Rebirth of a Village Girl

Chapter 131 130 I am Mr. Mog

Ni Yan is a very realistic person.

She knows that most of the reasons for the breakdown of relationships between men and women in this world are due to the fact that they have rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea.

All love will eventually disappear in tea, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea.

However, as long as the economic conditions keep up, all problems will not be a problem.

If the woman is economically disadvantaged, her status in family life will be lower.

If the woman occupies the majority of the economy, she can put the cart before the horse in an instant.

This is also the main reason why Ni Yan does not rely on men.

Because there is nothing more secure than relying on yourself!

Therefore, she didn't think there was anything wrong with her raising Mo Qishue.

Xiao Zhou felt that his entire outlook on life had been overturned by Ni Yan.

She raised him?

Ni Yan actually wants to raise Mo Qishen!

Looking at the entire capital, I'm afraid I can't find another woman who is willing to support a man, right?

"Yanyan, are you kidding me?" Xiao Zhou swallowed and turned to look at the screen.

Ni Yan's eyebrows were light, "This is nothing to joke about. When you really like someone, you are willing to give everything for him."

Xiao Zhou was invisibly shown off by Ni Yan and suffered a 10,000-point love blow.

Why is he still alone?

He also wants to find a girlfriend who is willing to support him... 嘤嘤嘤!

Ni Yan smiled and said: "It's normal for you, a single, not to understand these things. When you have a girlfriend, you will understand what I said today."

"What are you single for?" Dog?

He is already very pitiful because he is single, why do you still call him a dog?

Xiao Zhou was very sad.

If he is single, what is Ni Yan doing?

Are you killing dogs?

Ni Yan was quick to talk for a moment, but he didn't expect to say the buzzwords of later generations, so he quickly made up for it: "A bachelor. Aren't you a bachelor?"

bachelor?

Could it be that he was sadly hallucinating, "Yan L Yan, didn't you just say you were single?"

Ni Yan smiled and said: "Xiao Zhou, are you stupid? How can anyone say that he is a dog?"

Xiao Zhou rubbed his head. Although what Ni Yan said made sense, he always felt that something was wrong. What exactly was wrong, he couldn't explain...

Xiao Zhou ignored the issue of dogs or not for the time being, and continued: "Yanyan, are you kidding me? Are you really willing to raise Mo Qishen?"

Ni Yan raised his eyebrows slightly, "Do I look like I'm joking?"

Xiao Zhou shook his head and glanced across the screen unconsciously, "It's not like that." After saying that, he continued: "But don't you girls like powerful men like Mr. Mog?"

Xiao Zhou has seen too many different kinds of people, and he has even seen people as young as 18 or as old as 80.

Mo Baichuan is not only rich and handsome, but also the famous Mr. Mog.

Ni Yan has no reason not to like it!

Ni Yan frowned slightly, "Isn't your statement too general? In fact, not all girls like powerful men." Ni Yan had seen too many people in his previous life who would rather sit on a bicycle and laugh. , and I don’t want to be a girl crying in a BMW.

Some girls are even willing to give their lives for the ones they love.

"This kind of girl should be rare, right?" Xiao Zhou said.

Ni Yan smiled slightly, "I suggest you go back and read the story of Wang Pinggui and Xue Baochai, as well as the story of Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai. The stories come from life. In fact, these characters all have historical prototypes. You can't do it just because you haven't seen it. , denying their existence.”

Xiao Zhou was stunned for a moment, with a look of shame on his face. It was true that he thought too narrowly about girls, and he couldn't deny their existence just because he had never seen them.

It seems like every time I chat with Ni Yan, I get a different philosophy of life!

She is like a great treasure of knowledge that can surprise people at any time.

Xiao Zhou looked at Ni Yan with a hint of admiration in his eyes.

"Yanyan, you are right." Xiao Zhou continued: "By the way, Yanyan, can I ask you a question?"

"Well, you ask." Ni Yan nodded slightly.

