Jia Cong was in a good mood now that he had money. From time to time he would reach out and touch the bag of broken silver hidden in his chest.

Do you think this is just a bag of broken silver? Then you are totally wrong. In Jia Cong's view, what he carries on his chest is his future, his hope, and the seed on which his huge business empire will grow in the future.

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With this start-up capital, I will no longer have to rely on others, and I will no longer have to rely on other people’s faces to live my life. It’s a joy to think about it!

Hahaha! Hahaha!

"Gululu...Gululu..."

Jia Cong was immersed in endless thoughts about a better future, when his stomach roared without warning.

"Hungry...so hungry...how long have I not eaten?"

The protest from his stomach finally reminded Master Jia Cong: It's time to eat, if you don't eat, you will really starve to death.

"One day...two days...three days...Master, you have had no water or rice for three days and three nights."

Jinque counted on her fingers for a long time and finally figured it out.

"Three days?!" Jia Cong was shocked: "How come I haven't eaten for so long? Isn't this about starving people to death?"

"Master, this is none of my business..." Jin Que hurriedly defended himself: "Firstly, Master, you have been unconscious these days and can't even feed you water; secondly, Master has ordered that any

No one is allowed to give you a drop of water or a grain of rice, otherwise they will starve to death with you..."

"this……"

Jia Cong was speechless: Is this still his biological father?

A tiger's poison cannot eat its seeds. How can this father really be happy if he wants to wipe out his own flesh and blood from this world?!

If the father is unkind, the son will be unfilial.

Since this cheap old man Jia She doesn't care about any flesh-and-bone affection, then there is no need for him as a son to regard him as his biological father.

Jia Cong thought bitterly to himself.

"Jinque, hurry up, go buy some chicken, duck, fish, etc. and come back. Leave the house quietly. Don't let anyone discover you."

The first priority was to fill his stomach first. Thinking of this, Jia Cong hurriedly took out the small bundle from his arms, spread it out on the broken table, carefully picked up the smallest piece of broken silver and handed it to Jinque.

He loves money and is stingy, but he is different from Mrs. Xing, a miser who "only knows how to live frugally".

You must spend what you should spend! Your body is your capital, and a good body is priceless. If you want to be in good health, you must eat and drink well.

If she were Mrs.

This is not called frugality, this is called stupidity. Jia Cong sneered at this.

Jin Que looked at the pieces of silver handed over by Jia Cong but stood still and said, "Master, there are too many. You can't use so much silver at all."

Jia Cong glanced at the ugly little girl in front of him, reached out and picked up another piece of silver and handed it over: "Here, this is for you, buy whatever you like, just don't let anyone see it."

You must not be stingy with those who are loyal to you.

This is the shrewdness of Jia Cong's behavior in his previous life.

Although he had just come here not long ago, he had already seen that this little girl, Jin Que, was loyal to him.

Jia Cong wanted money but had no money, and wanted power but no authority. He was a miserable miser.

Following a young master like him, it is extremely rare for this ugly girl to be so sincere. Of course, she cannot treat her badly.

"What, Master, what did you say? Is this... is this for me?"

Jinque looked shocked and stuttered when speaking.

She was sold into the Jia family as a slave at the age of five, and no one had ever given her so much money!

Although all the slaves in Jia's house have monthly money, they still have to be divided among themselves!

For example, the maids around Jia Baoyu, such as Xiren, Qingwen, Sheyue and Qiu Wen, needless to say, all have one or two silver coins every month. They are the ones who are responsible for boiling water and feeding birds.

The little maids who sweep the house also get 500 copper coins a month.

Next, like Yingchun, Tanchun, and Xichun, the maids around them all get monthly money according to their respective statuses, as much or as little as they want. But no matter how much, they always have money to take.

As for an inconspicuous clown girl like her, she naturally has no monthly money. Not to mention monthly money, she even has problems with food and clothing.

Now Master Jia Cong suddenly took out the money and wanted to give it to her, and told her to spend it as she pleased and buy whatever she wanted...

This scene was so unreal. She couldn't believe that she would encounter such a good thing. Could it be that she was dreaming?

Thinking of this, Jin Que couldn't help but reach out and pinch her thigh hard.

"Ouch...it hurts so much! This is not a dream, it's real. The young master actually gave himself money..."

Jinque was shocked, happy and in pain, tears burst out from her eyes, and her vision became blurry for a moment.

"Master, you really want to give me money. This is not a dream, it is not a dream..."

The little girl cried with joy, grabbed Jia Cong's sleeves, trembled with excitement, and wiped his nose and tears all over his body.

"I go...it's so...disgusting..."

Jia Cong felt nauseated and wanted to pull back his sleeves. But when he saw the little girl's pitiful appearance, he couldn't bear it anymore.

Seeing her like this, she has endured so much suffering and suffered so much suffering following the original owner. It is so pitiful...

"Okay, girl, little Que'er, don't be sad. Master, I swear to you that if you follow me in the future, you will be popular, drink spicy food, wear silk and gold..." Jia Cong hurriedly comforted the little girl.

"Bah! Don't coax me here, I don't believe it." After hearing what he said, Jin Que couldn't help but feel touched and amused. She hurriedly wiped her tears with Jia Cong's sleeve and said coquettishly: "

You're pretending to be generous by using other people's money. When you really have money in the future, I won't be too late to spend it."

As the little girl spoke, she only picked up the smallest piece of silver and turned around to leave. As she walked, she said, "Master, wait until I buy you some delicious food. Master, you are too thin, but you should

Take good care of yourself..."

When Jia Cong saw how considerate and sensible this girl was, he was immediately moved. When he looked at her again, he didn't think she was ugly at all. On the contrary, he thought she was very attractive.

Jinque turned around and glanced at Jia Cong, opened her mouth, seemed to want to say something, but in the end she just glanced at Jia Cong, her cheeks slightly flushed. As her eyes flickered, the girl...

He bowed his head and went out.

Jia Cong had a panoramic view of Jinque's eyes and expressions. Seeing her look like this, Master Cong couldn't help but feel something in his heart:

Look at this girl's eyes, does she have a crush on me, the young master?

This is really bad, because I am so handsome and considerate that I have attracted countless girls to be fascinated by me.

Alas... being too good is also a sin.

Jinque's unintentional glance turned on Jia Cong's infinite narcissism mode. This is really a sin!

To be honest, Master Jia Cong is only twelve years old this year. He is thin and underdeveloped, with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks. In any case, he has nothing to do with being handsome.

It's just that Jia Cong can't see his own face, so he can fantasize endlessly.

Just when he was so narcissistic that he suddenly heard the door curtain clattering, and the sparrow that had just gone out came back again.
Chapter completed!