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Chapter 34 Is this the unpretentious life of the rich second generation?

Shen Qingqing's handover was very smooth. Ban Xia and the two were born to run the business. She originally wanted to give some advice, but found that the two were familiar with the business and looked like profiteers. They even knew better than her. Do business.

After Shen Qingqing finished the decoration drawings, Qingdai understood the modern painting methods at a glance and made some suggestions.

Shen Qingqing looked at Qingdai in surprise, "Are you really just my maid?"

Qingdai said with a shy look: "My lady used to be confused all day long, saying she was just serving her, but we also have a lot of free time, so my lady asked someone to teach us some things."

She is so prescient! She is indeed an expert in this era of three wives and four concubines, and her father is still devoted to her.

"So the eight people around me all have special skills."

"Fennel was raised by Aunt Qiuhe herself, and her martial arts skills are unfathomable; Banxia and I learned about business; Qiusang, woad is careful and skillful; Amber, tortoise shell is good at medicine; and Shannai's cooking lady has tasted camellia. "

Her mother had prepared an all-powerful team for her a long time ago. She didn't have to do anything. She could rest assured that she could be a rich second generation and win until she grew old.

Banxia has already started to get busy, "Miss, the next transformation will be left to me and Qingdai. If you are not feeling well, go back and rest first. Don't work too hard."

Shen Qingqing was pushed out of the store by the two of them, looking at the blue sky above her head, the low-key and luxurious Shen's carriage stopped in front of the door.

She feels like she doesn’t need to do anything by herself except eating. Is this the simple and unpretentious life of the rich second generation?

"Miss, does it look good?" Fenxiang saw that she had been staring at the clouds in the sky for a while, and couldn't help but look at the sky.

"I'm watching my dream."

Fenxiang was very frightened and said: "That cloud looks like a big chicken leg! It's so beautiful."

Shen Qingqing: "..."

"Miss, are you hungry? Let's go eat crispy chicken drumsticks? Zhao's roast chicken tastes amazing."

Fenxiang's mouth was watering as she spoke, and Shen Qingqing was speechless.

She looked at Fenxiang: "Fennel, do you have a dream?"

"Miss, is it a dream that I like to eat sauce-flavored pork elbow?"

"No, the dream is not what you like to eat, but what do you want?"

Fenxiang thought about it seriously, "Then I want to eat miso-flavored pork elbow every day."

Shen Qingqing stuffed fifty taels into her hand, "Go ahead and walk along this street. You can buy whatever you want."

"Okay, miss, let's go together."

"I'll forget it. I'll go to the rouge and gouache shop over there. You can come to me after you buy it."

"Okay miss, please don't run around! Be careful of the danger."

"Don't worry, the emperor's feet are so heavily guarded. If anyone who doesn't have the foresight comes to mess with me, I'll knock his head off."

Less than three minutes after Shen Qingqing finished saying these words, she was kidnapped in an alley.

The slap in the face came so fast, like a tornado.

It's not that she's not alert, it's just that people here don't have martial ethics!

She was tricked by the old lady when she was kindly helping her cross the road. Shen Qingqing wondered if she had met a legendary human trafficker, right?

She looked at the people who kidnapped her, and the old woman who had lied to her took off the delicate human skin mask on her face, revealing a pretty girl's face.

It turns out that this kind of thing actually existed in ancient times, and it was so cleverly done.

In modern times, there are also molds for pouring out human faces. No matter in thickness or fineness, they are not as thin as the human skin mask in front of me. What technology do they use?

Seeing that she was still calmly staring at the fruit on the table after being kidnapped, the girl said: "Master Xiao Shen is so brave. He was drugged with cartilage powder and can still stare at the apple so calmly. He is really not afraid of death."

Mr. Xiao Shen? It seems that the other person must have mistakenly thought she was her brother when he saw her disguised as a man.

Shen Qingqing used the trick and changed her voice and said: "Nonsense, I'm obviously looking at the human skin mask, how did you do it so cleverly?"

There was a fat and short young man next to him with a naive expression on his face, "This is the secret skill of my Xin clan. It is much thinner than ordinary human skin masks."

Shen Qingqing asked seriously: "How can I make it so thin?"

Hanhan explained patiently with a shy face: "Thinness is mainly due to the choice of materials. Our family uses pure natural materials..."

The girl slammed the table, "What the hell, Mr. Xiao Shen, please have some self-awareness of being a hostage! And you, Xiao Donggua, are you going to tell strangers your secret skills?"

Shen Qingqing and Xiao Donggua said in unison: "Oh."

The scene became very quiet and awkward for a while, and Shen Qingqing, as a somewhat social person, decided to take the initiative to open up the topic.

"What, actually I don't like eating apples, and your apples are not fresh yet. Look, there's a hole in them."

Girl: "..."

It seems that the atmosphere has not eased, and has even become colder.

Shen Qingqing coughed lightly: "If you insist on me eating it, I can still take a bite if you have to do it."

The girl couldn't help but yelled: "If you can't speak, just don't say it. Didn't you find that the atmosphere was even more awkward? No, you have to understand the current situation. You are a hostage! Ah Dao, explain to her what it means. hostage."

The tallest man in the room was also the man who kidnapped Shen Qingqing. He had a long scar on his forehead, and with this dull face, he exuded murderous intent. He looked like a ruthless character at first glance.

He pulled out a broken knife from behind and slashed hard at the table in front of Shen Qingqing.

The old table collapsed with a "boom".

Shen Qingqing and the girl shouted in unison:

"Wow, your broken sword is so handsome!"

"Ah Dao, I asked you to scare people, but I didn't ask you to cut the table. Do you know that our house is rented? Then the damn landlord wants to use the situation again and ask us to pay dozens of taels. Can you afford it?"

The girl squatted on the ground and tried to put the table together, but the table had fallen apart and she couldn't put it back together no matter how hard she tried.

Seeing her grief-stricken look, as if the person closest to her had died, Shen Qingqing was infected by her sadness and couldn't help but pat her shoulder, "Sorry, if the old ones don't go, the new ones won't come. ."

The girl sternly opened her hand and said, "Don't worry about it! Do you know how much a few dozen taels cost? Do you know how hard it is for us to live under someone else's roof?"

Shen Qingqing shook her head and took out a one hundred tael silver note, "I don't know, but I can give you money to buy a new table."

Hanhan: "Wow, sister Ah Li, it's one hundred taels! A lot of money!"

The girl grabbed Shen Qingqing's lapel and said fiercely: "Is it about money now?"

Shen Qingqing drew another card and said, "Add another hundred taels."

"You are a hostage!!!"

"If it's not enough, how about adding another two hundred taels? Forget about the table, you can rebuild a house."

The girl said fiercely: "Don't think that just because you have money, you can do whatever you want! Even though we are poor, we will never give in to money."

"Add another three hundred taels."

The girl's lips trembled, "What did you say?"

Seeing the drama, Shen Qingqing continued: "One thousand taels, let me go."

Hanhan pulled the girl's sleeve and said, "Sister Ah Li, money! So much money!"

Ah Li's hand pulling on Shen Qingqing's clothes was already shaking, "You, you are dreaming."

Shen Qingqing pulled away her trembling hand, lifted her chin, and raised an evil smile at the corner of her mouth: "Three thousand taels, how about it?"
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