After dinner, he took Tian Lingling to work and then took Hu Xiaojun Duoduo to school. Wang Lang drove towards the hotel.

Xuanxuan cried and made a fuss on the way. Wang Lang had no choice but to ask what kind of skin he had.

Xuanxuan took out her phone and opened the game for Wang Lang to see. Wang Lang raised his eyebrows, "Isn't this one hundred and ninety-eight?"

"What is the difference between one hundred and ninety-eight and two hundred?" Xuanxuan said disrespectfully.

Wang Lang sighed, "Two dollars can sometimes help you. You spend 198 to buy clothes from a virtual world. Some children don't have to wear clothes in reality."

Xuanxuan snorted, "Everything is the best arrangement, including everyone's origin. Besides, Wang Lang, you are so rich. Seven billion is a small amount of money. Why don't you donate some children who don't have clothes to wear with clothes?"

Wang Lang squinted his eyes Xuanxuan, "I'm not as poor as me, uncle, I built more schools than you have seen."

Xuanxuan heard it awkwardly, "Of course you have seen more than I have. Since you have seen so many of them, you are so handsome, have such a good figure, have such a good relationship with women, have good driving skills, and are loyal, can you lend me two hundred?"

Wang Lang had a toothache, but he never expected that after wandering around for a long time, he still returned to borrow money.

Xuanxuan saw the sign of Wang Lang letting go again and immediately spoke, "My handsome uncle Wang Lang, look, I am lonely and homeless now. I am ridiculed by teachers and classmates at school, and I am also bullied by Master Mie Jue at home. I am a pitiful person who knows nothing in society. These have caused great psychological trauma. Fortunately, I have the honor to meet you in my three lives. My handsome uncle Wang Lang, the only thing that can heal my heart trauma is the game skin. Can you buy me a skin?"

Wang Lang had a severe toothache. When he was about to arrive at the hotel, Wang Lang suddenly had an inspiration, "You don't go to school or go home now, are you?"

Xuanxuan nodded, "I won't go even if I beat you to death."

"Then like this, after that, please ask your Uncle Zheng, how about you going to work in a hotel and paying you a monthly salary?" Wang Lang turned his head to look at Xuanxuan.

"How much does a monthly salary?" Xuanxuan thought about it.

"One month internship period, 4,500 yuan before tax, after formal work, 6,000 yuan per month, before tax," Wang Lang said.

"A little bit, I used to spend more than 20,000 yuan a month." Xuanxuan said with her eyes wide open.

Wang Lang's mouth twitched, and the children of poor families did not understand the lives of children from rich families.

"Do you do it? If you don't do it, go home or go back to school. Where can I get free lunch in this world? You have to experience the life of ordinary people in oil, salt, sauce, tea and vinegar." Wang Lang stopped the car.

Xuanxuan gritted her teeth, "Ten thousand a month, no more can be lost."

Wang Lang raised his eyebrows, "Ten thousand? What would you do? Is it worth ten thousand?"

"I have a good interpersonal communication and my English are also very good, so I can communicate with foreigners at will." Xuanxuan said with a small breast and chest.

“Really?”

"uh-huh."

"iwishtowish youwishtowish, butify youwish thewish thewitch wishes, iwon'twish youwishtowish." Wang Lang said a lot in his mouth.

"Repeat what I just said and translate it again." Wang Lang smiled.

Xuanxuan stared at her eyes and said in surprise, "Wang Lang, you are so fucking, why are you so good at Japanese and English? You are not a student who was expelled from a senior college, right?"

Wang Lang shook his hand and slapped Xuanxuan on the back of the head, "Stop interrupting."

“iwishtowish youwishtowish, butify youwish thewish thewitch wishes, iwon’twish thewish youwishtowish.”

Xuanxuan repeated the content just now, and then translated, "I hope to dream of your dream, but if you dream of a witch, I don't want to dream of your dream."

Wang Lang grinned, "It's not bad."

Xuanxuan snorted, "I have been living abroad for two to three months every year since I was a child, so of course I can speak English."

Wang Lang smiled. I have to say that if the family has money, the world level they come into contact with is different, and their knowledge will naturally be broad. The so-called winning at the starting line is like this. Poor children can only know what they look like from books and TV and mobile phones. But after all, it is just the world that has been recorded in books, film and television and has been processed at a certain level, not the real world.

"The tax before the internship period is 6,000 yuan, and the tax before the formal work is 8,000 yuan. You either agree or disagree. It is not difficult to find two people in Linghe Foreign Languages ​​College who are the same level as you." Wang Lang turned his head and smiled at Xuanxuan.

Xuanxuan gritted her teeth, "Wang Lang, why are you so stingy?"

"As money, you have to be generous in the places you should spend, and you have to be scattered every minute. If you are generous at any time, how can you save money? Knowledge points, stinky movies, remember it, I won't even say anything if others ask me." Wang Lang pulled out the car key and spoke.

Xuanxuan raised her fist viciously at Wang Lang.

"Do you do it?" Wang Lang ignored it.

"Damn." Xuanxuan finally surrendered.

Xuanxuan made a face at Wang Lang and got off the car together.

Zheng Haijun has been here for a long time and is discussing with several interior designers how to decorate the interior.

After seeing Wang Lang come in, he immediately invited Wang Lang to study together.

Before I knew it, it was noon. Xuanxuan, who had been playing games all morning, ran over with her stomach covering her stomach, "Wang Lang, are you hungry?"

Wang Lang took out three hundred dollars and threw them to Xuanxuan, "Go out to buy a few vegetables and a few rice."

Xuanxuan remained still, "No, you transfer money to me, I order food, I have a coupon."

After gritting his teeth, he transferred the money to Xuanxuan.

Just as he was having a good time with several designers, Xuanxuan exclaimed and jumped toward the door.

"Wang Lang, Uncle Zheng, it's time to eat." Xuanxuan yelled at the door.

Wang Lang photographed a bearded designer and said, "Let's go, have a meal first."

The bearded man shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Brother, you asked us to come here to not just look for us interior design. This is simply to come here to teach us a few classes."

Wang Lang waved his hand disregardlessly, "I'm just an amateur. What I'm talking about is something I've seen before, nothing."

Several people went to have dinner together. Zheng Haijun stared at Wang Lang curiously, "Wang Lang, have you learned design?"

"My family is poor and I haven't even attended school for a few days. My primary school diploma is a fake certificate."
Chapter completed!