Not to mention Lingling's testimony, even if the king of heaven comes, Zhong Jiawei will not believe that her husband has become so good. People who usually don't help the soy sauce bottles will cook and cook in person? As for the money that goes to the amusement party to sell balloons, Zhong Jiawei will not believe a word.

Lingling was stunned for a moment and then said, "I didn't lie, really..."

Zhong Jiawei came over, without saying a word, grabbed Lingling and slapped her on the butt, and shouted angrily: "What did I tell you? No matter what, you can't lie, you will be beaten if you lie!"

Lingling was caught off guard by being beaten, panicked and aggrieved, and cried out: "Mom, I didn't lie, I didn't lie..."

"I won't admit it yet!" Zhong Jiawei became even more angry.

Her hand raised was caught by Jiang Zhihao before she could hit her more.

"It's not her business." Jiang Zhihao said: "If you don't believe it, you can hit me."

"Do you think I dare not?" Zhong Jiawei was so angry that she slapped Jiang Zhihao in the face. The tears that she had been holding back yesterday to the present finally shed. She pointed at Jiang Zhihao and cursed hysterically: "You can torture me no matter how you torture me, but why do you have to take my daughter badly! She doesn't usually lie, so she let you take care of it for a whole morning and learn it! What do you want to do? Do you have to force us to death to death before you can be content!"

Zhong Jiawei's anger made Jiang Zhihao feel more and more silent. He knew that the bad impression he had left before was so profound that no matter what he did, Zhong Jiawei would not believe it. Even Lingling suffered unrestrained disasters.

"I'm sorry." Jiang Zhihao said.

"Don't say sorry to me anymore! I don't want to hear it, it's disgusting!" Zhong Jiawei covered her face, rushed into the bedroom, and closed the door hard.

The wife was crying in the room and the daughter was crying outside. The atmosphere at home made Jiang Zhihao realize that it was more difficult than he thought to change these things.

He sighed and went over and hugged Lingling in his arms.

The little girl felt very aggrieved and held his neck and refused to let go: "Mom said I was lying, Lingling didn't lie..."

"I know." Jiang Zhihao patted her gently and comforted her: "Mom is just tired and needs time to rest. When she gets rest, it will be fine."

The next morning, the breakfast was still ready, but Zhong Jiawei took a look and left.

Jiang Zhihao was already mentally prepared for the cold war between the couple.

After dinner, Jiang Zhihao took Lingling to the kindergarten, and then went to the wholesale market to get a bunch of balloons.

Then, he went to the seafood market and found one of the stall owners selling Boston lobsters. He told him that he needed a large amount of Boston lobsters and asked the stall owner to collect them and come to pick up the goods tomorrow.

The stall owner was very happy. Boston lobster is considered a high-end ingredient, but it is not as easy to sell crayfish. After all, the price is too expensive and is not the main target of the working class.

It is a good thing for the vendors to be able to have someone willing to eat the entire seafood market at one time.

The reason why Jiang Zhihao wanted to collect all the Boston lobsters in the seafood market was that Jiang Zhihao clearly remembered the news reports in two days that the Yuye Hotel in the city died in the inventory due to the mistake of a kitchen worker. And just tomorrow, there was a luxurious wedding banquet, and those Boston lobsters were one of the dishes.

The execution ability of Yuye Hotel was not good enough. When the general manager decided to send someone to the seafood market to buy Boston lobsters again, he found out that just an hour ago, another hotel bought a part, which made them unable to replenish enough quantities.

The head of the wedding banquet was very good. Because of this incident, it made Yuye Hotel very worried. Not only did it pay a lot of money, it almost closed down.

What Jiang Zhihao has to do now is to prepare for the future, collect Boston lobsters first and sell them to Yuye Hotel tomorrow.

In the evening, Jiang Zhihao took Lingling to the recreation as he did yesterday.

This time he prepared some food for Lingling in advance. The little girl ate and watched, and helped sell balloons from time to time, enjoying it.

The balloons that are nearly ten times more than yesterday are sold today are not slow. They are sold out at around nine o'clock in the evening.

The extra nine thousand yuan in his pocket made Jiang Zhihao feel much more at ease, at least it proved that his prediction of the future was not wrong.

At around ten o'clock, Jiang Zhihao took Lingling home.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw Zhong Jiawei sitting there with a gloomy face. Seeing the father and daughter coming back, she stood up and scolded Jiang Zhihao: "What the hell do you want to do! Where did you take her!"

"Dad took me to sell balloons..." Lingling weakly defended her father: "We have made a lot of money."

"You lie again!" Zhong Jiawei stared at her, frightening the little girl immediately covered her butt.

"She didn't lie. We did go to sell balloons. This is the money we made tonight." Jiang Zhihao said, and gave Zhong Jiawei the cash in his pocket, the WeChat in his mobile phone, and the Alipay income.

There is not much cash, less than 200 yuan, and most people use electronic payments.

Zhong Jiawei was in an extremely bad mood today, and she waited at home until ten o'clock and disappeared. She was so angry that she wanted to cut Jiang Zhihao off. But now, looking at the total income of 8,900 yuan in her account, she was stunned.

For this family, the income of nearly 10,000 yuan is already a great joy.

If Zhong Jiawei had won the bonus herself, it would not be surprising, but she really couldn't believe that her husband had earned so much by selling balloons.

"What did you do? Why did you take your daughter there? Are you going to lie?" Zhong Jiawei questioned angrily.

Jiang Zhihao smiled bitterly, taking his daughter there, wasn’t it because no one at home took care of the children? How could he think of using her to deceive people?

"Whether you believe it or not, or think I have done anything, I will earn enough money tomorrow to help you pay the company's fine. In addition, Lingling's money to go to kindergarten is almost enough." Jiang Zhihao said.

Speaking of the fine, Zhong Jiawei's momentum immediately weakened. She sat back on the sofa with a heavy face, covering her face with exhaustion. Not long after, tears flowed down her fingers.

Jiang Zhihao was anxious and asked quickly: "What's wrong? The company is urging you? It's really not possible. You can take the money first and pay as much as you can. If it's not enough, I'll find a way."

"Do you think of a way? What can you think of?" Zhong Jiawei suddenly let go of her hand, crying, and shouted hysterically at Jiang Zhihao: "Even if you go to rob the bank, can you rob 150,000 yuan a day? Don't talk to me anymore, I don't want to listen!"

Jiang Zhihao was stunned for a moment, 150,000? Isn’t it ten thousand?
Chapter completed!