Xiao Zhou said: "What do you like about Mo Qishen?"

Ni Yan reached out and touched his chin, "Maybe he likes his good looks..."

Mo Qishen's appearance was impeccable, and he surpassed popular movie stars by several blocks.

If in later generations, he would be the kind of person who can rely on his face to make a living.

Xiao Zhou: "..." Then he probably won't be able to get a wife.

Why would he ask such a heart-wrenching question?

Xiao Zhou turned his head and looked at the screen.

Ni Yan smiled and said: "Why are you always looking at the screen? Is the golden house hiding your beauty?"

Xiao Zhou touched his nose and said, "No way, I just think the patterns on the screen are pretty."

Ni Yan nodded with a half-smile, "Oh, I have to leave beforehand. Remember to collect the money for me."

"Where are you going?" Xiao Zhou asked subconsciously.

Ni Yantou said without looking back: "Make money to support our family, Mr. Mo."

Xiao Zhou: "..." He also wants to be raised!

After Ni Yan left, a slender and tall figure walked out from behind the screen. The dim yellow light cast a mysterious veil over the angular features, making it difficult to see the expression in those narrow red phoenix eyes. .

"Brother, you are so beautiful!" Xiao Zhou walked up to Mo Qishen, patted his shoulder and said, "There are people who want him even before he graduated from high school!" It doesn't matter if someone wants him, they are actually willing to support him!

Damn it! It’s so irritating that people are so different from each other!

"What? Are you envious?" The man turned his eyes slightly, revealing a face that was astonishing.

The tone is low, as if stained with ink.

"It's not envy, it's jealousy! Do you understand jealousy?" Xiao Zhou looked at Mo Qishen and said through gritted teeth.

Xiao Zhou and Mo Qishen are elementary school classmates.

But Mo Qishen's grades were so good that they only went to school together for one year, so Mo Qishen skipped a grade and went to junior high school.

Although they only studied together for one year, they accumulated a deep friendship, and later on, they had a lifelong friendship.

Xiao Zhou went through junior high school, high school, and finally was admitted to a prestigious university.

But Mo Qishen couldn't keep up.

His grades began to slowly decline in junior high school. He paid for high school, and eventually he dropped out of high school before even finishing high school.

He disappeared for four or five years in the middle, and then the status quo remained.

All he did was ask for money from his family every day and do nothing. In the end, he couldn't even keep his fiancée.

Turning a prodigy into a waste is a typical example of Shang Zhongyong, and it has become a joke in wealthy circles.

As Mo Qishen's best friend, Xiao Zhou felt sorry for Mo Qishen every time.

But today, he was extremely envious.

Damn it.

He doesn't have a girlfriend even though he works so hard.

And Mo Qishen not only has a girlfriend, but he also has a girlfriend who is willing to support him!

It’s so irritating that people are so different from each other!

It was because of Mo Qishen that Xiao Zhou deliberately opened his mouth to test Ni Yan just now.

He even told Ni Yan that Mo Baichuan was Mr. Mog, but Ni Yan remained indifferent.

Mo Qishen didn't expect that his wife would like him so much!

He knew he had chosen the wrong person!

Xiao Zhou continued: "But the most surprising person is your eldest nephew, who seems to be silent, but he didn't expect to be the famous Mr. Mog. He is really amazing!"

Mr. Mog!

Xiao Zhou never thought that Mr. Mog was actually the eldest nephew of his good friend.

Mo Qishen's expression was as usual, but there was a hint of depth in his eyes, "It's indeed quite powerful."

"It's not that it's really awesome, it's that it's awesome!" Xiao Zhou continued: "Your eldest nephew is so awesome, you, the uncle, have to work hard too!"

Xiao Zhou and Mo Qishen are true friends, so he doesn't hold back what he says, and he really thinks about Mo Qishen.

After finishing his words, Xiao Zhou said earnestly: "You are not young anymore. You can't go on like this. You have to do something great and let those who look down on you and laugh at you see you!"

