Spend 1 trillion

Pretend to pay for a while, send it out for a while.

Zhang Xiaojian sat on the old floor of a small rental house like a machine that would short-circuit from time to time.

The love between him and Zhao Linlin did not end suddenly, and the reason for the end was also very simple-money.

In this era, most of the time measuring people’s success is also attributed to this word.

Zhang Xiaojian was unsuccessful and had no money, so this relationship that lasted for four years, one month, eight days and twelve hours died suddenly overnight.

The Pink Panther was left by her, and he wanted to use a pink cloth bag with pink banknotes to go with him today.

Because he can accept the sudden end, but can not accept her flash marriage three months after the end of love with him.

He doesn't believe in love at first sight. He thinks this term is too literary, and when translated, it is just a surprise.

Not to mention flash marriage, in his opinion, it is equivalent to irresponsibility to himself.Maybe in this world there really is a perfect match, a god-given bond of meeting the right person at the right time.

But combined with Zhao Linlin's actual situation, Zhang Xiaojian thought with his feet and knew that this matter must have been brought together by his former mother-in-law.

Therefore, he once planned to smash this marriage.

Because he has this strength now.

Because he is rich now.

What interrupted this thought was a knock on the door.

'Boom boom boom.'The sound was swift and powerful enough to shake off the dust on the door frame.

"Little sword, little sword open the door!"

"I know you are at home!"

The door opened, and Zhang Xiaojian looked at the sweaty Bai Yang outside the door and said, "Knock on the door and knock on the door. What do you mean by singing?"

Seeing that Zhang Xiaojian was intact, Bai Yang finally let out a sigh of relief: "I was scared to death. Did you know that I rushed through three red lights all the way through the phone with you before I got here." He knew Zhang Xiaojian too well. , I heard something wrong on the phone.

While talking, Bai Yang patted Zhang Xiaojian's shoulder with both big hands: "It's good if people are there."

Seeing Zhang Xiaojian's friend Zhang Xiaojian, who is a big five and three rough, feels warm in his heart: "Go in first."

Bai Yang sat down on the chair in front of the dining table at the door, picked up the cheap stainless steel tea mug, and drank boiled water.

After quenching his thirst, he let out another big breath: "I'm on my way to make up for it. I'm afraid that when I push the door, you will hang on the beam, die in the bathtub, or just get downstairs when you are upstairs. Jumping down and smashing on the roof of my car, this scared me..."

Zhang Xiaojian sat aside and laughed and said, "You die in the bathtub. It’s a bit beautiful. You should also sprinkle some roses. But my cabin doesn’t even have a special nozzle. How did you make up the bathtub? ?"

Bai Yang waved his hand and said: "Don't mention it, dejected. I don't know if I didn't get the shot when I ran the light. You have to report if you really got a ticket."

If this is left before, Zhang Xiaojian must crap: "Let me reimburse this matter, how about hugging you for comfort?"

But today is different, Zhang Xiaojian nodded and said: "Okay, how many orders are given."

Bai Yang was taken aback for a moment and said, "Wait a moment, no, this style of painting has changed wrong."

Then he looked at Zhang Xiaojian's face carefully, feeling that Zhang Xiaojian was unconscious, and asked: "You are not pretending to be okay in front of my eyes, and you want to die with your own mind and die for love?"

Zhang Xiaojian rolled his eyes helplessly: "Who learned the idiom from? Did he teach you what it means to be unreasonably worried?"

Bai Yang nodded, thinking that Zhang Xiaojian should still be normal, but he did not understand: "Then why should I be reimbursed?"

Reimbursement is too weird.

Although Zhang Xiaojian and Bai Yang did not grow up together in open crotch pants, they also met in middle school. They have met many things and met many people for more than ten years. What difference.

Since he is a real brother, Bai Yang certainly knows that reimbursement is absolutely impossible.

Zhang Xiaojian also had a hard time answering. Fortunately, his rental house was small, and he looked at the bedroom.

So Bai Yang also looked over.

Then he was silly.

He saw piles of money, neatly tied and messy.

I also saw a pink cloth bag slanted and pulled up, with money still in it.

How is this going?

"Zhang Xiaojian, are you telling the truth, did you go out and sell your ass?"

...

"What do you sell ass? Your whole family sells ass..."

Zhang Xiaojian's counterattack was a bit weak, because he didn't know how to explain why so much money appeared in his family.

But he didn't intend to hide from Bai Yang, because he knew better than anyone how hard Bai Yang had been in the past few years. Now that he has money, he has to improve his brother's life.

Besides, it seems that his money can't be spent. Finding someone to spend more, seems to be able to help himself complete system tasks...

Bai Yang dashed into the bedroom, picked up a stack of banknotes, drew out one at the fastest speed, and looked at the window carefully against the sunlight.

