Chapter Eighty-Nine: If There Is a Heist, It Will Surely Be Won!

Well, her family had limited means. On Teachers' Day, other people all fawned over teachers and sent gifts or red envelopes, but she had never done any of that. As a result, she had never won a teacher's favor at school and had basically grown up like a weed, free and untamed, all the way to the second year of high school.

Shi Qingqing snatched dozens of red envelopes in one go. They had all been sent by the parents and children of Starry Nursery School. She did not care who they came from; if she saw a red envelope, she grabbed it.

After grabbing dozens of them, her personal account had gained another seven or eight yuan.

Her mother had also finished making lunch and called her up to eat.

Knowing that she liked sleeping late, she had not woken her that morning.

"Hey, Xiaoqing, why are you always on your phone? Be careful, it is bad for your eyes. What are your plans for Saturday?" Shi Yufen asked.

Shi Qingqing replied, "Isn't today Teachers' Day? I want to go out and buy a little gift for my teacher or something."

"That works. Your mother also needs to go out and look for a job, so let's head out together later."

Shi Qingqing washed up, and after mother and daughter finished breakfast, they went out together.

Shi Qingqing accompanied her mother as she looked for work. Whenever they came across something too physically demanding, Shi Qingqing would wave a hand and say, "Mom, this job is not right for you. Let's look for another one."

When they found a job with a poor environment, she objected too. "Mom, how far is this from home? It would be inconvenient to commute."

Throughout the trip, Shi Qingqing kept her phone in hand, searching everywhere for red envelope groups.

The phone kept chiming nonstop.

There was even a function that automatically filtered red envelopes and ranked them by size, which delighted her to no end.

On average, she could snatch a red envelope almost every minute.

She even joined several high-end rich-people groups, such as a white-collar beauty group. As soon as she entered, all the administrators were women, and those men, in order to curry favor with the ladies, gave out rather substantial red envelopes...

There was also a "couples can go to hell" group, filled entirely with single people chatting away. Whenever the conversation got heated, they would directly send red envelopes to vent their frustration. The amounts were not large, but there were so many people that the total was considerable.

Then there was the retirement community group, where red envelopes were sent more slowly. They were all veteran cadres, but the amounts were quite generous... her absolute favorite.

There were also groups for caring about people with disabilities, secret club groups for pet lovers, nursing groups for Hong Hospital, game-fan groups for King of Glory, offline meet-up groups for Emperor Venerable XX server, and so on.

And so on.

Shi Qingqing never looked at the chat records. She only cared about grabbing red envelopes, striving to make sure that every one sent was snatched, every snatch succeeded, and every success brought in a big one.

Shi Yufen reminded her several times that she was walking without watching the road and only staring at her phone, warning her she might walk into a wall.

Shi Qingqing never learned her lesson, and Shi Yufen eventually let her be.

By the time mother and daughter realized it, they had wandered through the afternoon and into dusk, and the sky was growing dark.

Shi Yufen gave up on bringing Shi Qingqing out to look for work. After all, nothing seemed suitable. She was getting older now, her health was poor, and she could not do much else anyway. Shi Qingqing comforted her, saying that if she could not work, then she should not, because she would support her.

Shi Yufen felt both touched and sorrowful. Her daughter was growing bigger and bigger.

The more she thought about it, the more she felt she had failed her daughter.

How could she have been so blind back then...

Oh.

Shi Yufen sighed. "Qingqing, let's go to the supermarket and buy some vegetables to take home for dinner. Mom will make you something delicious."

Shi Qingqing was tallying up the day's red-envelope haul. She had grabbed more than two hundred red envelopes today, bringing her total to over five hundred.