"Then if I really make money..."
"You brat, do you think our family is quite poor? Don't you want to hear that? Your dad and I are used to saving, but our family still has some financial resources. Let me tell you, your current mission... "
Jiang Qin coughed quickly and interrupted his mother's spellcasting: "Mom, inter-provincial phone calls are actually quite expensive."
"Dududu——"
Hearing the busy signal on his cell phone, Jiang Qin couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.
It's really suspenseful. If he says one more sentence, he will probably provoke his mother to nag him for half an hour. People of his generation have this kind of thinking. They always feel that the wealth in the world has nothing to do with their own dime. No, don't even think about it. If you think about it more, it's just crazy.
This reminded Jiang Qin of the manager Lao Cheng in his previous life. Back then, he resolutely quit his job to start a business overseas. As a result, he lost a lot of money and came back to work after a year.
At that time, he muttered one sentence every day: People can never make money beyond their own knowledge.
My parents are like this. They only dare to look at and sigh at the wealth, but they don't dare to think about it.
In other words, in addition to the difficulty in obtaining the first pot of gold for a self-made person, the level of vision is also an obstacle that is difficult to overcome. You don't even dare to think about it. How can you have the courage to make money?
"Lao Zhou, are you okay tonight?" Jiang Qin called from the dormitory.
Zhou Chao sat up from the bed: "It's okay. Are there any activities at night?"
"Help me distribute some flyers in the dormitory building."
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Jiang Qin reached out and picked up a large package of flyers from under the table. This was made using Pang Hai's first design draft. Although the effect is not better than a fan, it is definitely effective. After all, the cost of using a fan to push the floor is too high. , not suitable for constant use.
Besides, it is already mid-September, and no matter how hot the summer is, it will eventually pass, and there will be no point in blowing the fan by then.
Zhou Chao stretched out his head from the bed and glanced at the leaflets in the bag: "Send out so many leaflets? My hands will break from exhaustion, and you will have to treat me to dinner."
"What do you want to eat?"
"Twenty-one portions of the braised pork chop set for two meals!" Zhou Chao felt embarrassed after saying this, feeling like he was talking too much.
Jiang Qin took out 30 yuan from his wallet and gave it to him: "In addition to the hooves, I will give you another 10 yuan for old duck soup."
Zhou Chao suddenly smiled and said, "Thank you, Brother Jiang."
"Look at your worthless look."
Jiang Qin put his wallet into his pocket as he spoke. He said to himself that you are still worse than Guo Zihang in rank, so he just called him his adoptive father: "Remember to go to the dormitories and make sure you don't miss anything."
"Do not worry."
Zhou Chao was so motivated that he jumped out of bed. Jiang Qin thought he was going to start handing out flyers, but who knew that this guy picked up his cell phone and started making calls, with a hint of crying in his voice.
"Mom, I worked part-time and earned thirty yuan."
"Mom, don't cry. When I grow up, I will be filial to you and my dad."
After hanging up the phone, Zhou Chao opened the address book again, found the last name and dialed it.
"Hey, Grandpa, I have a part-time job and I earn thirty!"
"Huh? Cousin, I said I earned thirty from my part-time job!"
After finishing the phone call with his grandfather, Zhou Chao still looked unfinished. After thinking twice, he made another call, and his voice deliberately became gentler.
"Hey, Xiaoyu, how is college life?"
"I earn thirty from my part-time job. Do you have anything you want? I'll buy it for you."
"Oh, let's go take a shower, okay, then I'll wait for you."
Jiang Qin looked at Zhou Chao's high-spirited back and thought to himself that this guy has so many dramas: "Who is Xiaoyu?"
Zhou Chao put the phone in his pocket: "My high school classmate used to chase me, but I didn't agree because of my studies."
"6."
Jiang Qin gave a thumbs up, thinking that for the sake of helping me distribute leaflets, I won't expose you, you damn licker.
Also go take a shower, haha, I am laughing so hard.
After waiting for Zhou Chao to leave the dormitory with the flyer, Cao Guangyu happened to come out of the toilet. He pulled his crotch and legs. It was obvious that he had just taken medicine. He cursed Jiang Qin when he saw him.
He had been recuperating for ten days after the circumcision, and when he was about to dare to be a big wooden pillar, he suffered another hemorrhage after a video.
"Lao Cao, why haven't I seen you playing on my website in the past two days? Isn't it fun?"
Cao Guangyu sat on the chair and frowned: "Don't mention it. Some time ago, I was applauded online for showing off. I don't know what happened recently. Suddenly, a large number of strangers with IDs came and asked me if I would die if I didn't brag. I was so angry. Me."
Jiang Qin understood. This guy was taught how to be a human being by a real user: "Isn't it possible? Didn't some people say they admire you a few days ago?"
"No more now. Except for Weiwei, there is nothing good online."
After saying this, Cao Guangyu showed a nostalgic look on his face, so he reached out to open the web page, logged into the forum and clicked on the private message page.
Jiang Qin stretched his head out curiously and found five words written in the upper right corner of the private message window - Beautiful Weiwei.
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"Isn't this nickname the virtual ID of the backend robot?"
Jiang Qin thought about it secretly, then quietly walked over and found that this guy had been sending private messages to this virtual "Wei Wei" for three days.
What major are you in, how old are you this year, what kind of boys do you like, and do you have any thoughts of becoming a young lady from a wealthy family?
Lao Cao is also used to being a dog licker, and he can continue chatting on his own when seeing no one on the other side.
"Is this Weiwei?"
Cao Guangyu raised a confident smile: "Yes, she left comments on every post I made before, saying that she admires me and likes me. At first glance, she is a simple and kind-hearted girl."
Jiang Qin felt his scalp was a little numb: "Why are you sending her so many private messages?"
"Let's keep in touch and bond. When the time is right, I will ask her out to meet. I have a hunch that she will definitely look no worse than Hong Yan."
"Heh, bragging is quite conservative, why don't you say she is prettier than Feng Nanshu?" Jiang Qin looked sarcastic.
Cao Guangyu pursed his lips, and after a while he shook his head helplessly: "A girl like that is too science fiction, so beautiful and unreal."
"But if I'm not blind, Miss Weiwei probably didn't even reply to you with a single punctuation mark."
"She's a little shy." Cao Guangyu raised the corner of his mouth.
Jiang Qin felt goosebumps all over his body: "Old Cao, I advise you to give up as soon as possible, don't go too far."
"No, do you remember what I said at the beginning of school? Girls these days are too reserved. You only have a chance by taking the initiative!"
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Jiang Qin had nothing to say and decided not to poke holes in Cao Guangyu's fantasies.
Other people's first crush after going to college is either the senior sister or the junior school girl. Those who like to pick up the slack may even flirt with their classmates.
Cao Guangyu is so awesome, he fell in love with the automatic reply system.
If this is exposed, he will probably never be able to hold his head up in the dormitory again. If Ren Ziqiang accidentally finds out again, then the entire Finance School will know.
Jiang Qin cupped his hands and expressed his admiration. Sure enough, it was a cyber boy talking about cyber love. Everyone is surfing the Internet, but you really want to go online.