Calculation of thousands of cities

Just as Bai Qiancheng guessed, Wen Yu chose to help him speculate in stocks to pay the rent.

What surprised Bai Qiancheng was that Wen Yu almost never lost money in stocks. He seemed to be able to clearly predict which stock would fall on which day and which day it would rise. He will make less money, and if he sells one day later, he will lose a lot, as if he is the one who manipulates the entire stock market.

Bai Qiancheng clicked his tongue in amazement, how could there be such an awesome stock speculator in this world.

If this continues, I, who bought a house and has a regular job, will be poorer than this man who had nothing when he first arrived at his home in just a few days.

Bai Qiancheng once tried to ask him the trick, but every time the other party just casually brushed it off: "It's just random speculation..."

"..."

Bai Qiancheng went to work on weekdays, but Wen Yu had nowhere to go, so he stayed alone in the apartment all day doing nothing to study stocks.

When he comes back from get off work at night, Bai Qiancheng can usually see Wen Yu watching the financial news. At this time, he always likes to sneer, like "Why, are you still so interested in this? It slaps you a hundred times and you still don't want it?" Do you want to paste it?" Like that.

Wen Yu was a little embarrassed about this kind of ridicule at first, but later he got used to it and didn't pay much attention to it. After all, he knew that Bai Qiancheng didn't mean anything malicious, so he seemed to care about it when he was serious.

The insults and ridicule until the end became the indispensable seasonings for the two to get along, but Wen Yu didn't care about Bai Qiancheng's ridicule, and sometimes Bai Qiancheng would be half-dead by Wen Yu's ridicule.

I don't know if it's a coincidence or deliberate, but Wen Yu and Bai Qiancheng's dinner time happens to be staggered. The former usually settles it by himself before Bai Qiancheng gets off work, while Bai Qiancheng sometimes eats with Mo Yao, and sometimes I will buy some at the small shop downstairs.

On weekends, the two had to get together for dinner. At this time, Wen Yu would pretend to inadvertently leave the cooking errand to Bai Qiancheng. For the sake of his health, he is also happy to cook by himself.

However, ever since Wen Yu ate Bai Qiancheng's cooking, he seemed to be inseparable from Bai Qiancheng's craftsmanship and began to threaten and lure Bai Qiancheng, forcing the other party to reluctantly agree to the request to cook for Wen Yu every day.

In this home of his own, he became more and more like a good wife and mother, and Wen Yu became more and more like the head of the family.

Bai Qiancheng felt that he had to stop this momentum from developing.

When the man planned his working day, he deliberately went back late, but when he opened the door, he saw the other party's bright eyes staring at him tightly again.

Bai Qiancheng realized helplessly that those little cleverness didn't make up for it at all, and he still had to cook for the other party.

……

The regular life was going on in an orderly manner, until Bai Qiancheng hit a wall in the company and inadvertently changed the direction of the train of life.

When the man came back from get off work, he tore off his tie and threw it on the ground as if to vent his anger. The poor briefcase was also casually thrown aside, clearly showing the owner's bad mood.

Wen Yu noticed the low air pressure around Bai Qiancheng at a glance, but he didn't ask why, but silently took out a case of beer.

Bai Qiancheng paused when he saw the box of beer in his hand, and gave him a puzzled look.

The man put the beer on the glass coffee table and suggested that the two of them play a game.

"Fist and drink, win two out of three."

When Bai Qiancheng heard what the other party said, Dang even reluctantly twitched the corners of his mouth.

"You want to get me drunk?"

"Drunkenness can paralyze the nerves." The other party said in a tone of truth, and then gracefully opened a bottle of wine with a bottle opener.

This meant that Bai Qiancheng had to play this game today.

But Bai Qiancheng felt a little gloating in his heart.

There is no reason, he is very good at punching. He played with the people in the office when he was bored before. No one can win two rounds in a row. Occasionally, it is very rare to beat him in one round. If anyone comes to challenge him, they will not be able to escape this law in the end, so no one will come to cross him again.

As for this Wen Yu, it is impossible for him to get drunk today, I am afraid that the other party has to think of himself first.

Maybe this whole box of beer will end up in Wen Yu's stomach.

With the mentality of playing with the other party, Bai Qiancheng put today's troubles behind him for the time being, and started the game with great interest.

...but it turns out he was wrong.

...Perhaps it can be said that the facts are completely opposite to what he imagined, the seemingly unbreakable law was shattered in front of Wen Yu.

