Marry into a wealthy family if you don't pay well

"Little Qian," a gentle female voice came from the phone, "Are you coming back for dinner tonight?"

"Uh... no, auntie, I have something to do." Yan Shaoqian had never been able to bear the enthusiasm of the Shen family, and his tone of refusal revealed a guilty conscience.

"Is that so..." Shen's mother was a little disappointed, "Did Shen Zhuo bully you again? If he bullied you, you tell auntie, and auntie will help you deal with him."

Yan Shaoqian touched the corner of his lips subconsciously: "No, no, no, I really have something to do."

The other party sighed: "Well, if you don't come back, I'm the only one left today."

"Is Shen Zhuo not at home?"

"He said he had to work overtime tonight and told me not to wait for him—this kid, just like his father."

Yan Shaoqian was inexplicably soft-hearted, so he had no choice but to say: "How about...I'll go over tomorrow?"

"Okay," Shen's mother immediately became happy, "What do you want to eat? Auntie will make it for you, you are welcome."

Yan Shaoqian: "I can do anything."

"Then eat crabs, you seem to like eating these recently?"

"……it is good."

"That's it. Tomorrow, I'll ask Shen Zhuo to buy some crabs. Now is the season to eat crabs."

The two chatted for a few more words, Yan Shaoqian hung up the phone, but his eyebrows frowned slightly.

Even my aunt noticed that his taste had changed...

Shen Zhuo, that human being, must have noticed something a long time ago, right?

But during this time... He obviously didn't show any doubts.

Sure enough, he should be more careful, but... there are so many delicious foods in modern times, if you don't try them all, how can you be worthy of this time travel?

He is too difficult.

"Brother Yan, lend me a rag and a broom." Wu Yu's words interrupted his train of thought. "It seems that no one has come in the bedroom for a long time. I need to clean it."

Yan Shaoqian raised his head and put the phone back in his pocket: "Well, good."

Wu Yu asked again: "You have always lived in this dormitory alone?"

Yan Shaoqian: "Yeah, the toll booth hasn't hired temporary workers for a while—I heard that next year, self-service toll collection will gradually replace manual toll collection, and there may be no need for manual toll collection...Why did you come at this time?"

Wu Yu: "Hey, anyway, temporary workers are temporary workers everywhere. It's still a few months, let's do it first."

Yan Shaoqian didn't think too much, just nodded: "Oh, by the way, I'm going to the cafeteria to eat, together?"

Wu Yu: "Uh... I'd better finish cleaning before going, Brother Yan, you don't have to wait for me."

"The dinner will be cold when you go late," Yan Shaoqian said, "How about I call you back?"

Wu Yu was surprised and said, "Is it possible? I'm embarrassed to bother you so much."

"What's so embarrassing, we'll be friends from now on—do you have a lunch box?"

Wu Yu found the lunch box: "Here, and the meal card. Thank you Brother Yan."

"You're welcome," Yan Shaoqian took it over and waved at him, "Go ahead and tidy up, I'll be back soon."

After he finished speaking, he went out.

After he left, Wu Yu picked up his phone with a complicated expression, and sent a message to a trumpet with a landscape picture among his friends: [Everything is normal]

The other party replied quickly: [received]

Wu Yu cleared the chat history, and muttered to himself: "Brother Yan is quite a nice guy, how could he say such an exaggeration..."

Yan Shaoqian didn't know who this new roommate was contacting behind his back. He ate alone in the cafeteria and packed a copy for Wu Yu to take away.

Just as he was walking out of the cafeteria with his lunch box in his arms, he suddenly heard someone shouting behind him: "Wait a minute!"

He stopped in his footsteps, and he could already tell who this person was just by the sound, so he didn't want to pay attention to it at all, and continued walking forward.

"Wait a minute, Yan Shaoqian!" Seeing that he ignored him, the man rushed up and grabbed his arm, "Brother Yan, you are in the third shift, right? Could you please change shifts with me?"

"...What are you doing?" Yan Shaoqian looked at her impatiently, "Look for someone else when changing shifts, I have something to do."

Zheng Ning—the one who complained about him at the canteen before—took him by the arm and begged, “Brother Yan, I’ve already asked around. You are the only one who is still in the unit and can change shifts!"

Yan Shaoqian said in his heart that there is still Wu Yu, and he took the other party's hand off his body: "When will the shift change? Why do you want to change?"

"Just tonight, night shift," Zheng Ning said anxiously, "Just now my neighbor called me and said that my mother suddenly fainted and was sent to the hospital. I heard that the situation is not optimistic. I have to go and have a look. Can't come back."

Yan Shaoqian glanced at her, trying to judge the authenticity of the matter from her expression: "Is there no one else in your family?"

"No, my parents are divorced. My mother and I have been living together for so many years. If something happens to her..." Zheng Ning covered her face, her voice choked up.

"...All right, all right," Yan Shaoqian sighed, "But I have an early shift tomorrow, and you're making me spin around for 16 hours."

"I'll be back tomorrow morning, I'll change shifts with you!" Zheng Ning said hurriedly, "Please!"

Speaking of this, if you don't help, it's really impersonal, and the reason why your mother needs to take care of her when she's sick is understandable.

