In the early morning, the sunlight outside the window shines obliquely and sprinkles on the head of the bed. →
Jiang Qin suddenly opened his eyes, opened the door and ran to the bathroom. After squatting on the toilet for three minutes, he stood up dizzy and looked confused.
Damn it, I forgot that I was reborn. The problem of having diarrhea as soon as I woke up is long gone.
But now that I'm up, there's no point in going back to sleep.
Jiang Qin washed up, hung up the towel, went to the storage room downstairs to take out his bicycle, and then went to the Jeju City Library.
When he arrived at the second floor of the library, he saw Feng Nanshu at a glance.
This girl is wearing a black and white plaid skirt today, her long hair falls to her waist, her eyes are bright and clear, and she is standing on tiptoe to look for a book on the bookshelf. This posture makes her slender waist straighten, her body leans forward slightly, and her exquisite and graceful curves are clearly revealed.
"What are you looking for?"
"I want to read that book."
Feng Nanshu turned his head to look at him, and pointed his slender finger towards the upper row.
Jiang Qin walked over, helped her take the book down, and handed it to her. Then the two of them returned to the familiar corner and sat in familiar seats.
Then, Feng Nanshu opened her small leather bag, pulled out an ICBC card, and slapped it straight in front of him.
"Here you go!"
To be honest, Jiang Qin himself felt a little embarrassed.
It would be strange if a 38-year-old man had the nerve to borrow money from an 18-year-old girl.
In addition, the first thing Feng Nanshu did when she sat down was to take out the card, without even waiting for him to ask, which meant that she had always kept this matter in mind. →
This is more or less touching.
Jiang Qin picked up the bank card and pinched the card surface with his fingertips, but still felt it was a little unreal.
Just standing there and borrowing money?
He still remembers the time when he was fired and took the blame in 2016. He borrowed money everywhere to pay for the rent and was often looked down upon. Although it was not a psychological trauma, it was definitely a bad feeling for him.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
"Um... what's the password?"
"Six 8s."
Rich people's bank card passwords are really plain and simple. Jiang Qin put the card into his pocket and tapped it twice. He felt relieved only when he could feel the outline of the card through his pocket.
He wanted to ask how much money was in the money, but he hesitated and didn't dare to ask, because he always felt that asking like this was a bit impolite and seemed to have a strong purpose.
Never mind, whatever you have is fine.
However, the money deposited here should be the young lady's New Year's money, or pocket money, at most about 80,000 or 90,000 yuan, maybe even less.
He planned to use the money to trade for a month to see if he could double it, and then buy an old, dilapidated house in a busy area and earn some money from the demolition.
Then return the money to Feng Nanshu, see how much is left, and then start the real entrepreneurial plan.
"Have you applied for a bank card so early?"
"It's not mine. " Feng Nanshu said calmly.
Jiang Qin originally asked casually, but he was stunned when he heard the answer, then he widened his eyes: "This card is not yours, whose is it?"
Feng Nanshu raised his clear eyes: "I stole it from my father."
"You stole your father's money for me to spend?"
"But...can I?"
Feng Nanshu's expression was a little confused, as if he didn't know whether it was right to do so, so he threw the question to Jiang Qin.
Jiang Qin really couldn't be tricked anymore.
What kind of relationship would allow a young girl to steal her father's money to spend on herself?
Boy friend? fiancé? husband?
He couldn't think of any other possibilities besides these.
But the key problem is that he and Feng Nanshu are not really familiar with each other. Even though they are classmates in the same school, they are not in the same class. Although they read books and ate snacks together these days, they didn't talk much. The money is a bit hot to handle.
Jiang Qin hesitated for a long time, but finally took the card out of his pocket reluctantly and returned it to Feng Nanshu.
He was indeed short of money, because without money he couldn't accomplish anything, but he wanted to seduce a young girl who was inexperienced in the world to steal money from home? Is this guy still a human being?
"You don't want to lend it anymore?" Feng Nanshu was a little confused.
"I'm afraid you'll be scolded when you get home, so forget it."
Feng Nanshu shook his head coldly: "No, my father has a lot of cards, it won't be noticeable if one is missing."
Jiang Qin still waved his hands: "If it was your money, I would lend it, but taking without asking is stealing."
"Will you pay it back?"
"Of course I will."
"If you pay it back, it's borrowing," Feng Nanshu said with certainty.
Hearing this, Jiang Qin hesitated.
At this moment, it seemed as if there was a little man on his left shoulder, urging him to accept it. Anyway, as long as he paid the money before being discovered, it would be fine, and he would not run away with the money.
Jiang Qin, ah Jiang Qin, have you forgotten why you felt so regretful in your previous life? This is the rule of this world, the brave will die of overeating and the timid will die of starvation.
Besides, borrowing money is not stealing money. At least it is legitimate and has nothing to do with your own moral standards.
Jiang Qin was convinced by himself, picked up the card again, and took Feng Nanshu to the bank.
Because Feng Nanshu didn't know how much money was in it and was extremely confused, but Jiang Qin felt that since she was the creditor, it was necessary for her to know the specific amount.
Then again, what on earth is this girl thinking?
Isn't he afraid that he is cheating her, saying there are 50,000 when there are 100,000, and 30,000 when there are 50,000, and taking out all the hidden amounts, leaving her with no place to cry?
When he checked at the bank, Jiang Qin realized that poverty really limited his imagination.
Return fifty or one hundred thousand?
1234567…
the number of digits alone is too numerous to count!
Jiang Qin opened his eyes wide and looked at Feng Nanshu in disbelief, thinking to himself, you rich people really don't take money seriously, right?
More than six million are all in a bank card, and the password is six eights. If it is lost, won't I have to pay a huge compensation?
Feng Nanshu was also looking at the screen at this time. After a while, she raised her hand expressionlessly and pointed at the string of numbers on the screen.
"Wow, you have a lot of money."
"???????"
After returning from the bank, Jiang Qin sat at his desk in silence. He always felt that today's experience was more absurd than his rebirth.
But no matter what, the issue of the first pot of gold has been perfectly resolved. He doesn't even need to be so cautious in starting a business and can just do it in a bold way.
Buy an old and dilapidated house and wait for it to be demolished. After making some money, invest in stocks and then do some business. Starting a business is so easy.
At this moment, Feng Nanshu suddenly put down the book in his hand, looked at him with clear eyes, as if he had something to say.
Jiang Qin came back to his senses a little: "What's wrong?"
"I want to be friends with you, and I hope you won't be ungrateful." Feng Nanshu's expression was very serious.
"????"
Jiang Qin's face was full of question marks, not quite sure what this was all about.
But then he saw clearly the title of the book he had picked up for Feng Nanshu - "How to Make Good Friends Quickly and Effectively".
Jiang Qin's brain froze for a moment, and he glanced at Feng Nanshu who seemed a little nervous. Then he slapped his forehead and felt that the situation suddenly became clear.
Which bastard spread rumors that she was aloof?
This girl is obviously a natural idiot and has social anxiety!
"Actually... we are already friends."
"When can you take me out to play?"
"..."