Mo Qishen is a very smart person. Xiao Zhou believes that as long as he works hard, he will achieve great things!

The premise is that he has to work hard.

Mo Qi touched his nose deeply and said in a calm tone: "Why should I work so hard? Anyway, I have someone to support me, and unlike you, I am still alone."

Xiao Zhou: "..." He suspected that someone was killing dogs, but he had no evidence.

After a moment of silence, Xiao Zhou said with a bit of resentment: "Don't you want to make Zhao Jinrong angry?"

He didn't understand why a person who was so bloody back then would change so much now!

Xiao Zhou really wanted to know what happened to Mo Qishen these years.

"Why are you angry with her?" Mo Qishen said, "I don't like her."

Xiao Zhou said:

"When Zhao Jingrong proposed to break off the engagement and dumped you, weren't you angry at all?"

Mo Qishen's lips curled up slightly and he said with a smile: "Correction, I dumped Zhao Jingrong."

Unexpectedly, Xiao Zhou stood up on tiptoes and probed Mo Qishen's forehead, as if he had heard a big joke, "Brother, you don't have a fever, do you?"

Everyone in the capital knew that Mo Qishen was dumped by Zhao Jinrong, but Mo Qishen said that he was the one who dumped Zhao Jinrong...

Isn’t this deceiving yourself?

Mo Qishen just smiled and said nothing.

Xiao Zhou continued: "Brother, you don't have to sacrifice face and suffer in front of me. Who in this capital doesn't know that after Zhao Jinrong dumped you, he boldly threatened to marry Mr. Mog!"

At this point, Xiao Zhou seemed to suddenly remember something. He covered his mouth and said, "Oh my god! Then the person Zhao Jinrong is going to marry is your eldest nephew, isn't it? In this case, wouldn't the seniority be messed up? I don't know if Zhao Jinrong Now do you know that Mr. Mog is your eldest nephew?"

"Guards." Mo Qishen said calmly.

Weijun is Xiao Zhou's nickname, and Mo Qishen usually calls him that only when he is very serious.

"What's wrong?" Xiao Zhou looked up at Mo Qishen.

Mo Qishen continued: "Actually, Mr. Mog is not my eldest nephew."

"Who is that?"

Mo Qishen's expression remained as usual, the dim light blurred his sharp features, and he said word by word: "Actually, Mr. Mog is me."

As soon as these words were spoken, an eerie silence fell in the air.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The next second, Xiao Zhou burst out laughing. He laughed so much that tears came out of his eyes.

He put his hand on Mo Qishen's shoulder, "Brother, are you trying to laugh me to death so you can inherit my two cent inheritance?"

This cliffhanger was the funniest joke he had heard this year.

"Mr. Mog? Why didn't you say you would go to heaven? No! Compared to you being Mr. Mog, I think it would be easier to go to heaven."

Mo Qishen's thin lips parted lightly, "I'm serious."

"Okay, okay," Xiao Zhou patted Mo Qishen on the shoulder, "You can just tell me this. After all, we are brothers!"

Mo Qishen continued: "Weijun, I am really Mog."

"Quite deeply, I also want to tell you a secret." Xiao Zhou suddenly became serious.

"you say."

Xiao Zhou looked at Mo Qishen and continued: "Qishen, actually I am the Jade Emperor." At this point, Xiao Zhou quietly lowered his voice and continued: "The reason why I came to the human world is to go through tribulations." hard."

Mo Qishen looked at Xiao Zhou with [concerned and retarded eyes] and said speechlessly: "This joke is not funny at all."

Xiao Zhou said: "Do you also know that this joke is not funny?"

Mo Qishen: "I am really Mog."

Xiao Zhou: "I am really the Jade Emperor."

Mo Qishen: "..." How should he answer this?

Finally, Xiao Zhou continued: "If you were Mog, I would eat shit!"

Mo Qi touched his nose deeply and said nothing.

