A life of financial freedom

Click~

Zhong Tingyue opened the door and raised her eyebrows: "Nana."

Yes, the person who came was Yang Meina, holding an umbrella, but it was obvious that her clothes were still wet and her hair was wet.

Zhong Tingyue welcomed her childhood friend into the house and wiped the rain off her body with a towel: "Why are you here in such heavy rain?"

"The typhoon is coming, I'm scared." Yang Meina shook her hair, "You have to take me in."

"Where is Wang Wenhao?"

"Overtime." Yang Meina cried, "Their company software is being updated recently, and they can't leave the company for a moment."

Zhong Tingyue changed Yang Meina's clothes, and the latter walked out of the room and saw Chu Fang and Zhong Rou arguing.

Chu Fang: "You owe me a hundred."

Zhong Rou: "I haven't agreed yet!"

Yang Meina asked in confusion: "What are they doing?"

Zhong Tingyue replied calmly: "Playing."

Yang Meina's eyes moved to the hot pot on the table, and she suddenly became happy: "I didn't prepare anything at home, and you are eating hot pot. What kind of fairy life are you living?"

After dinner, the wind outside became stronger, even cutting the trees in half. With a click, the lights in the room went out.

Chu Fang: "Damn, the power went out."

Zhong Rou: "Oh~~~"

Yang Meina: "Damn it!"

Zhong Tingyue took out the lighting equipment she had prepared, and the light dispelled the darkness.

Because of the typhoon, they were afraid of hurting people, so they didn't sleep in separate rooms, but made a bed on the floor in the living room.

When the typhoon came, the power was gone, the communication equipment lost its function, and they couldn't get online, so they lay down to sleep early.

"Oh, brother-in-law, I can't sleep." Zhong Rou lay down, one leg bent, one foot placed on the knee, and crossed her legs.

Chu Fang: "I'm not a dream god, what's the point of you telling me?"

"Brother-in-law, do a somersault and have fun for me, maybe you will fall asleep."

Chu Fang: "..."

You really don't treat your brother-in-law as a human being.

Zhong Rou sat up suddenly: "How about this, I'll tell you a story."

"It's said that on a stormy night, a man came home in the rain..."

Zhong Rou's voice echoed in the room, and the other three people listened carefully. Suddenly, there was a "click" and thunder sounded.

Yang Meina was frightened and quickly got into the quilt, shaking: "Zhong Rou, stop talking."

Zhong Rou saw Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue with calm faces: "Aren't you two afraid?"

Zhong Tingyue shook her head, and Zhong Rou looked at Chu Fang, who had a serious and earnest face. After a closer look, she saw two headphones hanging on his ears. She listened and found that there was a song playing in it, which was "The Internationale".

No wonder he was not afraid, but rather excited. It turned out that he listened to such a song.

Zhong Rou poked Yang Meina's quilt: "Sister Nana, let's discuss something."

"What?" Yang Meina stuck her head out.

"Give me a hundred yuan, and I won't tell that ghost story anymore."

Yang Meina agreed immediately: "Deal!"

After earning a hundred yuan, Zhong Rou stopped telling ghost stories. She originally wanted to get some money from Chu Fang's pocket, but Chu Fang was as shrewd as a ghost. It was a pity that she couldn't get any money.

The night was getting late, and the four of them went to bed, accompanied by a violent storm.

Crack!!!

Suddenly, a thunderclap sounded, shaking the sky and the earth.

Zhong Rou was awakened, walked to the window, and pointed at the night sky: "What are you yelling about, thief God? I gave you a chance, didn't I? If you have the guts, come down and fight me, I'll let you know why flowers are red!"

Chu Fang: "..."

Zhong Tingyue: "..."

Yang Meina: "..."

... ...

The typhoon passed, and the whole Magic City was caught in strong winds, heavy rains, and thunder and lightning.

In a shed at the construction site of Magic City, all the workers from other places lived there, one of whom was Chu Fang's father-in-law, Zhong Ping.

Zhong Ping looked outside, recalled the experience of these days, and couldn't help saying: "Damn it, the feng shui of this Magic City is not good!"

He had just arrived in Magic City, and the temperature was more than 40 degrees. Even if he worked at night, it was hot enough for him, and he almost got heatstroke.

Not long after, the typhoon landed again, descending on the Magic City with great force, destroying all the buildings. Their shed was a temporary one, and was blown by the strong wind.

Zhong Ping slowly retracted his gaze and sighed: "Oh, why did I go to play cards and lose the corn money? Now I have no home to return to and can only wander in other places."

He regretted it so much.

Now there is food and drink at home, and clothes and food are provided.

What is here? Nothing!

At this moment, the workers in the shed were eating dinner, and a worker said: "Zhong Ping, why are you standing there, hurry up and eat, let'sHe has a big appetite, so he will have nothing to eat after he finishes eating. "

Zhong Ping looked up at his co-worker Huang Yongxiang, who was a few years younger than him, and said, "What are you looking at? Why are you smiling so happily?"

Huang Yongxiang showed him his mobile phone and then said, "My daughter's college entrance examination results are out. At least she can go to a 211 school."

After hearing this, many co-workers were delighted:

"Old Huang, your family's ancestors are smoking. Your daughter has a promising future."

"I know, 211 is a good school. You won't have to worry about finding a job after you graduate."

"..."

Zhong Ping said, "I say you are uneducated, but you still argue. 211 is not a school."

"What is that?" the co-worker asked.

Zhong Ping said, "211 is a general term for good schools."

He had heard his eldest daughter explain that schools like 985 and 211 are good schools.

"That's not a good school."

"That's right. "Another worker nodded and said, "Zhong Ping, you are just like us, you don't know anything."

Zhong Ping puffed out his chest: "How could I not know? My eldest daughter graduated from a 985 school, she is very capable."

"Tsk~~~" the worker said disdainfully, "How capable is she?"

Zhong Ping said: "My eldest daughter opened a studio in Shanghai, managing many employees. My son-in-law is even more capable, I heard that he pays tens of millions of yuan in salary every month."

"I don't believe it."

"I don't believe it either, your daughter and son-in-law are so capable, how come you are working on the construction site like us?"

"That's right."

Seeing that many workers thought he was bragging, Zhong Ping opened his mouth and finally fell silent.

Although these workers didn't believe him, the result was right, and now he is indeed working on the construction site.

Huang Yongxiang comforted him: "Don't take it to heart, they have no ill intentions."

Zhong Ping nodded: "I know. ”

The coworker had no bad intentions, he was just simply refuting his point of view.

“Oh, by the way, why haven’t I heard you talk to your family on the phone? Is there something wrong?” Huang Yongxiang asked.

“Well, hey, ah...” Zhong Ping said several words in a row, and finally turned into a sigh, “Oh, it’s hard to say.”

It was like the end of the world outside. Zhong Ping was lying in the shed, fiddling with his mobile phone, which showed Chu Fang’s phone number: “Do you want to call Xiao Fang? They must be worried to death. Otherwise, forget it. Xiao Fang is not my son-in-law yet, I don’t need to trouble him for everything.”

“How about calling my daughter? Forget it. If my daughter knows, Mr. Gao will know too. How can I save my face?”

Zhong Ping was struggling whether to call his daughter and son-in-law in Shanghai.