Nouveau riche love story

At 09:30 in the morning, Wang Xiaochen was holding a mobile phone to swipe orders for a certain treasure seller, earning eight yuan as a reward.

Zhang Song was busy complaining, and went out with a slice of fried steamed buns in his mouth.Today is the day he will take his younger brother Zhang Quan to get the hepatitis B vaccine.

Zhang Song is the buddy Wang Xiaochen met in the first company when he just graduated. He graduated from Q University majoring in financial management.

Later, he and Wang Xiaochen both switched jobs, and now work as an assistant to a bank trainer. He just resigned from the boss of Iron Rooster a month ago and took on jobs outside.

Running here and there, traveling all over the world, the money is calculated on a daily basis, with a daily salary of [-]. On the surface, it looks rich and prosperous, but in fact, excluding Saturdays and Sundays, and excluding the training period, I can probably earn [-] yuan a month. Seven or eight thousand.

Originally, with the money saved, he could live a good life, but Zhang Song has a 17-year-old brother who was tripped by the rebellious period.

Good children don't read books, so they insist on going out to work as a waiter in a restaurant in Q City.Most of the money I earn every month is sent to my parents, and then I reach out to ask my brother for living expenses.

As a result, Zhang Song had to support his younger brother who was in adolescence and had to support himself. In the eyes of his parents, he was not as sensible as his younger brother, so he didn't know how to spend money at home.

Zhang Song's mother said two months ago, "The family plans to build a house for your younger brother after the new year. He won't go to school anymore. He will be in the village from now on. Both of you should add some money."

Zhang Song's father said: "Don't ask the children for money. It's not easy for them to be outside. Song, if you have one, you can add two to your family. After all, your parents paid for your college education. , Your brother didn't go to college, did he?"

Zhang Song restrained his face that was about to cramp, and tried to force a smile: "...OK, I'll add some later."

A 24-year-old boy is afraid to talk about a girlfriend. Wang Xiaochen once asked him this question, "Why don't you talk about a girlfriend?"

The answer I got was, "I can afford a condo, but I can't afford a house."

Wang Xiaochen: "Then why does your brother want to have ten girlfriends a year?"

Zhang Song: "Because when he talks about girlfriends, girls are rushing to spend money for him, and his face is too good, so he can save money even in dating."

Wang Xiaochen: ...

Wang Xiaochen also has a younger brother, Wang Xiaoyu, who is 16 years old.

Giving him 500 yuan throughout the year is already a thousand thanks.Compared with Zhang Song's younger brother, Wang Xiaochen felt that his younger brother was like an angel.

However, there are advantages and disadvantages in everything, and Wang Xiaochen's mother is not worried.

Wang Xiaochen just bought her a set of luxury skin care products five months ago, a new mobile phone three months ago, a silver bracelet a month ago, and now her mother is talking about a gold necklace.

Wang Xiaochen knew that his mother loved him very much, but since he graduated, he always felt powerless when he went home.

"Mom, do you want your son to buy you LV, Apple, a small watch with a big gold chain, and better yet buy you a car and the small villa in front of our house, and still have a lot of savings?"

Mother Wang smiled like a flower and nodded.

"But...but I'm just a small accountant, not a big boss."

Mother Wang: "Come on, son! Mom believes that you will become a big boss. Oh, it's cold, and your father still needs a winter coat."

Wang Xiaochen: "...I see."

At ten o'clock sharp, Wang Xiaochen finished his breakfast, cleaned up the dishes, changed his clothes, and went to the gate of the community to pick up the express delivery, which contained two collections of works by master illustrators he bought on Double Eleven.

Originally, he had fallen in love with each other a long time ago. Due to the Double Eleven event, the price of each book was reduced by [-] yuan, and the two books saved [-] yuan. So he waited a little and delayed buying for a few days.

The courier text message was sent to him after ten o'clock last night. It was too late and it was cold, so he didn't go to pick it up overnight.

Now go to Express Express to scan the code, the system shows that the file has been deposited for 12 hours, and you need to submit a management fee of one yuan.

The young man in a gray coat hugged his heart, paid one yuan with WeChat, opened the courier on the stool in the community, and threw the package into the trash can, feeling more and more painful.

After returning home, he rolled his eyes and continued to do his illustrations, intending to contribute to a small magazine.

I don't know if he can succeed this time. If he succeeds, everything will be fine. If he doesn't succeed, I'm afraid that he will spend all his money and loans, so he really needs to apply for a credit card.

After finishing the work in hand, Wang Xiaochen threw himself on the bed and swiped his phone.

On Weibo, Brother Tiecong is doing a retweeting lottery to give away 1 yuan. Wang Xiaochen, who has never liked these koi, lottery, and lottery tickets, is probably devastated by life.

Immediately retweeted Brother Tiecong's Weibo, and by the way, looked through the koi activities in Moments, and pulled out a series of lucky draws, actively participating.

He just went out to find a place to buy a few lottery tickets. He even searched for scratch tickets on a certain treasure.

A well-behaved young man is like a salted fish with a dead body, rolling eighteen times on the bed, and suddenly remembers that a steel coin worth one yuan fell under the bed before.

Quickly half hung on the bed and stretched his neck, turned on the light of the mobile phone, and pulled out a steel coin from under the bed.

It's okay, it's okay, it can be regarded as worth the one dollar I gave to Express today.

It's already afternoon, the room didn't turn on the light, and it was extremely dark. Shang Xiaochen lay on the bed, rubbing a steel coin in his hand that had been warmed by him, feeling that his mentality might have collapsed.

He majored in financial management in university, and he didn't have much knowledge at the beginning. Relatives in the family recommended him, so he chose it.

However, Wang Xiaochen really had a conflict with numbers, and his financial major made him want to jump off a building.

From the first semester of my freshman year, I have set a goal to support myself without relying on financial work.

Being forced to resign this time made him want to become a professional illustrator.

It's a pity that this road is not as simple as he thought. He has talent, but whether he can get the job that God rewards him in this industry is still a question.

For dinner, they fried a plate of Pleurotus eryngii mushrooms and a plate of stewed vermicelli with potatoes and eggplants. The dejected Wang Xiaochen and the tired and paralyzed Zhang Song ate two steamed buns to feed themselves.

"Actually, our life is better now than before. Just think about when we just graduated, we shared a room of about ten square meters, and we couldn't see the light if we didn't turn on the lights during the day. There wasn't even a window in a youth hostel. The smell I can’t get out, and I would die even eating instant noodles.”

"Don't talk about it, it hurts my heart. But it's true, anyway, we are now in the big master bedroom with three bedrooms and one living room."

After tidying up the dishes and playing with the mobile phone, the two brothers and sisters lay on the bed and chatted.

"I went to Xinjiang this time, do you know how many delicious foods there are? Their mutton hand-picked rice is very delicious. There are also mutton skewers. The meat on Xinjiang's mutton skewers is very large, with cumin and chili on it. Noodles, absolutely. Oh oh oh, and that naan meat, bake it..."

At 01:30 in the middle of the night, the room was filled with the sound of Zhang Song Balabala talking about delicious food and the sound of spitting.

Then there were voices from a certain video, "Eat big meat in one bite", "Come and see this roast duck", "One bite of freshly roasted pork ribs", "Old iron double-click 666".

Wang Xiaochen opened the curtain a little bit, and glanced at the moon outside. He felt more and more that the round moon was like a round pancake, rolled with a few strings of mutton skewers, it should taste very good.