It's great that I can be reborn

Looking at the handsome young man with a crown-like face in the mirror, Zhang Fan shook his head, smoothed his hair with his fingers, and couldn't help sighing.

"I finally changed back to what I used to be, and became a handsome guy who looks better than Pan An."

When he turned to leave, Zhang Fan had never felt as refreshed and full of energy as he was now.

is not that right?

The number in the system has jumped to twenty-five thousand.

what is this?

He was actually wasting his time just now, but he was still able to make money with his eyes closed.

This is what many people dream of!

There is a good saying. "time is money."

Zhang Fan once thought it was a chicken soup essay, but now he thinks it is, and he himself is an example.

Zhang Fan, already a millionaire, came to the living room and saw his father Zhang Youwei sitting on the sofa watching "Focus Interview". He couldn't help asking, "Dad, don't you cook?"

Zhang Fan hasn't eaten since his rebirth, and now his stomach is growling in protest.

Zhang Youwei took a deep look at Zhang Fan. "You've been in the shower long enough."

Zhang Fan smiled embarrassingly. "Soaked in the bathtub for a while."

Zhang Youwei straightened his body immediately, and taught Zhang Fan a serious tone: "I told you many times to save water, did you ignore what my mother and I said?"

Zhang Fan sniffed, and he smelled egg soup.

Turning around, she looked at her mother, Lu Jing, who had just come out of the kitchen, wiped her apron with her hand, and was about to speak.

I couldn't help laughing, and said softly: "Mom, the egg soup you made is still so delicious."

Lu Jing looked into her son's eyes, and she saw liking in his eyes for a long time, not dislike.

That was what she saw through the eyes of her son who was still in elementary school a long time ago.

Later, as Zhang Fan got older, he became rebellious against his strict education, and the mother and son seldom talked after meeting.

Lu Jing knows that this is the so-called generation gap and estrangement, but as a teacher, she has no way to erase its existence.

She knew why, but didn't know how to do it.

But now, the deep ditch between himself and his son seemed to suddenly cease to exist, as if it had never existed before.

Lu Jing wiped her hands on her apron again, and said to Zhang Fan with a smile, "Go and wash your hands and eat! Mom knows you like rice soup, so I specially made egg and tomato soup."

Zhang Youwei also stood up, ready to open a bottle of white wine.

Today he is in a good mood and wants to have a drink.

Zhang Fan's family of three had a simple and warm dinner.

Among the hundreds of thousands of families in Guangming City, this is an insignificant meal.

However, for Zhang Fan's family, it was a very meaningful meal.

Zhang Fan had dinner with his parents after a long absence.

The rainstorm stopped, Jiang Lanqing listened to the quarrel coming from the living room, put on earphones and started to do homework.

Bai Xue sat on the sofa with her mother, glanced at the dining table already filled with food, and then at the closed anti-theft door.

Guangming City is a city with a population of over one million, how many people can't find a warm dinner.

Zhang Fan didn't know all this. After eating, he went back to his room, locked the door behind him, and began to study his system carefully.

Looking at the "Withdraw" button on the translucent screen in front of him, Zhang Fan got up and closed the curtain, then entered the number "10000" and clicked.

A stack of hundred-dollar bills appeared on his bed out of thin air.

Zhang Fan counted, and it was exactly 1 yuan.

Chapter 007 Zhang Fan is a pervert

Zhang Fan held the 1 yuan in his hand. Although it was not heavy, it made him feel inexplicably at ease.

In this era when everything is based on money, this may be the unique charm of money.

It's just that after Zhang Fan roughly counted the stack of money again, he lay on the bed with his head up and stared straight at the money held above his head.

When he looked at it intently for a while, he felt that it was nothing more than that.

It's not that Zhang Fan doesn't like money, he has no interest in money.

It's not that Zhang Fan's eyesight is bad, he can't tell if it's money or paper.

In the end, it was only when he thought that he would not have to do anything in the future, and he would automatically get such stacks of money every day.

Suddenly feel that the future of life is a bit boring.

"Is this the boring and boring life of the rich?" Zhang Fan thought in his heart.

Then shook his head again. "No, rich people still have to beware of being tricked by friends who drink and eat, and worry that they will go bankrupt one day."

And he has no worries about this at all, he has never seen the protagonist in the system novel go bankrupt.

Zhang Fan only needs to spend every day happily, and the money will arrive in his hands quietly.

"This is quite boring." Zhang Fan couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

If making money is a person's lifelong goal, then Zhang Fan feels that he is now at the end.

Being the richest man is too ostentatious, so it's not bad to make a fortune in silence.

No, it's lying down and making a fortune.

Mu Sheng had to hold his breath carefully, but he didn't have to do anything, he just needed to lie comfortably on the bed and he would get money again.

Not to mention, the system is pretty good.

No need to breathe, no need to run.

There is also no lottery, let yourself be happy or sad because of the arrangement of Lady Luck.

Even the system mall is shabby, there are no women's clothing and sports cars, only a health product like oral liquid.

Why do you say like here?

It was because Zhang Fan felt that although Life No. [-] produced by the system was expensive, its curative effect should be genuine.

Rather than those that sell expensive glucose and protein can be compared.

Zhang Fan calculated silently in his heart that he would be able to take a look at this supplement worth 100 million in about twelve days.

After hiding the money under the pillow, Zhang Fan put on his slippers and went to the living room.

Father Zhang Youwei was watching "Evening News" again, and mother Lu Jing was sitting at the dining table with a stack of homework books on it.