Xiao Zhou patted Mo Qishen's shoulder lightly, "Brother, work hard! Stop dreaming! Do you know how many people in the capital are laughing at you like this?"

Mo Qishen's lips curled up slightly, "Only in this way can I see people's hearts more clearly."

Otherwise, you will never know whether the person next to you is a human or a dog.

Xiao Zhou rolled his eyes and said, "You are talking as if you are really Mr. Mog. Oh, did the fact that your eldest nephew is Mr. Mog irritate you?"

Mo Qishen stopped talking and took out four piles of banknotes from the briefcase he carried with him, "Here are these for you."

"What's this?"

"U.S. dollars." Mo Qishen said calmly.

Eight times the value of US dollars and RMB, these four piles are worth at least hundreds of thousands of RMB.

Now Xiao Zhou couldn't calm down anymore, "Where did you get so much money?"

"It's earned." Mo Qishen said concisely, "Aren't you short of money now? This is for you."

"Although I'm short of money now, I can't ask for this." Xiao Zhou pushed the money back.

Mo Qishen is now a homeless man. All this money must have been obtained from the old man and his wife of the Mo family. How can he use the money of two old people?

Mo Qishen seemed to have read Xiao Zhou's thoughts, and continued: "Just take it with confidence. This money is really earned by myself and has nothing to do with my parents."

"I really can't have it." Xiao Zhou was determined.

Mo Qishen stood up with his briefcase and said, "Just think of it as my investment in you. Just remember to share the dividends with me at the end of the year."

Hearing this, Xiao Zhou decided to accept it, "Don't worry, brother, I will definitely not let my uncle and aunt lose money."

Until now, Xiao Zhou didn't believe that the money belonged to Mo Qishen.

Mo Qishen didn't explain anything anymore and just said: "Well, I believe you."

"Good brother!" Xiao Zhou reached out and hammered Mo Qishen's chest.

...

A manor in the capital.

A middle-aged woman with blond hair and blue eyes was lying in a luxurious room.

She has a plump figure and a rosy face. If she didn't say anything, no one would know that she was a terminally ill person.

She sat on the bedside and smiled weakly towards the door, "Miss Ji, you are here."

Miss Ji walked in from outside carrying nutritional supplements and asked with concern: "Are you feeling better?"

"Thank you for your concern. I'm much better now." But after saying this, her face turned pale and her breathing was weak. It looked like she might die at any time, which was extremely scary.

Miss Ji was startled and immediately pressed the alarm bell above the bed.

A rapid alarm sounded, and several doctors-looking people ran over from outside. They first gave her an electrocardiogram, and then quickly administered oxygen. After some tossing, the middle-aged woman on the bed finally regained consciousness and opened her eyes.

Miss Ji was so frightened that she stepped forward and said, "How do you feel now? Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere else?"

The middle-aged woman didn't even have the strength to speak, so she just blinked lightly.

At this moment, there were rapid footsteps outside the door, and a tall man broke in from the outside.

"Mom! Mom, are you okay?"

The middle-aged woman was unable to answer. A doctor in a white coat said: "Mr. Abner, let's take a step to talk."

The doctor's face looked a little unhappy, and Miss Ji glanced at the middle-aged woman on the bed with concern.

Abner followed the doctor outside.

The doctor then slowly spoke, "Mr. Abner, you have to be mentally prepared for your mother's illness."

Generally, when doctors ask you to be mentally prepared, the patient's condition will not have a good outcome.

But Abner was afraid to face reality.

"My mother is only fifty years old, and her life has just passed. Please think of something else!"

The doctor shook his head helplessly, "Your mother's death is approaching, so prepare for the funeral as soon as possible."

"Is there no other way?" Abner said with a painful expression, "As long as my mother can survive, I am willing to pay no matter what the cost."

He lost his father when he was young, and it was his mother who raised him alone. Now, before his mother had even had two good days, she was struck by a terrible illness.

As a son, he felt really uncomfortable.