Bai Qiancheng, who has always been good at punching, met his nemesis, and this nemesis was Wen Yu.

The roles of colleagues in the office and Bai Qiancheng changed between Bai Qiancheng and Wen Yu.

"..."

Staring blankly at the result of the freeze between the scissors and the cloth again, Bai Qiancheng frowned and slowly poured himself another glass of wine.

After drinking eight glasses of beer, Bai Qiancheng drank two large bottles in the blink of an eye. His alcohol capacity was not bad, but his stomach was already a little swollen. The man pursed his lips uncomfortably, but was urged by the other party to continue.

The two drew another game, but Bai Qiancheng still lost.

Bai Qiancheng couldn't take it anymore, he stood up with some difficulty: "I'll continue later, I'll go to the bathroom first."

He quickly rushed to the toilet, but Bai Qiancheng didn't feel the slightest urge to urinate, he just wanted to vomit. He grabbed the toilet and started throwing up. However, he didn't eat well, so he quickly spit out the beer and started to retch incessantly.

Damn, is this Wen Yu trying to punish him intentionally?

Will it make the fuck better?

After almost vomiting, Bai Qiancheng simply rinsed his mouth and came out of the bathroom, and soon sat back on the sofa.

He didn't believe that he would keep losing.

However, the two played a few more rounds, and Bai Qiancheng was forced to drink the third largest bottle of wine in an instant, while Wen Yu's glass was even clean, not even a drop of wine could be seen.

……

"Wen Yu, if your purpose of playing games is really to make me feel better, then the best way is for you to lose a game and show me."

Bai Qiancheng despised the other party unhappily.

However, Wen Yu didn't buy it: "Continue the game, and it won't end until this case of beer is settled."

"..."

The anger that was already on the verge of overflowing was ignited by Wen Yu suddenly, causing the man's eyes to burst into anger, and he couldn't bear it anymore.

"Fuck, if you fuck me again, I'll call the police right now and let them catch you!"

Perhaps it was because of the alcohol that Bai Qiancheng seemed to be a little confused. Such a topic was obviously taboo for both of them, but at this moment he threatened each other.

Wen Yu was obviously very angry at Bai Qiancheng's words, probably because he expected that the other party would not call the police, he grabbed the other party's collar, and shot at Bai Qiancheng with his eyes like cold ice blades: "I said, the game continues. "

The man's eyes were very intimidating to Bai Qiancheng, and Bai Qiancheng nodded quickly after being stunned for a while.

In the next round, Wen Yu lost.

Bai Qiancheng's eyes lit up, his original expression of impatience diminished a little, and he stared at Wen Yu's slender white hands without squinting.

The liquid in the glass bottle was poured into the wine glass without hesitation until the white foam overflowed the rim of the glass.

Although Bai Qiancheng was delirious, at least his eyesight was good. Jianwen Yu purposely filled up his glass of wine and curled the corners of his mouth indistinctly.

No wonder the opponent's expression was not good after he lost with punching.

No wonder Wen Yu knows the location of the only case of beer in his home.

From the beginning of this game, Wen Yu had a purpose.

It turned out that one of them wanted to drink, and the other didn't want to drink, but one couldn't drink, and the other got stomach bloated.

Perhaps Wen Yu had been wondering why he always won against Bai Qiancheng.

Why do the two of you have to embarrass each other so much...

Bai Qiancheng looked up to the sky and sighed, seeing that Yu had already drank the liquid in the cup and was staring at him closely at this moment, the man had no choice but to continue the game of punching.

Unfortunately, since Wen Yu lost that round, he won five consecutive rounds of Bai Qiancheng, and the number of empty bottles increased to five in a blink of an eye.

Forcing himself to drink another glass of wine, Bai Qiancheng slammed the glass down on the table.

"Wen Yu, do you like to drink?" With a tentative tone, Bai Qiancheng squinted at the other party.

He's probably half drunk, and only by looking at it like this can he barely see the face of the man opposite him clearly.

However, to Bai Qiancheng's disappointment, he didn't appreciate the stiff expression on that poker face. Wen Yu didn't make a sound, but just opened the sixth bottle of beer with the bottle opener.

The sixth bottle, the last bottle.

He had already drank nearly five bottles, and one more bottle was nothing to Bai Qiancheng, and the one who was really suffering became Wen Yu.

It seems that watching Bai Qiancheng drink, his own alcohol addiction has also come up, but he can only watch Bai Qiancheng drink like this, but he can't drink a sip.