Chapter 385: That's called a loser!

It's been a whole morning, and they haven't seen Aunt Yiyun going to do anything. The most important thing is that they didn't meet any acquaintances today!

"Well, maybe something happened yesterday, but I forgot to do it today."

An Jiuyue glanced at Qian Jiyun with a smile, and calmly explained to her son that she couldn't tell the two little guys that Qian Yiyun was scared by her big brother, right?

"You guys go to play, mother talk to Uncle Qian for a while."

"Okay, mother, my brother and I went to see the pink flowers over there, it's beautiful." Qian Yirong slid down from Qian Jiyun's thigh and took his brother's hand.

"Mother, can I pick one back?"

"Can not!"

Without waiting for An Jiuyue to speak, Qian Yizheng, who also left Qian Jiyun's thigh, denied his idea.

"Rong'er, that flower grows well. If it is picked, it will wither and it will not look good. If we don't pick it, we will take a look."

The flowers are so beautiful, why should they be picked?

"But Uncle Wu Yi said that those flowers are very rare." Qian Yirong tilted his head and stammered out a sentence.

"It's very rare, isn't it more impossible to pick it?"

Qian Yizheng couldn't understand why the rare ones were picked, and the rare flowers were too pitiful, not as good as a lot of wild flowers on the roadside.

"It's just because it's rare."

Qian Yirong tapped her index fingers on each other and said in a low voice.

"Tomorrow we will go to see the lanterns. I can set up a stall and sell flowers. Rare flowers are not very expensive."

Qianjiyun: "..."

An Jiuyue: "???"

Rong'er, you are really awesome. At such a young age, you actually think about reselling things.

Qian Yizheng: "!!!"

This is his brother, his own brother.

He told himself that he had to endure that he couldn't move his hand, and he couldn't fight!

"Qian Yirong, the real business to make money is to buy other people's things at a low price, and then sell them to another person at a high price, not like you, do you know what it is called? "

He took a deep breath, but still couldn't resist the urge to educate his younger brother.

"what is it call?"

Qian Yirong still tilted her small head and asked.

"That's called a prodigal!" Qian Yizheng said solemnly.

Qian Yirong: "..."

Although he is still young, he still knows what the three words prodigal son mean.

"I'm not a prodigal. I will earn a lot of money in the future, a lot! Humph, brother, you say I'm a prodigal. I won't give you a single penny in the future, but my mother!"

he said angrily.

My brother is so bad that he actually said he is a prodigal, but he is not.

His brain is very bright, and he will definitely make a lot of money in the future~www.readwn.com~ so much that he can't store it at home!

"I'm your eldest brother, can I still point to your silver flower? Can't I earn it myself?" Qian Yizheng didn't show weakness, and reminded his younger brother angrily.

Is he the one who can't make money, only spends?

If this is the case, then he might as well find a piece of tofu and hit him to death, it's too embarrassing!

"You won't earn, you won't earn!" Qian Yirong said, stamping her feet.

"who said it?"

Qian Yizheng is not convinced, why can't he make money?

"I said!"

Qian Yirong blocked his brother's words with one sentence.

Anyway, he felt that the eldest brother was definitely not going to make money in the future. What happened? Is there anything you can't do?