I smashed the CP of me and the villain school grass

"What more evidence do you need? This kind of person looks like a villain at first sight!"

Aunt glanced up, and slapped Song Zuan hard.

Co-authored this is no proof.

The store manager's sister frowned in displeasure, which shows that this aunt has often been a monster on weekdays.

The girl who was still standing at the door and said nothing just now finally couldn't help but speak up: "I... I didn't see this boy stealing anything."

The aunt made a sharp look at the girl, "You know what!"

The girl trembled in fright at the high-pitched voice.

Song Zu'an saw that there was no way for them to keep arguing like this, so he said, "Okay, I'm in a hurry, so I'll buy some clothes first. To prove my innocence, I'll come back later and buy out the whole store."

"Cut—" the aunt smiled contemptuously, "buy this store? Is it so outrageous for people to brag?"

The shop manager's sister and the shop assistant girl next to her couldn't help but sweat for Song Zu'an.

Is it possible for such a person to buy out a store?

Song Zu'an didn't say much anymore, he took a set of clothes and went to the fitting room to change.

Just a simple change of clothes, his whole temperament has undergone earth-shaking changes.

Song Zuan is no longer the spirit of a spirited guy, but a spirit in the true sense.

The cashier's sister stared straight at her, "Hello, the total is... 380 yuan."

"Here, no more change." Song Zu'an handed the cashier four 4 pieces of cash, and pointed in the direction of the clerk girl.

"Count this order into her performance."

Seeing that her performance was ruined, the aunt saw that she could only get a commission of 400 yuan in sales of 20 yuan, but her face turned gloomy in an instant, and she couldn't eat grapes and said grapes were sour.

"Cut, what kind of big money is it? Who cares about your order of several hundred dollars?"

"You may really not care about an order of a few hundred yuan, but what if it is an order of hundreds of thousands?" Song Zu'an dropped the meaningless words and went out to leave.

The aunt looked at his leaving back and couldn't help cursing: "Hundreds of thousands... My old lady is waiting here for you to throw hundreds of thousands in my face!"

Afterwards, Song Zuan went into a mobile phone store without looking back.

He didn't have any requirements for mobile phones, and he just bought one for more than 5000 yuan at random.

[It is detected that the host has purchased a mobile phone, and the system has automatically installed the most user-friendly system app for you. 】

"Ah? What app?"

Song Zuan turned on the phone and saw an app with a green logo on the interface.

Much like WX.

There are contacts, Moments, and wallets...

It's just that there is only one friend lying quietly in the contacts——

grim Reaper……

[Host, this app allows you to check the reviews received for the novel you wrote in your previous life at any time. 】

[Of course you are too lazy to read, this system can also broadcast relevant information for you at any time. 】

"Then can the balance displayed in this app circulate in this world?"

【Can. 】

"In this case, put the remaining 1 million yuan into this app."

【The system is appropriating funds...】

[149990000 yuan has been credited! 】

Song Zuan clicked into the balance to see.

With so much money, the last time he saw such a long string of numbers was when he was choosing a phone number.

Song Zu'an originally said that he would buy out the clothing store, but he felt that it was more important to arrange for his younger sister Song Wennuan to be hospitalized, so he had to postpone the purchase of the clothing store until night.

This time he spent a huge sum of 20 yuan to take a taxi home, but he couldn't drive on the dirt road, so he had to ask the driver to wait on the side of the road.

After struggling for more than two hours, he returned to the car with Song Wennuan on his back.

"Young man, what are you..." The uncle driver looked at Song Wenwen's half-dead appearance from the rearview mirror, and was a little worried that someone would die in his car.

People die in the car, this is a big taboo for running a taxi!

"Master, don't worry, my sister is fine for the time being, so don't worry about driving."

Song Zuan knew very well that although Song Wennuan in this plot was seriously ill, he was not yet ready to die.

"I'll add money, you can drive without worry." Song Zu'an handed over several bright red banknotes.

"Hey, good!"

The taxi drove steadily to the largest hospital in the city.

"Ahem! Brother... Where did you get so much money?" Song Wennuan leaned on Song Zuan's shoulder, and he didn't have much strength to speak.

"Don't worry, warm, brother will not let you suffer any more."

"Brother, you...you won't be..." To steal?to grab?Song Wennuan didn't dare to think any further.

"Don't worry, I earned this money openly and aboveboard, and it's absolutely clean!"

Song Nuan raised his head and looked at his brother's sincere eyes.

As long as it is what her brother says, she will believe it.

Song Zu'an led Song Nuannuan to register and issue bills all the way, and after tossing until 5 pm, he was finally admitted to a single ward.

He himself stayed in the hotel first, because the house could not be bought for a while.

After taking care of my sister and finishing dinner, after hiring a nurse, it was already 9 o'clock in the evening.

……

At the door of the clothing store, the female clerk couldn't help but look around.

"Hey - I said Tianqi, but you are still looking at it? You don't really think that the poor Diao Si in the daytime will come back and buy out this store, do you? A big talker like him See you soon."

"Aunt Zhang, I didn't..." Yong Tianqi leaned on a mop, his voice was like a mosquito.

"So your name is Yong Tianqi? It's a nice name." Song Zu'an suddenly appeared at the door.

Seeing Song Zu'an's arrival, Aunt Zhang was unable to utter all the rants that she was going to preach.

"Yo! Here you come, brother? You...you dare to come back, what's the matter, hundreds of thousands are ready?"

"Please don't worry, I'm ready."

Song Zu'an stepped into the store and took the clothes that Aunt Zhang had recommended to the cash register.

"Yoho! Didn't you say you want to buy it empty? Why did you just take 3 pieces? Hahaha, don't pretend if you don't have that strength."

Song Zu'an glanced at her coldly, then turned to the store manager and said, "Except for these 3 items, I want everything else, and it will be included in the performance of Yong Tianqi."

The store manager's sister widened her eyes: "You, you... are you serious? There are thousands of clothes in our store."

"Come on, I'm still going back to sleep."

A windfall came from the sky, and Yong Tianqi was stunned by the side.

Aunt Zhang was more stunned than she was.

Is this poor boy really going to buy out this store?Can he afford so much money?Is it too late for me to curry favor now?

Aunt Zhang's thoughts at the moment are vacillating between "continue to ridicule" and "turn back to curry favor".

"Aunt Zhang, Tianqi, you two, stop staring and help me count the clothes together!"

"Oh, good!"

Time passes little by little...

It was close to 11 o'clock at night when the inventory was counted and the account was settled.

"Handsome guy, there are a total of 2453 pieces of men's clothing and 4436 pieces of women's clothing here. I'll give you a discount. The total is..."

"No discount."

"Uh..." The store manager's sister was taken aback for a moment, and said in a daze, "Then... the total is 1977800 yuan."

Song Zu'an originally thought that he could buy it for 30 to 200 yuan, but he didn't expect that poverty limited his imagination, and the calculation turned out to be close to [-] million yuan.

But this amount of money is nothing to him now.

He didn't intend to save too much money in the novel world.

You didn't spend money well in your last life, so don't wrong yourself here.

Aunt Zhang opened her mouth slightly, her voice rolling in her throat. "God, more than 1907 million..."

She still had a little luck, hoping that Song Zu'an would not be able to pay the money.

"WX received 200 million yuan in the account!"

The loud payment announcement in the store completely defeated Aunt Zhang's last line of defense.

There is no daily limit for this app payment?Song Zuan was overjoyed, he observed Aunt Zhang's expression with great interest.

------End of this chapter--

Ending eggs:

[Song Zu'an]: I have two shortcomings, one is you, and the other is your praise.