After rebirth, I rejected the rich yandere lady

Chapter 10: Chapter 10: If you don't confess, it will affect my income.

"What? You can make money by playing games?"

"For real? Just by sharing it with others, you can get a hundred bucks?"

"Give it a try, it's just a matter of moving your fingers anyway..."

The crowd buzzed with various comments, but where there was profit, there would definitely be people willing to give it a shot.

He Qiang was confused and secretly pulled on Xu Musen's sleeve, "Dude, what the hell are you up to? You haven't started making money, yet you're just throwing it out?"

Xu Musen gave him a reassuring look.

This trick was none other than the famous Pinduoduo red packet strategy of the previous life.

A third-rate e-commerce platform had, with such a scheme, worked its way up to the top of the market, surpassing the two giants Alibaba and .

It could be said that this model completely grasped the real-life standards and psychology of the people in the country.

In this era, everyone's salary was around two or three thousand, and a hundred bucks equaled a whole day's wages, so the temptation was not small.

Moreover, for each new user Xu Musen attracted, he could shear two yuan from the platform. By this calculation, he was still making a profit without loss.

Though it was called gaming, what Xu Musen did was entirely sales work.

This guy's mouth, besides being good at freeloading, rarely took a loss!

Some people might not care about small gifts, but the temptation of real money immediately attracted many middle-aged people who didn't play games to join in.

Watching the numbers skyrocket on the backend of the phone, Xu Musen was nearly overjoyed.

No wonder those live-streaming sales hosts from the past generation always called their viewers "family" so intimately.

Weren't these pure leeks?

Another hour passed.

The small gifts had all been handed out, and it was time to wrap things up.

Xu Musen checked the backend earnings and saw that today alone, there were five to six hundred new users, and the number was still growing.

In other words, he had made one to two thousand just from shearing wool today.

For a student, this was a significant sum.

But for Xu Musen, this was just like eating peanuts before a full Manchu-Han banquet.

"You're still laughing? You must have given away all your pocket money today," He Qiang said as he watched Xu Musen grinning non-stop.

Xu Musen, looking at his good buddy who had been busy with him all day, patted his shoulder.

He shared his ideas with him and even showed him the backend data.

He Qiang took a good while to come around, then suddenly reached out and pulled on Xu Musen's nose, ears, and even his arms.

"What are you doing?" Xu Musen was ticked off by his slightly too friendly gestures.

"Damn... are you really the Xu Musen I know? How come I feel like you've been swapped with an alien?"

He Qiang was a bit incredulous; aside from Yao Mingyue, his buddy had nothing else on his mind in the past.

How come ever since his failed confession, he seemed to have completely changed into a different person?

Xu Musen let out a long sigh—actually, He Qiang wasn't wrong, he was indeed no longer the same Xu Musen as before.

The current Xu Musen was a brand new version!

"Don't worry, no matter how I change, I'm still your bro."

Xu Musen patted He Qiang's shoulder and sighed, "When you face difficulties, those who can lend you a hand are your real brothers."

"Then what about the ones who can lend you a few hands?" He Qiang was also somewhat moved.

"That would be the wife."

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As the two men stood shoulder to shoulder, contemplating life,

He Qiang couldn't shake off a chill down his spine, as if a tigress was staring him down.

He shivered.

"Do you want to buy a flower?"

Just then, a clear and pleasant voice came from behind them.

Both turned around to look.

In front of them stood a girl about seventeen or eighteen years old, dressed in a white long dress, with long, ink-black hair casually draped, partially covering her face, making it difficult to see her features clearly.

But through the strands of hair, one could see her fair complexion and her beautiful peach blossom eyes.

She seemed a bit nearsighted, imbuing her with a transparent innocence.

She held a bouquet of roses and extended one towards them.

Only then did Xu Musen realize that she was sitting in a wheelchair.

The summer breeze gently caressed her and revealed her pale, slender ankles.

"Are you talking to us?"