The doctor said regretfully: "If we delay it any longer, it will only increase the patient's pain. Rather than doing this, it would be better for the patient to end his pain as soon as possible."

Abner pinched his temples in pain, "Is there really no other way?"

"No, as doctors we will not ignore death." The doctor continued: "Suffering from this disease, the pain the patient endures is unimaginable to ordinary people. Every time she takes a breath, her whole body feels like being pricked by needles. The pain is unbearable. If you really love your mother, I suggest you put an end to her pain as soon as possible."

Abner didn't speak, his face was full of pain.

After a long while, he said: "Okay, I understand."

"Then I'll leave if nothing happens."

"Yeah." Abner nodded.

After the doctor left, Miss Ji immediately came forward to comfort him, "Mr. Abner, please don't be sad. There is an old Chinese saying that there must be a road before the mountain, and there will be bright flowers and bright trees in the village. I believe that Auntie will get better." "

Miss Ji heard the doctor's words. Although she felt that Abner's mother was definitely hopeless, she still needed to be comforted.

"Mr. Abner." A male assistant came over from the side, "China's traditional Chinese medicine culture is profound and profound. I think you can invite a traditional Chinese medicine doctor to come back and give it a try."

The person who spoke was Abner's personal assistant, named Li Long, who was an authentic Chinese.

Hearing this, Abner seemed to have grasped the last straw, and continued: "Then I'll leave this matter to you."

"Okay." Li Long nodded.

Miss Ji said: "Mr. Abner, I think you should think twice about this matter."

Li Long looked up at Miss Ji unexpectedly.

Miss Ji continued: "Traditional Chinese medicine has always been pedantic, stuck in the past, and does not know how to innovate. Auntie's disease is already very serious. If Chinese medicine not only cannot cure it, but also worsens the condition, it will be more of a loss than gain."

At this moment, Li Long even doubted whether this Miss Ji was Chinese!

How could anyone belittle his own country like that?

Li Long said: "Miss Ji's words are wrong. Traditional Chinese medicine has been passed down for thousands of years and has benefited countless humans. If Chinese medicine is really that bad, wouldn't the Chinese nation have been destroyed long ago?"

Miss Ji smiled softly and continued: "If Chinese medicine is really that good, why can't we find a Chinese medicine hospital in the streets and alleys now?" There are one or two Chinese medicine pharmacies that are still facing closure.

Nowadays, Western medicine is rampant, and there are indeed few large traditional Chinese medicine hospitals in the country.

Li Long frowned slightly, "Miss Ji, you are using strong words to make sense!"

Miss Ji said: "Li Long, it is good to have a patriotic heart, but we must be rational and patriotic. Do you know that your suggestions may kill auntie?"

Anyway, Miss Ji will never believe in Chinese medicine. Over the years, her major and minor illnesses have been cured by Western medicine.

I remember that when she was very young, she also drank that extremely bitter soup.

Generally speaking, a normal cold can be cured with one injection of Western medicine, but it will take a week of Chinese medicine to slowly heal.

This is also the reason why traditional Chinese medicine declined so quickly.

After finishing her words, Miss Ji raised her head and looked at abner, "Mr. abner, do you still want to find a Chinese medicine doctor now?"

Abner pinched his temples and said, "Let me think about it again."

Li Long wanted to say something, but he swallowed the words as soon as they reached his lips.

After a long while, Abner continued: "Li Long, go and ask a Chinese medicine doctor to come back and give it a try."

Miss Ji's face turned pale, and she was about to say something, but Abner raised her hand to stop her.

Miss Ji had no choice but to close her mouth unwillingly.

Li Long's face was filled with joy and he continued: "Okay sir."

The Chinese medicine doctor was brought back soon. He was an old man with gray hair who was about sixty or seventy years old.

Li Long took the initiative to introduce: "Mr. Abner, this is Doctor Wang. Doctor Wang's family has been a traditional Chinese medicine doctor for generations. His ancestor was an imperial doctor in the palace and is quite famous in these four-nine cities."

