"

"And the doctor said, I have a bad stomach, so I can only eat soft rice!"

"..."

Mrs. Jin, who was disconnected, watched the messy scene, sighed, and stretched out her hand to hold Xiaoyu Linglong.

The latter didn't seem to remember Mrs. Jin who was beaten by her before, but raised her face and asked in a low voice, "Ruanfan...is it delicious?"

"...Good children don't learn."

"Oh……"

Sister Shenxian walked in, and after a few steps, she seemed to remember something, and looked back at the handsome man who was in a daze.

"There's no need for compensation for the collision. Since you said you would fix the car, then after I finished eating, I saw that my car was restored to original condition. Isn't it too much?"

The vicissitudes of the handsome man suddenly came back to his senses.

He looked at Sister Shenxian with a little panic in his eyes, his throat rolled, and he made a clear grunt. He only felt that his mouth and tongue were dry, and even a little bitter.

Who are you?

Who the hell is this? !

The fat boss squinted his eyes, and his eyes flickered: "Who is this guest?"

"I... my father is Gaoqiu."

"Oh, Mr. Gao—" the fat boss nodded, and said in a neutral tone: "Repair the car, fix it quickly, we can't delay other people's affairs, right? Uncle treats you to dinner next time, okay?" ?”

"……it is good."

"Uh-cough." With a meaningful hum, the fat boss turned his face and his waist collapsed, his tone softened: "This is a child with little knowledge, sister Lu, what do you think?"

"What am I looking at, I want to eat curry, it's clean."

"Hey! Good!"

"I'm going to find something in the exhibition hall later, you can arrange it so that you don't disturb the guests."

"Guaranteed not to disturb you!"

"Huh (↑)?"

"I mean—it just happens to be closed today! What a coincidence!"

"Hmm (↓)..."

PS: continue tomorrow

Chapter 1195 1140-Suddenly remembered that there is no code word yet

Aliya now understands what kind of 'deterrent' power a guy who is old but not dead is a thief.

Maybe the fairy sister is gentle and low-key on weekdays, but now for some reason, she is very aggressive and overbearing.

The owner of the Peace Hotel waited on him like a servant, just like serving his own mother.

Even if Alia and Mrs. Jin revealed their identities, in the eyes of the other party, they just smiled politely. What the other party remembered was not Alia, the "daughter of Ai Rulong", or Mrs. Jin, the "rich man in the North". The name, but that the other party is the younger generation of the fairy sister, or her child.

The boss's casual appearance before, suddenly became attentive after the fairy sister said a word, which is indeed a model of true fragrance.

Accompanying him were several old fellows who came to greet him.

You said that this looks like a person in his seventies and eighties who needs help from others, and he only dared to wait outside the door until the fairy sister was in a good mood after eating, and then she dared to go up to greet her when she came out.

An old guy who was trembling with a cane almost didn't kneel down directly, and the junior who was protecting him was so frightened that he was very ill.

"What are you doing, old man?"

"Mr. face to face, what am I doing?"

"You've got the wrong person!"

"Let go of me—you! You unruly brat! I'll beat, beat, kill you—"

He knocked the other party several times with his crutches, and the old man shouted and hit him. After the beating, he turned around and bent down respectfully, wanting to kneel down.

Sister Shenxian angrily stretched her legs and hooked the chair next to her, and kicked it in front of the opponent to touch his knee: "Your old bones are about to fall apart, why are you kneeling for me? Sit down."

"Mr. is right, you are right." The old man looked like a student, and he happily pulled his chair and sat down: "Is there anything wrong with the person you said before to convene the chamber of commerce?"

"Well, it's a little thing... how much money do you have?"

"This—" the old man thought for a while, then turned to look at the junior next to him: "How much money do we have?"

The junior looked at Sister Shenxian in a trance, thought for a while, and said shyly, "The liquidity...isn't a lot, only about 25 billion..."

"I'm asking you how much money we have! I'm not asking about your working capital!" The old man knocked down again with his crutches, hitting the opponent firmly on the head.

That voice sounded like knocking on a clapper, and it was really merciless.

The latter was dressed in a custom-made high-end suit with an extraordinary bearing, but he didn't dare to hide when the stick hit him, and his neck flinched from the blow.

He gritted his teeth, with a look of embarrassment that he wanted to rub his head crazily but didn't dare to move: "All, all assets - between 700 and [-] billion..."

This net worth may only be regarded as the richest man in some developed provinces, but in some relatively underdeveloped provinces, it is the status of the richest man in a province.

"Sir, do you need money?" Hearing this number, the old man was a little satisfied, and looked back at Sister Shenxian: "If it is necessary, I still have some antique calligraphy and paintings from my previous collection - as well as real estate. It can be cashed out quickly.”

"Give your family a fortune." Sister Shenxian waved her hand indifferently: "Don't think about making a lot of money. If you die, you will be a wife. Sort out what you have and what you don't have, and exchange it for cash to invest in shares. The right to manage, the kind that you can pay dividends with peace of mind in the future, and tell my little girl about the contact."

Mrs. Jin took a step forward, indicating that she was the mistress.

"Yes, we will immediately arrange to transfer all those funds back when we go back."

"Other people in the Chamber of Commerce, if they are willing to listen to a word of persuasion, they can join, and if they don't, forget it."

Sister Shenxian said so lightly, without taking the TPC issue to heart.

resource?What are resources?What is background?What is face?

What is money—go away!You dirty money!

It doesn't cost money to go to the south of the city to eat watermelon. If you eat a stall owner, you have to send one back to yourself.

Calling someone over now to let them invest, it can even be said that they are taking care of them in reverse.

The TPC business is indeed impossible to get rich and rich, but it is a ticket to live with the country.

If the follow-up is done well, it may not be able to be mixed with a decent status like Song's heavy industry.

They are businessmen, and Mr. Song is also a businessman, but there are differences between businessmen and businessmen—probably the difference between N cards and SSRs.

But what happens next depends on their own good fortune. If they want to use their power to bully others and commit crimes, then the fairy sister can let them join, and naturally a word can make them quit or even disappear.

The respectable junior man muttered and wanted to say something, but he was afraid of the power of his old man, so he was very entangled for a while.

Sister Shenxian is naturally easy to talk, she looked at the restless face of the other party: "Just say what you want, don't hesitate to talk."