God-level veteran driver Wanjie system

Fifty thousand is really not much for the Song family.

After Mr. Song gave an order, the housekeeper directly packed the cash for Su Chen.

Su Chen clicked twice to confirm that there was no shortage of cards, and then happily put them in his pocket.

Seeing Su Chen counting the money, the members of the Song family felt complicated.

These days, can masters with such skills earn less than 5 yuan?
Hey, it seems that the world outside is still difficult, it's just that our Song family's high bed warm pillow doesn't know it.

Su Chen went out with the butler, not aware of what he did just now, which lowered the Song family's impression of the entire master world.

The masters outside didn't even know that their face was lost by Su Chen for no reason.

If they knew this, these arrogant old guys would probably wake up Su Chen with a broom and tell him that skills are priceless.

Su Chen didn't think about this at all at the moment, he was carrying fifty thousand in his pocket, and he was very happy.

This can't be blamed on Su Chen's low vision. He opened Didi for three months after the college entrance examination and only made a total of 2 yuan.The last time Zhu Bajie rewarded him with gold bricks, the police took them as stolen goods because of the robbery.

Later, the police called and asked Su Chen to take back the gold brick with a certificate, but Su Chen didn't have any serious proof of origin for that gold brick. Could it be that he told the police that it was a gift from Zhu Bajie?

There is no way, Su Chen can only let the gold bricks worth millions be left in the police station to seal the dust...

After several tortures like this, Su Chen finally got a real 5 yuan, and it would be a lie to say that she was unhappy.

Feeling the heavy [-] ocean in his pocket, Su Chen walked like a king.

But money is not safe with him, so Su Chen finds an ATM machine on the side of the road to deposit money.

Just at this moment, Song Ximeng's phone call came in.

"Brother, sister Meng found a house to move to, a two-bedroom, one-living room elevator garden building, and there is a beautiful woman who shares the rent with me, but the rent..."

The first half of Song Ximeng's voice was very excited. He was obviously very satisfied with the house and his old friend, but when it came to the rent, he felt melancholy again.

“不过这房子租金6000啊，我合租付一半也得3000，押2付1就是9000块钱……”

Song Ximeng had a conflict with Kuang Long in the bar before, and now this matter has spread in the bar street, no one dares to invite Song Ximeng.

After all, the goal of hiring singers or DJs in bars is to make money, not to ruin the store. Singers who can't handle customer relations well, no matter how good their singing is, they dare not use them.

Without the road to bars, Song Ximeng once tried to find a job as a music teacher.

It's a pity that Song Ximeng lacks academic qualifications. Without those key certificates, her parents and school will not recognize her. No matter how good Song Ximeng's sense of music is, it is useless, so Song Ximeng is still unemployed until now.

Thinking that this state of unemployment may last for a long time, Song Ximeng's excitement of finding a good house has disappeared by half. No matter how good the house is, what's the use if you can't afford to rent it?

Su Chen could hear Song Ximeng's melancholy on the other end of the phone. He didn't go to talk to him, but was still operating on the ATM machine.

Song Ximeng on the other end of the phone was still feeling melancholy when she suddenly heard a "ding" text message.

"Hello, valued user, your bank account number ending in 8800 has received 10000 yuan, please check it in time."

"what?!"

Song Ximeng was overjoyed, and quickly switched to the text message page to check, and sure enough, 1 yuan had arrived.

"Oh my god, who sent me money!" Song Ximeng's excited words came from the other end of the phone.

Su Chen smiled: "Who else?"

"Wow, Su Chen, have you gotten rich?"

Song Ximeng understood what Su Chen meant, and jumped up excitedly on the phone.

She patted her chest and promised: "Brother, the kindness of a drop of water will be repaid by the spring, and your 1 yuan will not be wasted. Let me tell you, the roommate I share with me is an absolute beauty. Come and see it when you have time." One glance, if you like it, I'll help you get her!"

Hearing Song Ximeng's usual nonsense, Su Chen could only laugh and ignore it.But Su Chen really felt Song Ximeng's happiness.

These days, being rich is really comfortable.

……

On the other side, the campus.

Su Chen's successive defeats of the cooking club and the samurai club on Zhaoxin Street have been publicized, and the students on the school road will discuss it from time to time.

The image of a strong freshman on campus was established in this way.

"Su Chen, the number one on the Freshman Billboard?"

At a certain entrance of the school road, a yellow Lamborghini was conspicuously parked in the parking lot. A man and a woman stepped out of the car. They were Su Chen's ex-girlfriend Sun Xiangxiang and her new boyfriend Zhao Zhu.

When Zhao Zhu got out of the car, he heard a few students next to him discussing Su Chen's name, and he clenched his fists with a "swipe".

At Sun Xiangxiang's mother's birthday party that day, Zhao Zhu had a deep memory of Su Chen!

He was knocked down by Su Chen with one punch and one knee. His nasal bone was still red and swollen.

"Su Chen?"

Sun Xiangxiang also heard people on the school road discussing Su Chen.

She vaguely heard a few key words. Although she didn't know the ins and outs of the matter, she also knew that Su Chen had done some remarkable things on the first day of school.

"How is it possible, just that guy Su Chen!"

Sun Xiangxiang's eyes were a little dazed.

At her mother's birthday party last time, Sun Xiangxiang couldn't quite understand her ex-boyfriend anymore.At that time, Su Chen's ability to knock down Zhao Zhu had overturned Sun Xiangxiang's perception of Su Chen. Now, on the first day of school, there is even a legend of Su Chen on campus?

Could it be that her ex-boyfriend has always been hiding something?
Seeing Sun Xiangxiang's distracted appearance, Zhao Zhu became even more angry in his heart: "Sun Xiangxiang, what are you thinking?!"

"Ah, no..."

Sun Xiangxiang was taken aback when she heard Zhao Zhu's scolding, and explained: "I'm just in a daze."

"In a daze?" Zhao Zhu sneered, "Don't think I don't know what you're thinking, you want to get back your ex-boyfriend, just go!"

Sun Xiangxiang quickly took Zhao Zhu's hand, squeezed out a smile and said, "Why would I miss him, he is no match for you."

"Humph!"

Zhao Zhu snorted noncommittally, but his displeasure with Su Chen grew stronger in his heart.

He took out his phone and called a younger brother.

"Help me find out about a freshman at Yangcheng University named Su Chen. I want to know his dormitory, class, and information about the teacher in charge of his class."

Sun Xiangxiang was listening and asked, "Zhao Zhu, are you going to deal with Su Chen?"

"Why, are you still heartbroken?"

Zhao Zhu hung up the phone and glanced at Sun Xiangxiang sharply.

He didn't allow his woman to miss her ex-boyfriend!
Sun Xiangxiang quickly shook her head to show her loyalty, and she explained aloud, "No, I'm just curious about what you want to do."

"Curious? Then you'll know right away what I'm going to do."

Zhao Zhu sneered.

Zhao Zhu was knocked down by Su Chen before, but he never admitted in his heart that Su Chen was better than him, it was nothing more than a sudden sneak attack.Even if he takes a step back, Zhao Zhu's skill is really not as good as Su Chen's, but in this modern society, the winner cannot be determined by fighting alone, and soft power is also important.

Soft power refers to identity background, personal connections, and financial resources.

"My father has friendship with several director teachers of Yangcheng University, so what kind of contacts can Su Chen have with a hanging silk? I want to deal with Su Chen in school, it is too simple!"

Zhao Zhu has a plan in mind.