Miss Ji's face was full of disdain, what a bullshit imperial doctor!

If he was really that powerful, would the Qing Dynasty still fall?

Fortunately, Doctor Wang did not pay attention to Miss Ji.

When Abner heard that Dr. Wang's ancestor was a palace physician, a look of respect immediately appeared on his face, and he said in stilted Chinese: "Doctor Wang, please come here, and my mother will leave it to you."

Doctor Wang followed Mr. Abner into the house.

After checking Abner's mother's condition, Dr. Wang shook his head and said: "This disease is too strange. I have been practicing medicine for more than ten years and have never seen such a strange disease."

Not to mention seeing it before, there is no record of it even in the family's medical books.

Hearing this, Miss Ji's eyes showed a sarcastic light.

She thought she was such a great doctor, but it turned out she couldn't even diagnose any disease.

What a shame!

Mr. Abner continued: "Doctor Wang, what do you mean?"

Doctor Wang stroked his beard and said, "You'd better hire someone else."

The light in Mr. Abner's eyes dimmed little by little.

Is there really no hope for my mother's illness?

Li Long said: "Doctor Wang, you are the most powerful Chinese medicine doctor in these four-nine cities. If you can't do anything, who else can we go to?"

Doctor Wang said: "Thank you for your praise of me, but there are people who are better than others, and the culture of Chinese medicine has always been broad and profound. If I can't cure a disease, it doesn't mean that others can't cure it either."

Miss Ji snorted, "I have long said that traditional Chinese medicine is pedantic and sticks to the same old rules. It cannot achieve great results, let alone cure serious diseases. Li Long, you still don't believe it, so what, now that you have seen it with your own eyes, you should believe it, right?"

Her words were full of disdain for Chinese medicine, and she devalued Chinese medicine as worthless, which made Dr. Wang furious!

"Little girl, how do you talk?"

Miss Ji smiled and said, "Don't get excited. My words are not directed at you. I am just stating the facts."

"What are you stating the facts? You are insulting Chinese medicine!" As a Chinese medicine doctor, Dr. Wang will never allow anyone to insult Chinese medicine.

Miss Ji asked back: "If Chinese medicine is really useful, why are you helpless about your aunt's illness? Let me tell you the truth, don't be unhappy. The world is now dominated by Western medicine, and Chinese medicine should have been overthrown a long time ago!"

If the Chinese people don't work hard, they will be enslaved sooner or later!

The tragedy of aggression will also be repeated.

"This is due to my personal ability and has nothing to do with Chinese medicine!" Dr. Wang said: "Since the Western medicine you say is so powerful, why can't it cure this wife's disease?"

Miss Ji choked.

Doctor Wang looked at Mr. Abner and continued: "Traditional Chinese medicine in our country has been passed down for thousands of years. I don't know how many miracles it has created and how many difficult and complicated diseases it has cured. Although I cannot cure your father's disease, there must be someone who can. I I have an elder brother who is also a Chinese medicine doctor, and his medical skills are much better than mine. When I go back, I will definitely seek advice from him and other famous doctors.”

Do not steam the steamed buns to steam your breath!

Don’t let these foreigners underestimate Chinese medicine!

The connections of Chinese medicine practitioners should not be underestimated. With this network of connections, I believe that the cause of the disease can be found and the patient can be cured.

Mr. Abner said: "Then I'll help you."

At this point, he can only give it a try...

It's better than letting my mother wait to die in vain.

Doctor Wang said: "You're welcome, this is the job of the doctor."

Mr. Abner continued: "Li Long, send Doctor Wang off for me."

"Okay." Li Long immediately escorted Doctor Wang inside.

Watching the doctors coming one after another and leaving one after another, the middle-aged woman lying on the bed had a dim light in her eyes.

"abner..."

She spoke weakly.

"Mom." Mr. Abner ran over immediately.

