Top alpha, owe me money and don't pay back

Fang Ming'an settled the bill happily, and Jiang Zhan forcibly handed his three hundred to Wei Xiaochi.

Wei Xiaochi wanted to return it to him, "No, I have it."

"I'll take it for you, I don't want it." After saying this, Jiang Zhan turned around and left.

Wei Xiaochi was stunned for a while holding the 600 yuan, and followed Jiang Zhan slowly. When his head was in a mess, his movements would be slower than usual.

Jiang Zhan raised his head and poured a fruity drink into his mouth as he walked.

The drinks were given by Fang Ming'an when they paid their wages. Wei Xiaochi got a bottle with Jiang Zhan's favor. There was a string of characters on the bottle that he didn't know, and the brand was even more unheard of.

Wei Xiaochi unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sip.

The taste is very fresh, ice-cold, and quite delicious.

After Jiang Zhan finished his drink, he passed by a silver trash can and threw the bottle into it.

Turning around, he saw Wei Xiaochi walking behind to drink a drink, and Jiang Zhan stopped where he was waiting for him.

The drink was only 250 grams, Wei Xiaochi put it in his backpack after drinking it all.

Jiang Zhan was a little puzzled, "What are you pretending to do?"

Wei Xiaochi's body froze suddenly, his face turned red, the redness spread all the way to his ears and neck, burning him hot.

He gripped the shoulder strap of his schoolbag and whispered, "It can be sold for money."

Jiang Zhan thought he heard it wrong, "Sell money?"

Wei Xiaochi nodded his head.

Every summer, as long as Wei Dongjian stays at home, the beer at home is bought by the dozen, as well as the express boxes, he, and the paper and books used by twins can be sold for money.

Since Fang Yuan became pregnant and gave birth to twins, unlike the past when she would save beer bottles and sell them for money, she couldn't even take care of the two children.

Wei Xiaochi cleans up these things at home, he will secretly save them up, and then go to the scrap yard.

But the money was a drop in the bucket for Wei Xiaochi, when he was young, he was not needed when he went out to work as a temporary worker.

The only way Wei Xiaochi could think of to make money was to pick up cardboard boxes and sell mineral water bottles.

Later, he was bullied by Fang Zhixin, so he didn't dare to pick up things outside, but he would still habitually keep the drink bottles he drank.

Jiang Zhan seems to have heard about the New World. It's not that he doesn't even have this common sense, it's just that he has never thought that beverage bottles can be sold for money.

"I threw mine into the trash can." Jiang Zhan glanced at the trash can, "Do you want more?"

Wei Xiaochi lowered his head and shook his head.

On Sunday, Fang Ming'an took the initiative to call Jiang Zhan and asked him if he wanted to work part-study and come to him to work for another day.

This time Fang Mingan did not arrange for Wei Xiaochi and the others to clean the swimming pool, which was a bit tiring work, but asked them to change all the quilt covers in the hotel rooms on the third and fourth floors.

Although there are more than 40 rooms in total, it is very easy and can be changed in less than two hours.

Wei Xiaochi got three hundred again, and finally realized that the other party was just coaxing Jiang Zhan to play.

Wei Xiaochi was not at ease in this job, so he might as well go back and distribute his leaflets, at least feel at ease.

After Wei Xiaochi expressed this idea to Jiang Zhan, Jiang Zhan didn't lose his temper, and remained uncharacteristically silent.

"You don't like this job, then let's find someone who doesn't know me." Jiang Zhan looked at Wei Xiaochi and said awkwardly, "Is that okay? Don't wear that clothes to work."

Wei Xiaochi froze for a moment, as if his throat had been soaked in salt water, he opened his mouth and nodded.

"it is good."

After the national flag was hoisted on Monday, Jiang Zhan returned to work and lay lazily on the table, looking out the window as if thinking about something.

Looking at Jiang Zhan who was silent and lost in thought, Han Ziyang scolded his father in his heart.

Fuck, shouldn't the two of you be arguing again?

