When Zhang Yi realized that she wanted to give her graduation certificate, Dabao had already run out of the bank and hurriedly chased him out.

But when she came outside the bank, Dabao had already rode his bicycle and ran away, and she could only watch.

But she was also surprised because she realized that the bicycle Dabao was riding was not an ordinary bicycle.

Although this is a women's bicycle, it is indeed a famous brand. It is sold in the shopping mall in Caizhou City, which costs more than 1,000 yuan.

Most people are really reluctant to buy it. If we look at it from this point of view, this child should not be short of money! Or it is not because he is desperate.

Zhang Yi shook her head and didn't think much about it. Anyway, she gave it all, and it's useless to say anything now.

And Dabao is so excited to get one hundred yuan! This is equivalent to having started capital.

As long as he has started money, making money is very simple for him, so he should consider what to do now.

One hundred yuan is not much, but it is also not much. Of course, this is for a child.

Dabao is still a student, so it is of course the best and simplest to do student business, but now it is still more than a month before schooling.

Dabao can't wait that long, the most important thing is that he doesn't want to waste more than a month.

But if he doesn't do a student's business, what can he do? It's hard for Dabao to do, mainly because Dabao is not familiar with this place.

If it was in the imperial capital, Dabao could come up with a lot of business in a minute.

"Popsicle ice cream, young man, come and have a popsicle." Just as Dabao was thinking about being distracted, an aunt's voice rang next to him.

It turned out that before Dabao knew it, he pushed his bicycle to the entrance of a market. An aunt selling popsicles called him.

"I don't eat popsicles, thank you." Dabao said casually.

Wait, the popsicle ice cream, Dabao's eyes lit up, and he quickly took a few steps back and asked, "Auntie, how do you sell popsicle ice cream?"

"Popsicle five points."

"Where is the ice cream?"

"Ice cream two-cropped, which one do you want?"

"I don't want it." Dabao shook his head and pushed the bicycle away.

"I'm sick." The aunt cursed behind her.

Dabao was not angry either. This was originally his own question. He asked him and didn’t buy anything. It was not that he was sick or not.
Chapter completed!