Font
Large
Medium
Small
Night
Prev Index    Favorite Next

Chapter 489 Poor people must have something to hate

"Shan Jun, I've lent me ten dollars. I forgot to bring my wallet. I'll go to your class to pay you back later."

In order to show that he had no money, Zhao Changan pulled out his right trouser pocket, which only had a box of Yuyan King and a lighter worth one dollar.

Seeing the cigarette Zhao Changan took out, the faces of several girls and the smiley boss lady changed slightly.

At first, they thought that the big boy in front of them was deliberately trying to make some tricks, wanting to get in touch with Shan Jun by borrowing and repaying each other.

However, a young student who smokes and drinks easily and deliberately reveals the cigarette, showing that he is different from ordinary students and is unique and outstanding, but they immediately have a different look.

"If you want to chat with me in this way, I'm sorry, I don't want to know you."

Shan Jun looked at Zhao Changan coldly and said, lowering his head to continue drinking mutton soup.

"Yuyan King, it's so expensive, it's five dollars a box!"

A few senior students who had long disliked Zhao Changan, were sarcastic at Zhao Changan.

Looking at the bottles of beer on their table, with more than a dozen empty bottles on the ground, and those who were provocating themselves, Zhao Changan knew that if he expressed dissatisfaction with them, he would most likely be a full martial arts move below.

Zhao Changan was speechless when drinking a bowl of mutton soup. He looked at Shan Jun, who was drinking the soup with his tall and fair neck as low as a white swan, was very disappointed.

In fact, there is nothing to be disappointed. Although Zhao Changan recognized Shan Jun’s beautiful face for three years, he never said a word to her in his memory.

Whether she is in her predecessor or present, she has no relationship with herself.

Looking at the embarrassing appearance of the young man in front of him, the boss's wife was not soft-hearted.

Because this student looks very good, she is definitely not a regular visitor, and she also smokes.

More importantly, if I let him leave now, the 7000 yuan is very likely to be flooded, but I will also offend a group of regular customers in the store who have long disliked him.

Zhao Changan took a look at the time. It was around 6:30 pm. It must be a banquet where Yu Yuanming must be, and it is obviously inappropriate to call Lu Shuyi over.

Moreover, this kid's mouth is not very tight, so he will definitely not say anything he shouldn't say.

Zhao Changan took off the old Mingzhu brand watch he was wearing and said to the boss lady with a smile: "I'll put this watch here, and I'll send you money in a while."

This watch was bought by Zhao Changan's father more than ten years ago. At that time, it was more than 100 yuan, which was worth his two-month salary.

Over the past decade, although the metals in many places have had ancient patina, it can still be easily seen that this is a watch worth dozens of dollars.

"How many dollars are needed before meals?"

As the boss said, he went to pick up the watch from Zhao Changan.

"Auntie, don't take it, I'll lend him money."

The thin girl who had not spoken suddenly spoke, preventing the boss lady from taking Zhao Changan's watch, taking out the wallet from her pocket, counting eleven yuan and fifty cents to the boss lady: "And mine."

Shan Jun looked at the girl beside him in surprise, his eyes a little cold.

"Ruan Ya, are you stupid?"

Xu Anqi was anxious and ignored her words and said whatever she wanted.

"The key is, my grandma—"

On the other side of the phone, Wen Ye sighed: "A lot of things, after more than sixty years, do not seem to have nothing to do with me. No matter how bloody and cold it is, I will show you a novel or a movie, but that is my grandmother's close family."
Chapter completed!
Prev Index    Favorite Next