He Qiang looked at the rose in her hand—an emblem of love—somewhat taken aback.

"Hmm, aren't you two flirting? I've seen people like you..."

The girl's gaze lingered on their interlocked shoulders, her bright eyes carrying a sense of obviousness.

Her accent seemed to carry a bit of a Sichuan twang.

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Xu Musen and He Qiang exchanged a glance, having just been too excited, their actions were indeed pretty "gay".

"..."

Fuck!

The two immediately distanced themselves from each other with mutual disdain.

"He Qiang, I'm saying you've gotten so dark, how can you still be mistaken for gay?"

"You're one to talk, Xu Musen? Isn't it because you're all soft-skinned without a hint of masculine charm?"

They tossed the blame back and forth.

But they didn't notice that when the girl heard the name Xu Musen, her eyes seemed to light up.

Then, squinting, she peered at Xu Musen through the strands of hair in front of her face.

Pushing her wheelchair, she suddenly moved forward a step, almost brushing against Xu Musen, even the faint scent of her body became noticeable.

She looked up, as if she could finally see Xu Musen's face clearly, "It's you..."

Xu Musen and He Qiang were taken aback again.

"You know me?"

Xu Musen didn't seem to have any recollection of her.

However, now that he was closer, Xu Musen could also see clearly that the packaging of the roses she was holding in her arms...

Wasn't this the wrapping paper from his mother's flower shop?

No, wait!

This was exactly the flowers he had thrown away the other day!

"The flowers in your hand..."

"I picked them up!"

The girl's voice suddenly became wary, as if she feared Xu Musen would take them, and she immediately hugged the flowers closer to her chest.

"I know you picked them up, but I was the one who threw them away."

"You threw them away, I picked them up, so now the flowers are mine."

The girl said earnestly, seemingly more serious than when discussing issues of national territorial sovereignty.

"Anyway, you throw them away every week..."

She mumbled to herself.

Xu Musen raised an eyebrow; by the sound of it, had she been picking up the flowers he threw away every week?

Xu Musen felt this girl's thought process was quite unique, and he took another look at the girl in front of him.

Her long, smooth hair covered most of her face, her peach blossom eyes seemed to have a moist filter, her skin was fair and delicate, and her nose was small and exquisite.

The dress she wore looked very plain, and the wheelchair she was using was a bit old.

From her movements just now, it looked like she was out selling flowers.

Perhaps she was someone from a not-so-well-off family.

While peers were out shopping and playing games.

One was out selling flowers, the other setting up a street stall.

Xu Musen smiled, feeling a sense of camaraderie with another person fallen on hard times.

Seeing her defensive movements, Xu Musen spoke with a smile, "I won't take your flowers, just wanted to tell you that you won't be finding any more flowers to pick up."

"Why?"

The girl blinked her moist eyes.

"Because it's no longer necessary, I won't be confessing to her again."

Xu Musen shook his head; he definitely didn't want to get close to that petite sickly girl again.

"Oh... that's a pity..."

The girl murmured to herself.

"There's nothing to regret, everyone chooses their own path in life, sometimes letting go is the release," Xu Musen reflexively contemplated aloud on life.

But the girl just looked up and blinked a pair of bright peach blossom eyes, "I feel regretful because I won't have any flowers to pick up anymore."

Xu Musen: "..."

People's joys do not coincide; all I can think is, damn!

"So... what now?"

The girl seemed to be unperceptive of the sarcasm.

She lifted her head, and those clear, pure eyes gazed at Xu Musen, and she earnestly said, "So if you don't confess, it will affect my income."

At that moment, a breeze blew past.

It tousled the girl's hair, revealing her whole face in front of Xu Musen.

Her features were delicate, her skin was fair, and though she was a bit thin, it added to her disheveled beauty, her white dress fluttering with the wind.

This was a girl whose beauty was not inferior to Yao Mingyue's.

Her naive charm seemed almost ethereal.

And Xu Musen thought for an instant that his rebirth this time was indeed interesting.

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