Chapter 1 Where is the money? Where is my money?

“The bride price is 300,000 yuan, not a penny less!”

 “I don't care about money, I just want to know how important I am to you.”

"Also, your mother's name cannot be written on your apartment. It must be transferred to my name."

 Shencheng, the window seat of Gray Whale Cafe.

Thirty-eight-year-old Jiang Qin looked at the marriage partner in front of him, and suddenly felt that her face was a little strange.

They met through a blind date and have been together for more than half a year. Since they are not young anymore and there is no time to delay it any longer, they have been discussing marriage recently.

To be honest, Jiang Qin doesn't have much feelings for her, and he believes that the other party has similar thoughts.

After all, he is already at Bensi's age. Is it still for love to marry a wife and have children?

I just don't want to be alone forever...

But he didn't speak, but drank the water in the cup silently, and looked out the glass case window, his ears automatically blocking the other party's voice.

He thinks life is actually pretty **** up.

 Because his parents said that knowledge changes destiny, he studied hard since he was a child, thinking that he would definitely be rich or noble in the future, and would be extraordinary.

But it wasn't until he got to work that he realized that he wasn't even an ordinary person.

　　When he first entered the workplace in 2016, he was drunk by a table full of customers and ended up in the hospital. He was not able to see his grandmother who raised him for the last time.

 In 2019, a thunderstorm broke out about the project, and he was forced to take the blame. He stayed in a rental house and ate instant noodles for five months, unable to distinguish between dreams and reality.

The job he got later was relatively stable, but it was far away from where he lived. He was so diligent that he had to urinate twice just to buy a car.

In 22 years, he finally bought a car, but he found that he couldn't fill up the gas tank and pee.

 After turning 30, he found that rents were rising faster than his salary, so he saved money desperately and informed his parents of his intention to buy a house in Shenzhen.

 From that day on, I never saw meat or fish on my parents' table.

But the down payment was still not enough, so his father hid it from him, worked during the day and ran Didi at night, and almost suffered a brain congestion.

 Is poverty really related to laziness?

Jiang Qin has been thinking about this issue over the years.

 He felt that he was diligent enough and fully worthy of his name.

 But what about money?

 Who made the money?

 When he was a child, his parents once told him sincerely that as long as you are willing to endure hardship, you will definitely get ahead.

 But what he discovered when he grew up was that as long as you are willing to endure hardship, there will be endless hardship.

Now, his blind date wants a bride price of 300,000 yuan.

“Jiang Qin, did you listen to me?”

 “Well, I've been listening.”

“Then why didn't you say a word? I've been talking for a long time and you didn't even care until my voice became hoarse!”

Jiang Qin put down the water glass and said after a long silence: "Why don't we just stop getting married?"

 The woman was stunned for a moment, and then became furious: "What do you mean by this?"

“It's nothing, I just feel so tired and want to go home and take a nap.”

“Jiang Qin, you coward, no wonder no woman wants to date you even though you are thirty-eight!”

Jiang Qin ignored the woman's roar, stepped out of the western restaurant, and walked aimlessly along the road.

When he walked to a construction site, he saw a banner hanging on the wall saying that beating workers is the best thing for people.

So he lit a cigarette, took two puffs and then burned a hole in it.

 He actually didn't have too many complaints about that woman, and even thought her request was normal.

 You are already thirty-five, what's wrong with being realistic?

 He was just thinking about a problem.

 When will these days come to an end?

People who have never worked are desperately advocating that working as a worker is superior to others, but those who have been working don't dare to say anything and can only nod and admit, ah, that's right, that's right.

 How do you look like a master?

 As for love?

Jiang Qin doesn't even know if this thing exists.

He has gone on several blind dates and met several girls introduced by his friends. He can get by with any of them, but the saddest thing is that he can only get by.

 Looking back on my life, I have so many regrets...

Jiang Qin sighed and took out his phone from his pocket. He wanted to find a friend to drink with him, but when he opened it, he saw four text messages.

A credit card reminder notice, a phone bill arrears warning, and my brother is nearby. There is no one at home today.

The last message came from his direct boss, telling him in a thoughtful and thoughtful way that the company's performance has been poor recently and he hoped that employees could voluntarily reduce their salaries and tide over the difficulties together with the company.

Jiang Qin instantly lost his mood for drinking and continued smoking downstairs under the construction building.

In this era, you must not work if you want to be rich, because the distribution of resources in this society is inherently unfair.

But when he thought about his age, Jiang Qin couldn't help but laugh.

 It's a bit unrealistic to start a business when you're thirty-eight, right?

His waist has been broken in the past two years, and he has problems with his cervical spine. His cruciate neuralgia is more frequent than frequent urination.

 Dragging this broken body to start a business, even if it succeeds, you will have to be fifty years old. What is there to enjoy in this life?

It would be great if I could start over, work for nothing, and stay with a rich woman if I can.

