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In the morning, I was in a small town in the south. In the afternoon, someone came to a shopping mall in a big city in the north.

Sitting on a strange bench that looks like white clouds for customers to rest, someone is holding a glass of watermelon juice in his hand.

He is two meters tall, has a sharp and resolute face, has a strong body, and is alone, attracting countless boys and girls to look back.

It doesn't matter if a person is strong or tall, and watermelon juice is of course no problem.

The problem is that the combination of the three feels very inconsistent.

A tall, muscular, single man who looks to be in his early to late 30s is holding watermelon juice in his hand in a shopping mall. Do you dare to imagine what that scene looks like?

Someone completely ignored the probing gazes of boys and girls, and a pair of ancient and unwavering eyes were like a tracker, locking on each of the hot-bodied shopping girls from time to time.

As long as you have a good figure, even if you look average, someone will respect the other person's profile and back, and give them enough respect.

"Well, the skirt is so white and thin."

"Yes, the vest is really round."

His unabashed appreciation made countless girls angry, mixed with a bit of joy.

There is no way, I have good looks and a good figure, but I am so confident.

Which girl is not pregnant, and which girl doesn't want attention.

Not to mention, although someone looks to be in his early thirties, his skin and face are really rare to see.

Along with a gust of fragrant wind, another person sat down next to Tilapia.

Beige short skirt, pink one-shoulder half-sleeved vest, paired with a pair of khaki studded high heels.

Under the short skirt, the beautiful legs wrapped in black stockings were tightly stuck together and tilted to one side.

The one-shoulder and half-sleeves are held up in an amazing arc, as if the fabric is a bit thin.

Her small waist is full and her belly button is straight. Even if she sits down, there is still not a trace of fat.

When she noticed the tilapia looking at her, the girl puffed up her chest proudly and blinked her black and white eyes.

"Handsome guy, make friends?" The voice was clear and clear, without any pretense.

Tilapia nodded, and under the girl's expectant gaze, he raised his hand and slapped her on the back of the head.

The crisp sound immediately attracted the attention of countless passers-by.

The girl covered her head, tears streaming down her face, looking pitiful.

"Next time, remember to control your breath and don't be too smart."

Ignoring the expressions of the passers-by eating melons around me, someone reminded me with a dark face.

"oh."

The girl responded aggrievedly, lowered her head and explained: "I just wanted to make a joke, master, don't be angry."

How could there be so many love at first sight, how could there be so many chance encounters, everything was just premeditated.

What a hell of an affair, it's just like a little maid's chance encounter.

With one slap, his true colors are revealed.

Seeing that the person admitted his mistake obediently, Tilapia shrugged and pretended that nothing happened just now.

There are countless people in the maid group coveting themselves, and someone has long been used to it.

Coveting others is a big deal.

Even if he can't even name him, even if he doesn't know that this person is in the maid group, someone still firmly believes that the little maid is his own private property.

"Why are you here, looking for me on purpose?" Tilapia asked casually, raising an eyebrow.

"No." The girl shook her head and pointed downstairs: "I have a clothing store here, just downstairs.

I just heard a customer chatting and mentioned that there is someone upstairs..." Trying to control her smile, the girl's shoulders still trembled: "There is a wretched and weird uncle..." When he saw the person, he looked unkind, spit out his pink tongue, and said something.

Shut up.

Ignoring words like "weird uncle" that did not belong to him, Luo changed the subject and asked: "Do you really have a store in this mall?"

"Yes, if you don't believe me, I will show you around." When talking about the store, the girl suddenly puffed up her chest with pride and said confidently: "Although it can't be compared with Sister Liwen's Shaw Brothers, at least the monthly net profit of my clothing store is

More than 100,000 is enough to support yourself."

...Tilapia.

"Damn it, you're a god, you're so proud of your monthly income of 100,000 yuan." He cursed in his heart. Under the warm invitation of the little girl, someone still followed him downstairs.

Looking at the young girls walking around, Tilapia rubbed his chin, looked around, and quickly found a similar resting place.

