Zhao Song always wonders, will honest people turn into scumbags after too much experience?
When Wen Jing showed a sad expression after receiving the text message, Zhao Song knew that what he had been looking forward to for more than a month had happened. However, why was there no joy in his heart?
Could it be that I don’t have enough experience to be qualified to bear the title of ‘scumbag’ that everyone aspires to?
Zhao Song couldn't help but feel sad. It turned out that he, like Wei Jiawei, had the soul of an honest person engraved in his bones.
Thinking of Wei Jiawei again, that boy was no longer in shape now. Zhao Song quickly shook his head and dismissed him from his mind.
Today is Tuesday, and it is rare for the accounting department to have no classes all day long. As soon as Zhao Song got up, he ran to get approval early - today was the day agreed with Boss Sun to pick up the goods.
Zhao Song did not rush to find Boss Sun, but stopped in front of a counter and looked inside greedily.
In his previous life, Zhao Song, who was in his 30s, once described his round and fat body, coupled with his thick limbs, from a distance, he looked like a walking bastard. My old Zhao said it well, he has a big head and a thick neck, not a big body.
Money means a cook; Zhao Song didn't want to be a cook, so he wanted to wear a gold chain to show that he was rich, but unfortunately he didn't have the money...
"Boss, how much does the middle one weigh?"
"323 grams."
Zhao Song nodded with satisfaction. It was big enough and heavy enough. It looked like a wealthy person!
"Boss, would you like to give me a real price as a student?"
The boss didn't wear a gold chain, but he had a big head and a thick neck. He seemed to be a gangster.
"188."
Zhao Song frowned, very dissatisfied, and said: "68."
The cook boss raised his eyebrows and said, "Take the one next to 68! This one is from Shajin!"
"I know this is alluvial gold. I don't dare to take the one next to me. Taking a bath can turn the entire pool of people into eighteen bronze men!"
"Expert!"
Zhao Song looked at him warily, "I don't have Yida!"
"More."
"88!"
"make a deal!"
Wearing the gold chain almost bent Zhao Song's waist. It took him several breaths before he gradually got used to the weight on his neck.
….
Boss Sun looked at Zhao Song, at the gold chain, and then at the cloth bag in his hand. He sighed with a hint of despair and said, "Zhao Song, how picky do you have to be~"
Zhao Song opened the cloth bag and checked it carefully before feeling relieved.
"Uncle, how much does it cost?"
Boss Sun thought about it for a long time, but couldn't decide what to pay attention to. He said with a headache: "Everyone wants Rolex or Longines A. It's better for you, Tissot!
And there are really people out there who have nothing to do and make something super A-grade.
This genuine watch is only over 1,000 yuan, how can I ask for it?”
Zhao Song chuckled and did not answer.
Boss Sun sighed and said, "I'll keep the payment and give you the watch. Don't let me look for the little things in the future."
Zhao Song was overjoyed, handed the money he had prepared in advance to Boss Sun, picked up two sacks of Tesla T-shirts and left.
After putting things on the Jinbei car, Zhao Song called Wen Jing...
……….
Wen Jing's home is in a magical place in Kyoto. It decides what tens of millions of Kyoto people eat every day.
That's where it is - Nanxinfadi.
Zhao Song didn't know how big it was. Just think about it. Even Fuji apples have a trading place as big as the Zhonghai Market. You can imagine how big the entire Nanxinfadi is.
Anyone can start a small business here. Become a big boss here... This is a place that is related to the food safety of tens of millions of people.
Zhao Song doesn't know how awesome the cultural boss (fictional) is, and he doesn't want to know. He only knows that Wen Jing is a top-notch white rich little beauty who is not weaker than anyone else. He takes care of him carefully, because he doesn't
Carefully accomplished what all otakus want to do after 18 years - have a white, rich and beautiful friend who can be touched casually.
Wenjing's home is located in a quiet and remote place, a cluster of bungalow buildings. Ordinary people passing by would only think of it as an office. Who would have thought that the entire yard is a family residence?
Zhao Song also didn't expect that with Wen Jing and Wen Jing's eight cousins watching eagerly, he tremblingly welcomed Wen Jing into the Jinbei car, and quickly fled in the disdainful eyes of a group of people.
Wen Jing put on her seat belt funny and asked: "Where are we going today?"
"Where haven't you been?"
Wen Jing thought about it carefully and shook her head.
"That's why dating a rich girl like you is the most troublesome thing. I don't know about high-end places and I can't get into them.
You have visited all the fun places.
After thinking about it for a long time, I decided to take you to the place where I grew up. There, the car my dad takes to get to get off work every day is 30 times more expensive than your dad’s Lincoln!”
