Sure enough, Yang Hui then said: "Now you have married into the Lu family and become Lu Yao's wife.
Although Lu Yao is a vegetative person lying in bed and unable to move, he is still the direct heir of the Lu Group.
Your brother is in college, and you know the situation at home very well. Do you think you have to get me a millionaire to help your brother?"
Yang Hui was the nanny who deliberately exchanged the two babies.
Song Zhiyang was her son born the following year.
Yang Hui herself favors boys over girls, and she knows very well that Song Baishuang is not her daughter, so she has had a very bad attitude towards Song Baishuang since she was a child.
If Song Baishuang's grades had not always been among the best and she could receive scholarships and other subsidies, Yang Hui would not have let her go to high school at all.
Yang Hui couldn't wait to let Bai Shuang go out immediately and work to earn money to help her raise her son.
In the previous life, Song Baishuang was Voldemort and responded to Yang Hui and Song Zhiyang's requests.
But in this life, sorry, they want to take money from Bai Shuang?
It would be better to just jump off the building and die and be reincarnated faster.
Bai Shuang took a sip of the soup and said, "No money."
"No money? How is that possible!"
Yang Hui hurriedly came to Bai Shuang and looked at her eagerly, "Lu Yao is a vegetable. You married here and the Lu family didn't give you any money?"
Bai Shuang raised his eyes coldly, "You also know that he is a vegetable. I am already like this, and you still want money from me? Don't you know whether I have money or not?"
Before I was taken back by the Yun family, you took away all my savings from my work-study studies. Now you are still asking me for money?
Yang Hui, I am no longer your daughter. If you want to suck blood, you have to find someone else to suck blood from. Do you recognize the three words Yun Caizhen? You go find her."
"What's not my daughter? I've raised you for so many years and you say I'm not your mother?" Yang Hui jumped up and started making a fuss.
"Son, since she said she has no money, let's move all the valuables out of this room!"
Yang Hui gave the order, and Song Zhiyang looked left and right, his eyes fixed on an antique porcelain vase by the window.
"Mom, this looks good!" Song Zhiyang ran over and picked up the porcelain vase.
Bai Shuang put down the tableware, took out her mobile phone slowly, and clicked on recording.
"What are you doing?" Song Zhiyang quickly covered his face.
Song Zhiyang is a young man and is very sensitive to cameras.
In the era of national self-media, you can just pick up your mobile phone and record a video and post it all over the Internet. No one knows whether the video will become popular.
Song Zhiyang doesn't want to be famous.
Bai Shuang's tone was light, with a hint of sarcasm, "I didn't do anything, I was just preserving the video evidence of strangers breaking into my house.
This will make it easier for the police to check and convict you when you call the police later.”
"What about burglary, what about calling the police!"
Yang Hui was startled and rushed to Bai Shuang to grab her phone, "Your brother just took a porcelain vase from you. It's not a valuable thing. You really think we care about it! Turn it off!"
Bai Shuang stood up and pointed the camera at Yang Hui again, "If you don't care, get out of here.
I said, I don’t have any money to give you. If you dare to touch anything in the room, then wait for a call from the police."
Song Zhiyang took the lead in putting down the antique porcelain vase.
Although he was spoiled by Yang Hui and became a little lawless, he was limited to being a man in his own home.
Once outsiders were involved, Song Zhiyang became extremely frightened.
"Mom, let's go." Song Zhiyang tugged on Yang Hui's sleeve and whispered.
No matter how shameless and reckless Yang Hui is, she can only languish in front of the word "police" that is filled with the glory of justice.
Yang Hui gritted her teeth unwillingly and stared at Bai Shuang.
She held it in for a long time before she managed to utter a few words: "Okay, I'll just wait.
When you get out of these three days of 'confinement', you will know whether you really have no money or whether you are fake!"
Yang Hui came with expectations, but left with resentment.
Unfortunately, she didn't have a chance to vent her anger, so she could only feel uncomfortable in her heart.
[I'm so angry with her! It's better to be so angry that I'm sick. What's wrong with me now? She's so shameless!] said the lazy guy, jumping up and down.
Three waves of people suffered losses from Bai Shuang one after another, and then they settled down and stopped disturbing Bai Shuang.
They all thought that after three days of "confinement", Bai Shuang would leave the room in a hurry and leave Lu Yao, who was just breathing away from the dead.
But what they didn't expect was that instead of leaving, Bai Shuang stayed in this room.
This stay lasted for half a year.
In half a year, Lazy Man's magical power has recovered a little bit.
It only takes a little bit of this to connect the lazy guy with the network of this world.
Bai Shuang bought a lot of programming books to teach himself.
What she couldn't learn from books, she learned through the network that Lazy Dan extended in this world, like thousands of transparent tentacles.
Programming is an area that Bai Shuang has never touched in previous worlds.
But for Bai Shuang, the goddess, there is no difficulty in absorbing and applying knowledge, it is just a matter of time.
Half a year later, Bai Shuang finally stepped out of this room.
Because she needed to buy the materials herself to make the instrument she imagined.
The materials are all commonplace and the cost is not high.
The key point lies in the chip embedded in the instrument, with the program written on it, and the traces of undetectable divine power fed into it by the lazy egg.
Bai Shuang carried an instrument that looked like a stainless steel insulated lunch box and arrived at the largest private hospital in the city.
There are also different situations of vegetative state.
Some vegetative people have no consciousness at all and no thinking ability. Their brains are like those of plants.
However, some vegetative people have weak consciousness and can react to external influences such as crying and moving fingers.
The instrument made by Bai Shuang detects the brain waves of a vegetative person in this slightly conscious state, and uses program operation and divine power to "speak" what he wants to express.
Bai Shuang came to the door of the ICU ward and observed for a while.
Then, a woman covered in luxury goods, wearing valuable jewelry around her neck and wrists, but with a sad face, walked out of an ICU.
At first glance, she looks like a wealthy woman.
Bai Shuang stepped forward to stop her.
"Who are you?" the woman asked in surprise.
Bai Shuang picked up the "insulated lunch box" in her hand, smiled slightly and said, "I can make your husband talk."
ten minutes later.
The woman and Bai Shuang left the ICU.
The woman burst into tears, "Master, thank you, I really can't believe I just had a conversation with my husband!
He has been in a vegetative state for several months. Without him in charge of the overall situation in the company, the people below are about to rebel!
He told me many ways to stabilize the overall situation today. I really don’t know how to thank you..."
The woman said that she was about to kneel down to Bai Shuang, and Bai Shuang held her arm.
"There's no need to kneel down. It's easy to say thank you. Just buy this." Bai Shuang handed over the instrument.
The woman nodded repeatedly, "Buy, buy! This is not a lunch box. This is simply an artifact!"
In this way, Bai Shuang obtained her first start-up capital.