"..." Su Qiao's mouth twitched.
She is really short of money now.
In the first two dimensions, Qin Mohan's assets were enough to become the richest man in the world.
And Duanmu Han, the king of a country, will be short of money?
Unexpectedly, in this world, her entire net worth is only five to six thousand yuan, which is the result of frugality.
[Xiaosi, how are you doing with your stock research?]
She is a student now, and there is really no legitimate way to make money through other means.
[Host, didn't I tell you? The stocks we bought yesterday have already risen sharply.]
As an advanced intelligent system, 444 still has the ability to predict several stocks.
In fact, the level of network in this world is just a piece of cake for it.
It originally wanted to go directly to the bank to transfer money, but the host refused to let it go, so it had to give up the idea.
"Oh, we can't make much money even if there is a big increase. We can still sell medicines and treat difficult and complicated diseases to make money quickly."
Su Qiao recalled the scene in the first dimension when you could easily make hundreds or tens of millions by performing an operation on someone, and you could make tens or tens of millions by selling two bottles of pills.
Unfortunately, she is only a student now.
Let alone surgery, even if you sell pills, people may not believe you.
He might be arrested as a liar.
[Ahem, host, we have made 20 million so far.]
"Huh? What's going on?"
She remembered that she only had a measly five thousand dollars on her bank card.
Could it be that she missed a few zeros?
[Host, you said you can't transfer money directly from the bank, but you didn't say you can't transfer money from your mother's card!]
444's voice was a little soft, and he was obviously feeling guilty.
[I thought, that woman buys high-end cosmetics, brand-name bags and clothes, and takes high-end beauty supplements every day, but only gives you two thousand yuan a month for living expenses. She is really stupid, so I deducted ten million from her account.]
You must know that Su Qiao went to an aristocratic school. Two thousand yuan was just enough for her to have lunch, and it was the lowest level.
Su Qiao's eyes flickered, but he didn't blame it. "Wipe your tail clean."
444 breathed a sigh of relief, immediately patted his chest and said confidently:
[Aren't you still confident about my skills? Even if the most powerful hackers come, they can't find us.]
"That's good."
This money belongs to Liu Yan anyway, so you can use it as capital first.
*
Next to the hotel is the bustling pedestrian street.
Su Qiao originally planned to go to a nearby store to buy a set of clothes and a pair of shoes, but unexpectedly a big hand suddenly reached out from behind and grabbed her arm.
"What the hell are you wearing? Those who didn't know better would have thought that our Huo Family is going bankrupt."
Huo Hanfeng has been staring at Su Qiao for a long time. Seeing that she kept lowering her head and thinking about something, ignoring the contempt in the eyes of the girls passing by, she really couldn't help it.
"..." Su Qiao was confused.
What's the meaning?
"You're so stupid. Come with me."
I couldn't even understand the words. I was really defeated by her.
Huo Hanfeng twitched the corner of his mouth helplessly and pulled her in another direction.
"What are you doing?" This boy was so strange. He suddenly jumped out of nowhere and pulled her away.
"Correct your aesthetics."
Huo Hanfeng didn't even look back.
"Really, a girl doesn't even have the most basic sense of aesthetics."
She is obviously not very fat, but she dresses like a middle-aged aunt who sweeps the floor every day.
I don't know what happened, but now Huo Hanfeng feels very unhappy when she hears Liu Song and they call her Fatty, fat woman.
Just like just now, when he saw several girls passing by her covering their mouths and laughing, he became particularly irritable.
He Huo Family people can also laugh at them?
I simply don't know what to say.
"..." Su Qiao was speechless.
Who has no sense of aesthetics?