……….
Zhao Song was talking about the oil field. It was a two-hour journey from Kyoto to there, and the two of them were chatting and laughing along the way. It was not boring.
Two hours later.
Wen Jing looked around excitedly on a high support platform in a special vehicle for the oil industry that even money could not buy.
"Zhao Song, what does your dad do? He allowed us to come up here."
"...Scheduling."
"What?" Before Wen Jing finished speaking, a voice came from the intercom on the platform.
"Zhao Song, you two hide, there are leaders in front checking..."
Zhao Song quickly pulled Wen Jing down and lay quietly on the platform.
Zhao Song sneered and whispered: "The driver is my dad's apprentice. So the two of us can come up. It's different from your dad who goes everywhere openly. I have to hide it a little bit."
Wen Jing was still excited and asked in a low voice: "Zhao Song, what is that swaying over there?"
"Oil extraction machine, everyone calls it a kowtow machine. It is used for oil extraction."
"What's burning on the tall iron pillar over there?"
"The consumption rate of natural gas is equivalent to taking it as the center of a circle with a diameter of ten meters, and people walking around in a circle and throwing 10 yuan bills out."
"Such a waste?" Wen Jing asked in surprise, "It would be great to keep it for filling."
"...There is oil below, and it is very dangerous to extract the oil if the natural gas is not drained... We can't wait to slowly develop such a small amount of natural gas."
"Zhao Song. What's that big piece over there?"
"In the oil field family area, where I grew up, there are schools, hospitals, police stations, and everything. It's like a besieged city.
As long as you are a child of the oil field, no matter how bad the school you go to, your job will be solved."
Wen Jing was silent for a long time before saying, "Zhao Song, you don't want to take me to meet my parents, do you?"
Zhao Song was silent for a long time and then said: "My parents are retired in Shantang City and we are in Haitang County."
Wen Jing was silent for a long time, and said expectantly: "Is there no other purpose for bringing me here?"
Zhao Song said nothing and pressed the intercom, "Uncle Wen, we are going down."
………..
Sitting on the Jinbei, Zhao Song took Wenjing to see the school where he graduated, saw the residential building where he once lived, and ate the big stuffed Chaos that he had grown up with since he was a snack.
It wasn't until the sun was about to set that the two of them embarked on their journey back to Kyoto.
"You see, if I go to college honestly and then go home after graduation, I can live a monotonous but very prosperous life because I am a kid from the oil field; if I go to college honestly and want to escape this siege, I will stay in Kyoto after graduation.
Living a hard-working life from three to five.
In both cases, I couldn't run into you. But, I did run into you!"
Wen Jing tilted her head and said, "So?"
Zhao Song said shamelessly: "That's why I want to treat you as a fallback option. If you are down and out and have no money in the future, you have to take me in!"
“………….”
After a long time, the Jinbei train passed the Bailu Toll Station.
Wen Jingcai said with a smile in her eyes: "Zhao Song, I really like your shameless look!"
"Thank you, I also like your cute and silly look." Zhao Song put his right hand on her thigh.
As night fell, the Jinbei car slowly entered Nanxinfadi...
Looking at the door of the house getting closer and closer, Wenjing asked quietly: "Zhao Song, which one of us is the fool? We have done everything we should do, what is the difference if we keep that film?"
"Ahem~" Zhao Song choked. I think what you said makes sense.
But there is still a difference, that is whether your father will kill me.
"I'll spend time with my parents at home tomorrow, and I'll see you off the day after tomorrow. Come in quickly." After saying that, Zhao Song fled in a hurry.
……..
Cultural mansion.
Wen Wenhua and his wife sat on the sofa and watched Wen Jing walk in.
Wen Wen asked meaningfully: "Did you have a good time?"
Wen Jing's face was calm, and she no longer looked silly and sweet when she was staying with Zhao Song.
"Very happy."
Wen Wenhua also nodded happily and asked expectantly: "As long as you are happy, have you communicated with that kid?"
Wen Jing was silent for a while, then suddenly laughed: "He has never asked about you, and he changed the subject when I mentioned it.
His attitude is very clear, Dad, he will not participate in anything that makes him unhappy."
Culture's face darkened.
Wen Jing nodded in greeting to the woman sitting next to him, and the woman nodded in surprise.
"Zhao Song is always happy. I have been very happy for more than a month now. Dad, thank you. I have learned a lot through him." After saying that, Wen Jing walked to her room.
"Dad, I can't participate in such a big family business as a woman. While you are young, you should have a brother with your aunt as soon as possible."
Wen Wenhua suddenly raised his head and looked at Wen Jing's back in disbelief. The woman next to him stretched out her hand and shook his hand tightly.