Reborn as a Good Child

Chapter 7: Must be a fake master!

Views:

Bai Yihan walked around aimlessly, thinking about things in his mind. Judging from the lessons of his previous life, he used to think that he could be worry-free all his life with his back on the Bai family. It was really naive. It only takes a moment to dump, and one must hold something in his hand. Although his ideal state is to be a happy rice bug, he has no long-term worries and must have immediate worries. For the long-term plan, he still needs to have some industry. Although it may be unlucky to think this way, but in the future, if there is something in the Bai family, he will not be at a loss. Seeing the family become pauper in an instant, if they have a small business to settle down, at least they can guarantee the life of the family. , Even if it is better than the top, it is better than the bottom.

But what to do? The principal is no problem, but from the blood of the previous life, I am not a business material at all. A shopping mall is like a battlefield. People like myself, even if they have capital, will only be sacked by others.

Looking for a job? After the Bai family went bankrupt in the previous life, in order to make up for the mistakes he committed, he tried desperately to find a job, but his academic qualifications were basically mixed, all the grades were drifting low, the resume was very unsightly, so everywhere When you hit a wall, no one even wants to use the job of a little clerk. The result is already known, and there is no need to do it again.

He went around in the street, but found that there was nothing suitable for him in all kinds of industries, so what should he do? Bai Yihan squatted on the side of the road, scratching his head in distress. His mind would not become shrewd because of a heavy life. Things that he couldn't do before can no longer be done. When he was in distress, his stomach gurgled. In the morning His thoughts were confused, he only ate a bowl of porridge, and he was a little hungry now.

He walked into a small restaurant dejectedly, ordered a bowl of beef noodles, pulled out a napkin and wiped the greasy table with one hand on his cheek, frowned while waiting for noodles, while continuing to meditate.

It was lunch at noon, the small restaurant was full of people, and it was as noisy as a vegetable market, but Bai Yiming was undisturbed, still thinking about his own affairs, and when the noodles came, he took it from the chopstick cage on the table. I took out a pair of disposable chopsticks and opened it, poured some vinegar into the noodles, stirred it, and started eating.

The bodyguards A, B, and C behind secretly followed all the way: "..., they silently picked up their startled jaw, wondering if Young Master Bai had been dropped? Don’t say let this ancestor come to such a place to eat, just let him Looking at it from a distance is a tantrum. In such an environment, expect him to go in? Dreaming! There is oil stains on the table, expect him to sit down? Delusion! Disposable chopsticks? What is that? How would this Zongzong know? Everyone uses ivory chopsticks that have been thoroughly disinfected! And looking at that dirty little vinegar bottle, how could Young Master Bai touch it? But looking at him now, he eats quite... fragrant

This young master must be fake! Identification is completed!

In fact, Bai Yihan just walked into such a small restaurant habitually. His brain capacity is only that big. He has just been reborn and has not yet adapted to many things. He has been thinking about things just now, so he naturally followed the habit and found it. A relatively cheap place to eat.

After he finished eating, he realized that, ah, now that Baidi Enterprise is still alive, he can eat something good, but it’s nothing. If he eats too many snacks that he used to look down on, he will find it delicious, and it’s money. , It’s a little bit less, thinking like this, he patted his stomach, walked out of the small restaurant contentedly, and continued to walk around, digesting food: in the habit of not wasting, he ate up the bowl of noodles. , As a result, a little support.

Secret bodyguards A, B, and C: "... This must be a fake master!