"Gan, there are more beauties on the third floor, so we found the wrong floor." She cursed in her mind, and after walking less than thirty meters, the girl finally stopped.

It is said to be a clothing store, but in fact, not only clothes, but also women's bags and high heels are displayed in the glass display windows, a dazzling array.

It is said to be one store, but in fact it is two stores connected.

"With such a large area, such a big shopping mall, such a large flow of people, and a net profit of 100,000 yuan a month, why can't I kill you for being so stupid?" He cursed in his heart. When he saw the saleswoman looking at him secretly, Tilapia responded with a polite but awkward smile.

For some reason, the salespersons looked at me as if they were looking at pretty boys.

Tilapia lowered her voice and asked, "Don't you clerks know your identity as a maid?"

"Yes." The girl nodded, naturally held Tilapia's arm, and said in a low voice: "Although my identity as a slave is not a secret, there is no need to publicize it everywhere.

Otherwise, if you don’t make money, it won’t be a shame for you.”

"Forehead!"

The girl replied, putting someone to shame.

I really want to tell her, "Even if you pay for your death, it has nothing to do with me. Don't think about the things that are there or not."

I also considered the maid group's face when meeting people, and in the end I was too embarrassed to bury the person.

"Store manager."

"Store manager."

After greeting the salesperson with a smile, the little maid pulled Tilapia through the checkout counter and opened the door at the back.

"The warehouse is on the right, and the slaves' rest room is on the left." The girl pointed to the opposite side and opened the door on the left.

The door opened, and what came into view was a room of about twenty square meters.

There is a sofa and coffee table in the room, a single bed in the corner, and a desk with a computer on the table.

The computer screen is on, and several photo frames are separated, which correspond to the several cameras in the store.

"This slave usually rests. Master, you can sit wherever you like."

While talking, the girl picked up the teapot and hurried to the water dispenser to get water.

Tilapia shook the iced watermelon juice in her hand, and wanted to say that you were superfluous.

Seeing people enthusiastic, in the end they just curl their lips.

Looking at the small office, and then comparing it to Shao Liwen's office, I just want to say, "Same person, different fate."

The same maid earns at least several to tens of billions in monthly turnover.

Look at you again, you are so happy with a net profit of 100,000 yuan a month, but you are really hopeless."

Leaning on the sofa, he picked up the large tablet on the table and saw a password lock. Someone out of curiosity unlocked the lock.

The screen that pops up the moment you unlock it immediately attracts someone's attention.

A large tablet is very ordinary, but there is a certain software on the desktop that someone is very familiar with.

Although it's not the same software, the same software was someone's favorite.

After returning from fetching water, the girl looked a little embarrassed when she saw Tilapia opening the software on the tablet.

"Slave...Slave...Slave just wants to learn how to serve you. I don't really like it..."

"Explanation is just a cover-up, I understand." Tilapia nodded solemnly, and skillfully clicked on his attention.

Looking at the more than 20 attentions that were broadcast at the same time, I clicked on one at random.

It’s free for 30 seconds, and the paid mode will start after 30 seconds.

When I saw the reminder, I clicked to exit, and then I checked my account balance.

With a balance of hundreds of thousands of diamonds, someone looked at the little maid with an increasingly playful look.

"A hundred thousand diamonds, tsk, more than ten thousand yuan, you are willing to give it up."

"No way." The secret was discovered, and the girl simply broke the jar, the embarrassment disappeared from her face, and she shrugged with a wry smile.

"I want to make progress so much, but I can't do it if I don't work hard.

If you want to study, pay the tuition first."

...Tilapia.

"It makes so much sense, I'm speechless."

Ten diamonds per minute, a live broadcast, it can be as short as dozens of minutes or as long as several hours, someone knows it so well.

Throwing down the big tablet, someone patted the little maid on the shoulder, like a good and responsible teacher, and said sincerely: "Look carefully, study hard, and I will check your learning progress when I get the chance."
Chapter completed!