 If it doesn't work out, start a business. I firmly believe that you can make more money if you lose it, but you can make more if you lose your conscience.

Jiang Qin took a deep breath, pinched his sore neck, and couldn't help but glance up. Um?

　What is that dark thing? Still coming head on?

 “Give him a shot of epinephrine, hurry up!”

“Welcome to the Olympics, be civilized and establish new trends!”

“Where is Director Liu? Ask if the operating room has been vacated. Hurry!”

 “My door is always open, and my arms are waiting for you.”

Jiang Qin suddenly felt a little dazzling in front of his eyes, a little noisy in his ears, his skin was a little hot, and his head was a little dizzy.

 Indistinctly, he saw a very beautiful little girl, about seventeen or eighteen years old.

She was wearing a fluffy floral dress, revealing a small section of her fair and smooth calves, a straight bridge of her nose, thin red lips, slender and curled eyelashes, and a pair of bright eyes.

Jiang Qin smiled.

During the years of working diligently to trade cars and villas for the big boss, he had never even dreamed of such a beautiful girl.

Such a beautiful girl, can she cry for a long time after being slapped?

“Jiang Qin, I really don't want to talk about friends, I'm sorry.”

Jiang Qin couldn't laugh anymore because he found that the girl in front of him became more and more vivid and clear.

Her floral dress was printed with Yano chrysanthemum, and she was standing gracefully on the red plastic runway, slightly blocking the sun with her arms that covered the snow, so that she would not be unable to open her eyes.

But even so, the hot weather still made this young and beautiful girl a little irritable.

"If you don't say anything, I'll take it as your consent. We are still good friends, right?"

Jiang Qin's eyebrows began to frown, and a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes.

She knows this girl. Chu Siqi was the class beauty in high school. She should be married now.

 After high school and college, I chased her for seven years and was almost rejected by her to the point where I doubted my life.

Actually, Jiang Qin is not a dog licker, and he can't do such a thing as a life-and-death struggle.

But the problem is that Chu Siqi has been constantly intervening in his life as a friend, telling him to do this and that, and not allowing him to date other girls. She gives him a little hope from time to time and throws two candies, which really disturbs the young Jiang. The torture was not light.

“I will consider becoming your girlfriend after my freshman year!”

“I didn't expect the coursework in my sophomore year to be so heavy. Let's talk about it in my junior year.”

“There are many competitions to participate in during my junior year, and I don't have time to fall in love.”

 It wasn't until the second semester of her junior year that she and a tall, thin boy came holding hands in couple's outfits.

That day, her face was full of gentleness, her eyes were as bright as stars, and she smiled and asked her boyfriend if he was handsome.

　　Since then, he has sealed his heart and never thought of falling in love again. Only then did he come up with the story that he reluctantly found someone to marry at the age of thirty-eight.

 In 2008, there was no concept of a spare tire. It was not until the Internet developed later that Jiang Qin realized that he was a spare tire.

She just couldn't find the right one for the time being, so she kept looking far and near to her. She would make fun of him when she was happy, and ignore him when she was unhappy.

 To put it bluntly, he is just a tool for her to pass the time when she is bored.

The past events were vivid in his mind, but Jiang Qin felt a little dizzy and tinnitus at this moment.

 The Chengnan High School in my memory, the class beauty of my girlhood.

Is this...rebirth?

 Still dreaming?

 If it is rebirth, then what? Why not?

Jiang Qin stretched out his hand tremblingly and scratched twice in the air without waking up any virtual screen.

Is this a false rebirth? Not even equipped with all the equipment?

“Jiang Qin, did you hear me? I really don't want to fall in love right now.”

 “Okay, I'll listen to you.”

Jiang Qin replied casually, and then closed his eyes, trying to see if he could awaken Golden Finger with his mind, but unfortunately, he failed. There really was no system.

Hearing his straightforward answer, Chu Siqi was a little surprised. Jiang Qin's attitude was full of indifference, which made her feel like a fist hitting cotton, in vain.

 “Did you not hear clearly? I just rejected you!”

 “I heard it, but I'm not deaf.”

 “Then...then you have nothing to say to me?”

Jiang Qin accepted the reality that there was no system, and his eyes fell on Chu Siqi's hand: "What is that thing in your hand?"

Chu Siqi raised the envelope in her hand arrogantly: "This is the love letter you just gave me. I already told you not to give it back. Please give it back. Don't write it next time."

 “Then can you give it back to me? I can use it.”

Jiang Qin took the love letter back without waiting for her to agree. Then he took out the page inside, crumpled it into a ball and stuffed it into his pocket. Then he unfolded the envelope, spread it flat on his knees, and started writing. Two lines of words.

　　Working for nothing, and staying with a rich woman if you can.

 You can make more money if you lose it, but you can make more money if you lose your conscience.

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 (End of this chapter)