Pick up the money.
Su Ziwang squeezed his way through the crowd.
He left the school gate.
He arrived at Qing River next to the school and pulled out his mobile phone.
"Hello, who is it?" a loafer's voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Is this Brother Dong? I'm Su Ziwang, the one who treated you to several nights at the Successful Internet Café last month." Su Ziwang carefully said, though he claimed to have treated them, in fact, he was coerced into giving them money.
The other party solemnly promised afterward.
Whoever dares to provoke him in the future.
He would be there to settle it for him.
Upon hearing this, Su Ziwang thought it might not be that bad having a friend from society.
Therefore, he invited them for a few more days.
Although he originally had a computer at home, he broke it from overuse, and his family, prioritizing his upcoming senior year and focusing on his studies, did not buy a new one. So, he had fewer and fewer opportunities to go there.