Han Ziyang suddenly felt a sense of crisis, and sat down next to Jiang Zhan tremblingly, and asked tentatively, "Brother Zhan, are you okay?"

Jiang Zhan turned his head, his handsome face was rare and serious, which made Han Ziyang frightened, but when he opened his mouth, Han Ziyang was full of question marks.

"What kind of job do you think can be less tiring, less hot, and still earn money?"

Han Ziyang's small eyes were filled with big question marks. He felt that he might be hallucinating, otherwise, how could his brother Zhan be worried about money.

Isn't this a mess?

As far as Jiang Zhan's family is concerned, as long as the motherland is stable and prosperous, even if the world's richest man goes bankrupt, his family will not go bankrupt.

With such a strong family background, what kind of work would he worry about to earn money?

Han Ziyang picked out his ears and turned to Jiang Zhan, "Brother Zhan, I didn't hear what you were talking about just now."

Seeing him like this, Jiang Zhan knew that he would not get any good answers, so he turned his head and looked out the window, too lazy to waste any more words.

This aroused Han Ziyang's curiosity. After thinking about it, only Wei Xiaochi could make his Brother Zhan feel so confused.

Fuck, what kind of Gu did this Wei guy put on Brother Zhan?

Han Ziyang was terrified, and with shaking hands, he took out his mobile phone from his desk pocket and contacted Li Suilin, hoping that Lin Daxian could answer his doubts.

It's a pity that Li Suilin didn't have time to talk to him, and Han Ziyang didn't get a reply for a long time, and looked at the back of Jiang Zhan's head scratching his heart.

He wanted to ask, but Jiang Zhan's character made him choose to shut up.

Class [-] was heading towards the rubber playground. Jiang Zhan caught a glimpse of the canteen in the southwest corner and thought deeply.

At noon, Wei Xiaochi and Jiang Zhan ate in the cafeteria.

After the breakup turmoil, the practice of pressing the road in the afternoon has not changed, but Jiang Zhan will not take Wei Xiaochi to press for such a long time, nor will he hide in a corner where no one is around to hug him.

After lunch today, Jiang Zhan let Wei Xiaochi go back to the classroom to study early, and skipped the link of pressing the road.

Although Wei Xiaochi was curious, he didn't ask any further questions and went back to the classroom for self-study.

The air conditioner was turned on in a classroom, and the temperature was moderate, making everyone drowsy. Wei Xiaochi rubbed his eyes several times while doing the problems.

When the lunch break ended at two o'clock, many people in the classroom became active, driving away most of the sleepy people in the noise.

Wei Xiaochi put down the pen in his hand, pillowed it on his arm, and was about to rest for a while, when the loudspeakers on both sides of the podium suddenly blared.

The classroom was still noisy, and no one cared about the small noise, until a familiar voice came from the loudspeaker, and Wei Xiaochi suddenly opened his eyes.

"I put two green trash cans in the school. In the future, everyone can put empty mineral water bottles in them, only bottles, and no other garbage is allowed."

The classroom was quiet for a few seconds, everyone looked at each other and whispered to each other.

"This voice is so familiar, who is it?"

"Did the school let you go?"

"The rules are weird."

The domineering voice reminded again: "It's a big green trash can."

Afraid everyone didn't hear clearly the first time, he repeated the scriptures again.

Speaking of another voice coming from the loudspeaker in the middle, it is like a magic voice, as long as it is a student of No. [-] Middle School, there is no one who does not know it.

"Jiang Zhan, what kind of demon are you? Who agreed that you put the trash can in the school, what are you doing blocking the door, come out for me."

Wei Minzheng's threat did not make Jiang Zhan restrain himself, "Remember clearly, you can only empty the bottle."

Wei Minzheng blushed with anger, "Jiang Zhan! You think I can't control you, right? Well, wait for me?"

Wei Xiaochi couldn't help but stand up when he heard the sound of jingling bells.

The loudspeaker suddenly sizzled, and it was turned off by someone.

"Is that Jiang Zhan?"

"What is he doing, why does he suddenly start paying attention to garbage?"

"I don't know, should we let it go or not?"

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