She held Abner's hand with difficulty: "Forget it, it's not cured. Mom is so tired."

It's been a year.

She was really tired from having to endure tremendous pain every day.

"Mom, it's okay. You will be fine." Mr. Abner tried his best to smile.

The middle-aged woman closed her eyes and said no more, with a gloomy look on her face.

…

Ni family.

Ni Yan is busy decorating the new house. The house is almost fully decorated, with white marble paving and brightly painted walls.

High-end and beautiful crystal lamps are installed on the ceiling.

There is also a background wall in the living room designed and painted by Ni Yan himself.

Because he designed it himself, the decoration inside the house is very modern, giving Ni Yan the illusion of returning to later generations.

Ni Yan placed the last pot of green radish on the coffee table. At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps on the spiral staircase.

Ni Yan looked back and saw that it was Xiao Zhou who was here, "Xiao Zhou."

"Yanyan." Xiao Zhou said as he walked this way: "Which decoration company did you hire to decorate your house? This decoration looks so good!"

The simplicity reveals a touch of simplicity, which is particularly beautiful.

Ni Yan smiled and said: "The uncles in the village helped decorate it."

Xiao Zhou continued: "I will contact them next time when I decorate my home."

Ni Yan said: "Okay, let me introduce it to you."

"The paintings on the wall are also beautiful! Did you ask a painter to paint this?"

The background wall is painted with the scene of Chang'e flying to the moon.

Although Chang'e only has a back figure, it is very lifelike, giving people the impression that Chang'e is about to fly out of the wall.

It can be seen that the painter has solid painting skills.

"I drew this myself." Ni Yan replied.

"Really?" Xiao Zhou was a little surprised.

Ni Yan smiled lightly, "Of course it's true."

"Yanyan, you are so powerful!" Although he has long known that Ni Yan is very powerful, Xiao Zhou couldn't help but be surprised every time.

Ni Yan said modestly: "Just so so."

"That's right!" Xiao Zhou then remembered the business and continued, "Zheng Wenjing has already asked someone to send the money over."

After saying that, Xiao Zhou took out three piles of banknotes from his gift bag.

"So fast." Ni Yan was a little surprised.

As expected, this wealthy family was not short of money. It was just a phone call and Zheng Wenjing had someone send the money over.

"Click it." Xiao Zhou pushed the money in front of Ni Yan.

Ni Yan divided the three piles of money into two parts and pushed one part in front of Xiao Zhou.

Xiao Zhou said in surprise: "What are you doing?"

Ni Yan smiled and said: "We will pay 50/50 of the money."

"No reward for no merit!" Xiao Zhou refused: "I can't accept this money."

Ni Yan smiled and said: "Who said you are not rewarded for your merits? If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be able to make this money at all. I also earned fifty-fifty points."

It was not convenient for Ni Yan to come forward in person. If it weren't for Xiao Zhou, it would be really difficult to collect the money.

Ni Yan has never been a stingy person, and he also understands the principle of exchanging people's hearts for people's hearts.

"I really can't accept it."

Mo Qishen and Ni Yan seemed to have no regard for money, and both were very generous.

Sure enough, I agreed to the saying that one family does not enter the same house.

"Keep it," Ni Yan said, "otherwise I won't be able to ask you for help next time."

Only then did Xiao Zhou accept it.

Ni Yan took out an envelope and handed it to Xiao Zhou, and then said: "Please help me send this to Zheng Wenjing, in the name of Mr. Mo."

"Okay, keep it with me." Xiao Zhou nodded and reached out to take the envelope, "Yanyan, aren't you afraid that I will peek?"

This envelope is not wrapped, so it is very easy to peek.

Ni Yan continued: "If I was afraid that you would peek, I wouldn't give the thing to you."

This feeling of being trusted is very good!

"Yanyan, thank you!" Yuluo Xiaozhou continued, "By the way, the wedding time of Li Xianxian and Mo Baichuan has been determined."