Yan Shaoqian had no choice but to say: "You go, remember to tell the squad leader."

"Okay, thank you Brother Yan! Thank you so much!"

Yan Shaoqian waved his hand, turned and walked towards the dormitory.

It was still a long time before the shift change at zero o'clock, so he went back to sleep first.

Because he was afraid that the food would be cold, he left in a hurry, and did not notice that Zheng Ning's expression suddenly changed after he left, revealing a smug look.

Yan Shaoqian returned to the dormitory and didn't tell Wu Yu about changing shifts at night. After all, it was unnecessary.He lay down after washing early, spinning the Rubik's Cube to get sleepy.

To be honest, it wasn't that he didn't want to change shifts, nor that he deliberately didn't work the night shift because of his relationship. He naturally knew that the night shift was hard, and he wasn't afraid of suffering. The main reason was...he was night blind.

No, it should be said that this body is night blind.

It is not the kind of night blindness that can be cured by taking vitamin A. It is congenital and cannot be cured. During the day, it is no different from a normal person. At night or in dimly lit places, it is almost equivalent to blindness.

So Shen Zhuo didn't let him work the night shift.

The other colleagues didn't know about this matter, Zheng Ning and the others might have misunderstood it.

Yan Shaoqian didn't want to expose his shortcomings, and he had been exercising "listening to the voice and arguing his position" during this period of time, which had begun to bear fruit. Even in the "blind" state, he was not really unable to do anything.

Thinking about him, the king of the mountain who guarded the gate of the village alone with a single sword and no one could get close to him, and once he died, he was actually attached to this body that was powerless, anorexic, night-blind and self-closing... I was really aggrieved.

The world is unpredictable, and good fortune tricks people.

Yan Shaoqian sighed silently in his heart, set the alarm clock, turned over and fell asleep.

Although King Yan burned, killed and looted, he never cheated or cheated, and he would do what he said-this traditional virtue has been maintained to this day.

If he promised someone else to take over, he would definitely not regret it.

At 11:30 in the evening, he got up yawning, and when he came out, he found that Wu Yu had also fallen asleep, and the living room was dark with the lights off.

Normal people can see things under this kind of light, but for night-blind patients, it is really "black", and they can't see their fingers.

He groped his way out, deliberately suppressing the sound of his footsteps so as not to wake up his roommate.

Listening to the sound and debating the position, what you listen to is the dynamic thing, and the static thing can only be touched.

He couldn't see it anyway, so he simply closed his eyes, went downstairs based on his impression, and walked to the work area.

There was a lot of light near the toll booth, but this unstable light fell into Yan Shaoqian's eyes, as if someone who was nearsighted to [-] degrees was wearing sunglasses and sitting in the last row of a concert watching the scene.

There are not many cars at night. Compared with the daytime, the "charging" link is relatively leisurely, but the price is that you have to sit here overnight, even if you don't have a car, you can't go back to sleep.

In terms of "health", it will be more harmful.

He squinted his eyes and walked towards the toll booth, and handed over to his colleagues who had just left middle shift.

Fortunately, there was enough light in the toll booth, otherwise he might not even be able to see the other party's face clearly.

When he sat on the chair and looked out, he felt that he might have overestimated himself during the day.

His current eyesight... cannot distinguish between male and female at a distance of one meter, and human and animal at a distance of three meters.

It's no exaggeration.

Regret is regret.

But it was too late to say anything, he could only hope that the sky would light up soon.

The toll booths, which had been noisy all day, finally gradually quieted down at night. Except for large trucks running at night, normal private cars rarely choose to pass at night.

Yan Shaoqian's lane is an ordinary lane, there are basically no vehicles passing by, and it is not an exit fee, but an entrance card.

It's good to issue the card, don't use your brain, otherwise he might not be able to tell the difference between ten yuan and one yuan under this kind of light.

During the day, he rushes to pick up the truck lane, first to prevent toll evasion, and second, to collect more money-even though the money does not go into his pocket, he enjoys the process of collecting money.

He was extremely quiet tonight.

Like a handsome man who stands aloof from the world.

Not long after he calmed down, he heard someone yelling at him from across the driveway: "Brother Yan! Aren't you coming to pick up the truck driveway? Recently there was a large convoy, knowing you were there during the day, deliberately changing it to pass the tollbooth at night!"

Yan Shaoqian quickly refused: "No, no, sorry to bother you."

A convoy can escape a lot of money.

Truck drivers are all about money and life. If they charge their cards, the normal toll collectors would not dare to stop them. That is to say, such a skilled person dares to go head-to-head with them.

However, tonight is an exception.

Tonight, Mr. "Legend of the Toll Booth" has weakened the debuff.

At this moment, he heard the toll collector shout: "Here we come! I'm going... really breaking the bank?! Shameless!"

Yan Shaoqian silently recited "life safety is the most important" a hundred times in his heart, but unfortunately he was crushed by the trick of "can escape a lot of money". He rushed out of the toll booth and shouted: "Stop! Let me see who dares... "

"Brother Yan," the voice of the toll collector who was talking to him became a little strange, "the direction is reversed, this way. And...they have already passed by."

Yan Shaoqian: "...Oh."