After seeing Zhang Fan coming out, he stopped grading his homework, raised his head and asked, "Have you finished your homework?"

"Yeah." Zhang Fan lied without changing his face.

Zhang Youwei glanced at his son, and wanted to say, "Who are you fooling? Today you came back empty-handed, and you didn't even carry your schoolbag. No, you still had a girl's umbrella in your hand."

It's just that I got in touch with my wife's temperament again, coughed and let it go.

Zhang Youwei finally saw that the relationship between his son and his wife eased, and he didn't want to have a counterproductive effect.

"It's only the second year of junior high school, so it's okay if I don't do my homework for a day."

Zhang Youwei has been a civil servant for a long time, and he is very good at using the psychology of procrastination, and by the way, he also brought himself along.

Zhang Fan looked at his parents and asked softly, "Dad, Mom, how will you live when you have money in the future?"

Zhang Youwei gave Zhang Fan a blank look, and said angrily, "Don't think about these things. I wanted to reform the motherland back then."

Zhang Youwei, who just graduated and was admitted as a civil servant, is also an ideal young man who dares to criticize Fang Qiu and give advice.

Instead of sitting in the office like this now, going to work is leaving get off work, trying to dawdle.

Lu Jing thought for a while, then smiled and shook her head at Zhang Fan. "Let's be a teacher! I've been teaching for more than ten years, and I'm used to it."

After a pause, he continued: "If our family is really rich, we must save it, and you will need it when you marry a wife in the future. Girls nowadays must have a car and a house before they are willing to marry, and they will also need a lot of gifts. "

Lu Jing's tone of the last sentence was full of emotion.

She was in free love with Zhang Fan's father back then, and there was no dowry at that time.

You like me, I like you.

Then both parents have a few meals together and things are settled.

Zhang Youwei's dowry was a gold-plated ring and a pair of silver earrings, and Lu Jing's dowry was nine cotton quilts.

Go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get a certificate, treat relatives, friends and neighbors to a drink, and the marriage will be considered a marriage.

Then there are these bells and whistles now.

There was a male teacher at Lu Jing School who had a falling out with his girlfriend because of the house and the bride price. The mother-in-law was so angry that she dragged her daughter into an abortion.

"It's a good one, and now I don't have classes, and I spend all day drinking in the teacher's dormitory."

It was precisely because of this incident that Lu Jing felt so emotional. She didn't want her son to be like this in the future.

After Zhang Fan heard his mother's words, he smiled awkwardly. "Mom, I'm only in the second year of junior high school, and you're thinking about this."

Zhang Youwei looked at Zhang Fan's smile, glared at him, and raised his voice. "Do you still know that you are only in the second year of junior high school? Don't think about what you have for a day, study hard, and get into a good high school is the last word."

"Yes, I promise to be admitted to a good high school." Zhang Fan pretended to stand at attention, and gave a military salute to Zhang Youwei.

Seeing her son's mischief, Lu Jing patted Zhang Fan's butt, and said angrily, "You're so old, and you're still as naughty as you were when you were a child. Go to bed quickly, and you have class tomorrow."

"Understood." Zhang Fan poured a cup of warm water from a disposable cup and drank it down, then returned to his bedroom.

Seeing her son's back disappearing from her sight, Lu Jing smiled, and said to Zhang Youwei: "Fan'er is not young anymore, it's time to think about his future marriage."

Zhang Youwei nodded. "Too."

He lit another cigarette, took a deep puff and exhaled the lingering blue smoke. "I have time to walk around with the director to try to get a place in the house, and then we can rent it out or sell it for money."

"You can do this kind of thing yourself! Don't waste money."

After Lu Jing finished speaking, she started grading the homework again.

She is a serious person. The students' homework must be corrected by themselves with a set of questions.

It is also because of this that even if she teaches elementary school, it is actually very hard work.

But it is also because of this that when the parents of the students meet her on the road, they will take the initiative to go up to say hello and say something kindly. "Teacher Lu."

There is a mirror in one's heart, which can reflect oneself and others.

Lu Jing lost her personal rest time, and also won the respect from the heart of the parents of the students.

Who can tell clearly the gains and losses in this?

Zhang Fan was also thinking about gains and losses in his heart, wondering over and over whether he wanted to change his parents' lives?

Finally lying on the bed with a big character, he decided to maintain the status quo after thinking about it.

Now that the reality has satisfied yourself, don't break it easily.

Good intentions can sometimes do bad things, and money can be poison.

Zhang Fan put his hand under the pillow, touched the stack of 1 yuan money, exhaled, got up and put it in a schoolbag.

He has more than one schoolbag.

It is because I am afraid that sometimes I forget to carry my schoolbag when I go home, and I will carry an empty schoolbag to deal with my mother when I go out in the morning.

After putting away his schoolbag, Zhang Fan lay down on the bed again.

I wanted to play with my mobile phone for a while, but the mobile phone was too old, and he couldn't adapt to the simple mobile phone because he was used to smart phones.

Looking at the rough screen and application, I threw it casually on the bed, and didn't notice the penguin information on it.

Bai Xue flung herself on the bed with a shark doll in her arms, staring at the phone screen and waiting for the penguin icon to flash, until her legs were sore, and she didn't wait for Zhang Fan's reply.

"Stinky Zhang Fan, I'm going to draw a circle and curse you for having nightmares tonight."

After hearing her mother question her father why he came back so late, Bai Xue covered her ears with the quilt and fell asleep.