"Dao Chief. ”

The young fat man walked over with a public face.

Up close, Chen Yang found that his eyes were full of tiredness, his eye circles were dark, and he looked like he had been on a plane for several days in a row + insomnia.

Excessive fatigue drained all the strength in his body.

The last 800-meter mountain road seemed to be the last straw that crushed him.

Chen Yang was afraid that he would fall at the door of the Taoist temple in the next second and become the first pilgrim to die suddenly because of incense.

"Is the donor alright?"

"I'm fine, I'm just... Come and put incense, yes, I'm here to put incense. ”

The young fat man nodded, and Chen Yang said, "Shangxiang is here." ”

Standing under the door of the Taoist temple, the young fat man's tangled brows slowly stretched out a lot.

After entering the Taoist temple, he seemed to have regained some strength, and walked into the main hall quickly.

Burn incense and worship God, and kneel for a quarter of an hour...

Chen Yang was a little anxious to wait, and he had to go down the mountain to get money to buy red envelopes.

"Dao Chief, don't you leave me alone, let me be alone for a while, okay? ”

"Good. ”

Chen Yang walked down the hall and sat in the backyard playing with his mobile phone.

"A lottery player in Lingshan City, a crazy roll of five million jackpots!"

"A lottery player in Lingshan City, crazy six million jackpot!"

"A lottery player in Lingshan City, a crazy 70 million jackpot!"

"Lingshan City ......"

"You want to trick me into buying lottery tickets again. ”

Chen Yang pursed his lips, and at this time, the mobile phone suddenly rang.

"Who?"

"Hello, is it Daoist Chen of Lingshan Taoist Temple?"

"It's poor. ”

"My name is Ma Fei, Ma Nanjing is my brother, he told me, the Taoist wants to build a house here?"

"Yes, we want to build a Wong Tai Sin Temple. ”

"Are there any drawings?"

"Wait a minute. ”

Chen Yang immediately asked: "System, do you sell any drawings?"

"Yes. ”

Chen Yang grabbed his phone again: "There are drawings." ”

"Okay, then I'll go over and see the ground tomorrow. ”

"Tomorrow?"

"Don't you have time?"

"There is time. ”

After hanging up the phone, Chen Yang hurriedly contacted Shu Ya: "Donor, Poor Dao has some things to deal with tomorrow, Song Xueming's wedding can't be attended, can you ask your younger brother to hand over red envelopes for Poor Dao?"

Shu Ya: "Okay, no problem. ”

"Thank you. ”

"Dao Chief, don't be so polite. ”

Chen Yang didn't have to go down the mountain, he > directly

He didn't really want to go to the wedding.

He didn't understand, why did Fa Ming invite him to his wedding?

Can seeing himself make his wedding more enjoyable?

What a perverted mentality.

"Filthy Dirt~"

Suddenly there was a cry from the front.

Big Ash looked up: "Abbot, it seems that someone is crying." ”

Chen Yang said: "I heard it. ”

When he got up and went over, he saw the young fat man kneeling on the ground, already crying.

Chen Yang thought for a while, walked up and comforted: "Why is the donor crying? Even if life is difficult, we should move forward bravely." Living is a practice, and don't be overly obsessed. ”

The young fat man shook his head: "Dao Chief, you don't understand, you don't understand." ”

Chen Yang said: "It's true that the poor Dao doesn't understand, but the poor Daoist is so sad that you must have encountered a setback, so it's better to talk to the poor Dao." ”

A lot of people, under pressure, just need an opening to talk to.

Psychological counselors also listen to each other most of the time.

As long as you are willing to speak up, the pressure can be released.

The young fat man wiped his tears and pointed to his fat face: "Dao Chief, do you remember me?"

"Huh?" Chen Yang stared at carefully: "It's a little familiar." ”

"Sure enough, sure enough, it's all like this, you're all so realistic. ”

"Even you, Dao Chief, are so realistic. ”

Chen Yang: "???"

The young fat man said: "My name is Peng Qiang, and the big boss brought us here at the last God of Wealth Festival." ”

Chen Yang was stunned, no wonder he was familiar, he had really seen it.

However, how can you cry like this?

Chen Yang knew that something must have happened to him, and comforted: "Donors don't have to be too sad, there are no hurdles in life that can't be overcome." ”

"Dao Chief, you don't understand, you really don't understand. ”

"The donor said, don't you understand the poor way?"

Peng Qiang hesitated for a while, his eyes gradually loosened, and said, "My job is gone." ”

Lost your job?

I see.

Chen Yang felt that he had touched the essence of the problem.

This is a poor office worker, Chen Yang instantly made up countless sad pictures in his brain.

The young fat man worked at the desk late at night, but because of some negligence, he was fired by his strict boss.

"You can continue to look for a job, you are still young, you don't need to worry about money......"

"I'm not in a hurry for money. ”

"???" Chen Yang asked, "That's..."

Peng Qiang asked, "Daoist, do you think rich people are happy?"

Chen Yang didn't speak, he vaguely realized that the script was not quite right.

Peng Qiang asked himself: "They all say that rich people are happy, but I am not happy at all." ”

"You're rich?" Chen Yang couldn't help but interject.

Peng Qiang said: "Dao Chief, let me tell you a story. ”

"You say. ”

"A long time ago, there was a little boy, he was about ten years old, and the teacher asked him, what is your dream when you grow up, and he said, I want to make a lot of money. ”

Many years later, this little boy grew up, he graduated, joined the work, got a salary of 3,000 yuan a month, and every day after work, he passed by the new community on Central Road, and he would fantasize about when he would be able to buy a house here. ”

Just last month, the boy talked about his girlfriend for a year and a half, broke up with the boy, and threw himself into the arms of a rich second generation. ”

"The boy is very sad ......"

Chen Yang asked, "This boy is you?"

Peng Qiang nodded: "Yes, it's me." ”

Chen Yang was even more confused.

Peng Qiang said: "Last month, after I broke up with my girlfriend, I was lost for a while, and at that time I said to myself, I must be angry and strong, I must make a lot of money." ”

"Half a month later, I bought three houses in Lingshan City and bought the first sports car in my life. ”

"Shi ......" Chen Yang wanted to ask, is there something missing in the middle?

Peng Qiang raised his hand to interrupt: "Daoist Chief, listen to me." ”

"I called my ex-girlfriend, drove a sports car to her, and showed her my purchase contract, my deposit, my car keys. ”

"I know she regrets it, but she's strong, she's still smiling, and she wishes me better and better. ”

"Dao Chief, do you know how uncomfortable I felt when I came out of the three-star Michelin restaurant and got into a Lamborghini sports car with more than a million dollars?"

"I always thought that if I had money, I would be happy, but I wasn't happy at all!"

"Ever since I had money, all my friends and relatives who hadn't been in touch for a long time came to me to borrow money. ”

"When I see them groveling in front of me, I feel a little bit of pleasure, but more of a disgust. ”

"For half a month, I opened my eyes every day in the presidential suite of a five-star hotel, and then went to Morita to ask the best Tony teacher to do my hair, and went to Deji Plaza to buy luxury goods that I didn't need......"

"Daoist, you don't know that this kind of life is about to torture me to collapse. ”

Peng Qiang inserted his hands into the hair dyed with hairspray and made by Mr. Tony, and his facial features were distorted and full of pain.

Chen Yang pondered for a while, and asked seriously: "Are you dreaming?"