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Chapter 61 I make money with my hands(2/2)

All the elders in the Taoist sect think that this little Song is really a damn talent, he can play tricks on friends, he speaks nicely... He can even speak in such a high-sounding and lovable way!

"That's right, we don't have to use the black card, but it must not fall into the hands of Xiaoxiao! We are all members of the Taoist sect and we are all responsible for supporting the righteous path of China!"

Song Haoran glanced at Taoist Baijie at this time.

Taoist Baijie had already narrowed his eyes at this time, with a seemingly laissez-faire attitude.

Song Haoran understood, and took the opportunity to say: "Seniors, I propose that the Taoist sect should create a team specifically responsible for collecting black cards from now on... But our opponents must be the major extraordinary organizations in the world, so I hope

Those who can be selected for this team are the true elites of each martial arts."

"It's easy to say, if I weren't old and I was good at it, I would have done it! I think so, I have a close disciple who is just right for me. Xiao Song, please guide him well for me!"

"The poor Taoist also has a disciple..."

Tonight's Taoist private meeting will probably be spent finalizing the list... Song Haoran thought to himself.





It's just dark time.

Nan Xiaonan was hiding in an alley, watching the commotion on the Internet with her mobile phone.

To be honest, she also wants the black card.

But compared to what she has to do, the black card is nothing.

As long as she can find the door with the corresponding key, she can even directly become the owner of these ninety-nine black cards... Oh, she is an employee.

For this test, Nan Xiaonan has already risked her life...she doesn't even want her own image.

Why do you say this way?

Let’s take a look at what this academic witch from another world looks like at this time.

He was wearing a very rustic white short-sleeved shirt, jeans, and black water boots. Yes, they were the kind of black waterproof boots worn by fish vendors in wet markets.

Not only that, she was also wearing a black plastic cheap apron and even yellow rubber gloves, sitting on a palm-high stool...washing dishes!

What I was washing were the dishes belonging to a small restaurant in this urban village.

She feels that she can be called Aunt Nan at this time!

After a while, a figure appeared at the entrance of the alley... He looked in, and then walked in. It was Mr. Jin from the second-hand electrical appliance shop.

Mr. Jin seemed a little surprised to meet this girl in this place who even wanted to bargain for a second-hand electric fan.

Standing in front of the large red basin filled with tableware, Mr. Jin frowned, looked at Nan Xiaonan who was squatting on an extremely short stool, and couldn't help but ask: "Why...are you here?"

here?"

"Is it you?" Nan Xiaonan raised her head in surprise, then wiped the sweat from her forehead on the clothes on her shoulders, "Owner of the second-hand store! Why are you here?"

"I'm buying something." Mr. Jin said calmly, and then added: "You haven't answered my question yet."

Nan Xiaonan shrugged and said, "I'm just working, what else can I do? The [No. 1 Mansion] at the end of the street is full of technicians, so I have no choice but to find a job temporarily to pay for the rent and food!"

"..." Mr. Jin was silent for a moment, then slowly said: "Are you really planning to apply for a technician position?"

"What's wrong with the technician!" Nan Xiaonan frowned and said, "Who are you looking down on? I make money with my own hands, and I don't rely on anyone else. You don't care whether I am a dishwasher or a technician! You have to care!"

"That's not what I meant." Mr. Jin shook his head, "Sorry to bother you."

With that said, Mr. Jin slowly retreated from the alley. Nan Xiaonan rolled her eyes and began to wash the dishes in the basin again.

But after a while, Mr. Jin suddenly turned back and said, "It's hot, don't suffer from heat stroke."

Mr. Jin turned back and put down a bottle of mineral water next to Nan Xiaonan.

"Hypocritical." Nan Xiaonan snorted coldly at this time.
Chapter completed!
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