"The watermark is right, the security thread has a convex feel, and the light-changing ink is also right. This is really real money."

Bai Yang is generally nervous and took out another one, looked at it again, and couldn't help but say again: "This is really true!"

Then he fell into a sluggish state. He was born in poverty and knelt on the side of the bed, muttering: "How much is this, how much is this."

Don't blame Poplar for gaffe.

As an ordinary person among ordinary people, he is the same as Zhang Yang, have seen so much cash there?

Last year, Bai Yang made a small business, and he was foolishly deceived. He lost all the daughter-in-law that his mother had prepared for him. He did not dare to say anything. Now he owes a debt, not only in front of his mother. With my head full, I am very happy to repay more than 5,000 profitable online loans every month, and I haven't seen a drop in principal after paying it back for half a year. Now I run express delivery every day to make more money.

As for the red light he said, and the reason why he was sure that it was impossible to reimburse it just now was because he was driving three donkeys and fined a wool.......

So he thought Zhang Xiaojian's mentality was not normal.

Now he feels that his sanity is not normal.

what is happening?

…………

"How much money do you owe online loans?"

"A lot..."

Zhang Xiaojian picked up a pile of money in the mountain where he hadn't finished moving on the bed: "It should be enough, pay the money first, and then give Aunt Mei a bonus. Don't wait for her to ask about your business every time you pay. Hesitation is not clear."

Bai Yang was a little dizzy by the pile of money. Although Zhang Xiaojian didn't throw the money on his face, but pushed it on the bed sheet in front of him, it was no different from the shock that was thrown on his face.

Of course he wouldn't be polite with Zhang Xiaojian, his two big arms encircled the bill.

But after thinking about it, he restrained the restlessness in his heart, shook his head quickly, and let go of his hand: "No, no joke about this, the money came from? Did you do something illegal? ?"

"Don't worry, I took the money, and when the time comes, I will go to prison to give you a box of lunch. You tell me well, no matter what happens, brother, I will try my best."

Zhang Xiaojian was helpless and couldn't tell him about the system, even if he did, he wouldn't believe it.

Making up a story is even more unnecessary, because he is not willing to lie and fart, so he can only turn away: "I remember your dream is to drive Maserati to the entrance of the university city and put a drink on the roof of the car. How about buying one?"

"what?"

Bai Yang grew up with a big mouth, and the amount of information was too great for him to digest.

"Okay, see you look demented, first help me put the money in the bag."

Bai Yang wanted to speak and then stopped. He knew Zhang Xiaojian's character better than anyone else. Not to mention breaking the law and discipline. He was afraid that this kid would be counseled if he went out to fight, but he obviously didn't want to say it now, or respect him?

Thinking of this, Bai Yang picked up a stack of banknotes in his hand and put them into the pink cloth bag.

The touch of the banknote was wonderful, as if it was a bit hot. He told himself, Baiyang, you don't have any feelings now, you are just a money machine.

After a while, the bag was full, and Bai Yang remembered a question: "How much money is there?"

"two millions."

Bai Yang's two big thick eyebrows are tangled together, is this only two million?I haven't seen it before and I don't think two million is such an incredible number. After all, Jiangcheng's house is now more than one million.

But how can I feel as shocked as I imagined 20 million in cash when I saw two million in cash?

"Let's go, my brother should go."

"Go? Go there?" Bai Yang had a question mark on his face.

Zhang Xiaojian picked up the pink cloth pocket full of money: "Go to the wedding."

Bai Yang finally remembered Zhao Linlin’s wedding in the evening, and nodded, “Okay, let’s go to the bank first and save the money. You can draw three thousand. I will bring the red envelope and wrap it directly for you. It won’t be a waste of you both. For so many years."

"No, this money is reserved for use at the scene."

"Huh, what did you say?"

Zhang Xiaojian paused and said: "Two million hit the field."

Bai Yang's body straightened up just now. He felt that he was not a Bai Yang now, because Bai Yang was a tree. He was now a white poplar tree called Bai Yang, standing in place as if it had planted its roots, motionless.

Zhang Xiaojian knew why Bai Yang had become a tree, opened the door and walked into the corridor, and said, "Go."

Bai Yang finally ceased to be Bai Yang. He hurriedly followed, and asked angrily: "Zhang Xiaojian, is it because your mind is flooded? Are you going to grab your relatives? Your family's money is brought by the wind? Isn't the state printed? Where is the paper? Still all over the floor?"

Zhang Xiaojian turned his head to look at Bai Yang, and said slowly and seriously: "Now, to me, money really seems to be described in pieces of paper."

The poplar that had just crossed the threshold became a poplar tree again. What does this mean? It means that two million is just a small amount of money?

The amount of information is a bit large, and he can't digest it as a person. Just stand as a tree, and the poplar becomes a poplar tree.

Until, Zhang Xiaojian who came downstairs shouted: "Are you going?"