Money is a good thing, Zhang Kun admitted, Zhang Kun also loves money, or rather, everyone in this world loves money. At the very least, Zhang Kun has never met someone who doesn't love money.

For example, when the wealth has reached the level of Old Man Lu and Cui Chuanchang, they don't see them and say that they regard money as dung.

Although at their level, more money and less money are almost equivalent to a set of numbers, but they are always trying to make that set of numbers as much as possible, and for no reason, the pursuit of wealth can make people pursue survival, which has almost become an instinct.

I used to hear the saying that money may not be everything, but without money, it is absolutely impossible.

So, it's right to love money, but if you love money to the point of asking for money to death, it's really boring.

When he saw Qi Xiangyang for the first time, Zhang Kunben went up with a smile and wanted to ask for directions, but before Zhang Kun could speak, he ushered in a cold "I don't know" three words, and a breath of rejection from thousands of miles away immediately came to his face.

Later, under the guidance of Yao Zhiping, Zhang Kun paid 100 yuan to buy a copper coin, and then he got the path to Panjiayuan 20 Courtyard.

What is this 100 dollars?

That's right, it's the money to buy the road.

Zhang Kun believes that if he doesn't pay for something, then he won't want to hear half a word from that guy even if he wears out his mouth.

In ancient times, there was a good man in the green forest, who occupied the mountain as the king. Standing on the avenue, the nine-ring knife in his hand was raised, and he was wearing a rough and bold coat, revealing his thick chest hair, and then roared with a fierce look: "I opened this mountain, I planted this tree, if you want to pass from here, leave the money to buy the road." ”

Well, this is also the money to buy the road, but people at least pay something, this rough coat doesn't need money? The nine-ring knife doesn't need money?

At least people have to pay, and they have to risk being beheaded to earn that vote.

This Qi Xiangyang is good, but he touches his mouth up and down, and in a few words, Zhang Kun will be gone with a hundred oceans.

If you want to say a hundred yuan, Zhang Kun doesn't care, although after taking over the courtyard, Zhang Kun almost returned to the era of extreme poverty, but Zhang Kun didn't care about a few hundred yuan, but Zhang Kun was angry with Qi Xiangyang's attitude.

You said that if you are kind enough to guide me on the way, I will be grateful, and look at what I like at the stall, and it is not a matter to buy one for 1,800 yuan. But if you have to wait for me to buy something, it won't taste right.

Yesterday, Zhang Kun went to Qi Pengfei's house, although he didn't enter the house, but after a few glances, he could see that the Qi family was not rich, so Zhang Kun could understand the idea of trying to make money.

Zhang Kun has not been poor, when he was in high school before, Zhang Kun didn't have much money around him, and he paid the little living expenses given by his father every semester.

5,000 yuan, only about 3,000 yuan left after paying tuition fees or something, and after six months, the average monthly is only about 500 yuan, and in addition to water and electricity, the living expenses are really only so lost.

Often after school, when he passes by the delicious food, smelling the tempting fragrance, Zhang Kun will swallow his saliva. But looking at the price tag of five or six yuan at every turn, and then looking at his deflated wallet, Zhang Kun always thought, tomorrow, tomorrow I must come to taste it.

This pushes tomorrow today, tomorrow pushes the day after tomorrow, and then, and then there is no then. Until the stall left, Zhang Kun never bought it.

What's the trouble, it's not just the money.

So Zhang Kun thought that he must make a lot of money in the future, at least so that if he meets something he likes to eat, he will no longer have to hesitate because his wallet is not thick enough. So later, when I worked in the hospital, I received 20,000 or 30,000 yuan a month, which really made Zhang Kunxi not want it.

In Zhang Kun's equivalent exchange, it can be exchanged for a lot of delicious food.

But when it came to Qi Xiangyang, the taste was not right. I can understand your desire to make money, but you can't die for money.

You say, I'll just ask for directions, if you want to know, that is, the things that touch up and down the mouth, you help casually, and you have nothing to lose, why do you have to see money so much?

Isn't it good to help others and do a good deed every day?

I've helped a lot of people, okay, most of them are ghosts, but I didn't see me and asked for any reward, just Liu Chengde's 10 million, in the end, Zhang Kun accepted it in order to repair the school for Shiqiao Primary School, and more often, Zhang Kun put it upside down.

Well, as the saying goes, don't do to others what you don't want to do to others, and don't do to others what you want, but at the very least, you don't want to die so hard to ask for money, people are in the eyes of money.

In short, aligning Xiangyang, Zhang Kun doesn't like it, he doesn't like it very much. If it was not necessary, Zhang Kun didn't want to see him again.

But today, Zhang Kun had to come, and he had to come as a wild big fat sheep, and then personally deliver the butcher knife to that annoying guy, no way, who made him Qi Pengfei's grandson. Although I don't know if it's biological or adopted, but, whatever.

Zhang Kun thought about it while looking for the traces of the nasty ghost, and then finally found the stall full of patina after ten minutes.

Seeing that annoying figure in the distance, Zhang Kun pursed his lips, but in order to fulfill Yao Zhiping's wish, Zhang Kun still reluctantly cleaned up his mood, and then waited until his face returned to normal a little, and then slowly walked over.

When Zhang Kun walked over, Qi Xiangyang was reading a book, his eyes couldn't take his eyes off, and he seemed to be quite energetic, but because of the angle, Zhang Kun couldn't see what book Qi Xiangyang was reading.

When Zhang Kun stood in front of the stall, Qi Xiangyang raised his head and took a look, but after seeing that it was Zhang Kun, the corners of his eyes seemed to move, and then he didn't even open his mouth, so he lowered his head again and read his book.

Seeing this, the corners of Zhang Kun's mouth couldn't help but tremble.

You said that you are a dead guy who wants money, my wild big fat sheep comes to the door, and you don't entertain you well, such an expressionless look, you are afraid that I will not turn around and leave, right?

I express my deep dislike for a guy like you who wants to make money and has no professional ethics or service quality.

Damn, if you weren't Qi Pengfei's grandson, I'll take care of you.

After despising Qi Xiangyang fiercely in his heart, Zhang Kun turned his head to look at the bronze cooking tripod that was still placed in the most conspicuous place of the stall.

Zhang Kun smacked his lips, then slowly squatted down, looking at the bronze cooking tripod with a pair of eyes.

It's still so antique, ripe and transparent, even if it's so far away, Zhang Kun faintly smells a trace of earthy smell, how do you look at it and feel it, but how can this thing be fake?

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