Walking out of the dormitory door, An Ran's footsteps suddenly paused again, and he looked back at the dormitory where he had lived for four years, and it was impossible to come back after this walk.

Even if he came back, the dormitory might still be this dormitory, but it was impossible to give him a hint of the feeling he had at this time.

took out his mobile phone, took a few photos, and rarely posted them to Moments, and specially accompanied the text:

"Slipped!"

Click send, wave your sleeves, and walk downstairs safely.

At the west gate, getting in the car, it took Enron more than ten minutes to read all the not thick dictionaries, 10,000 times the learning effect, sure enough, if it was changed to a few years ago, let alone the fourth level, the sixth level is trivial.

Put the English dictionary on the seat next to him, look out the window, the countdown is almost over, there are no books to read, An Ran thought about it and took out his mobile phone to open the circle of friends.

He doesn't have many WeChat friends, most of them are college classmates, as well as colleagues in the studio, as for high school, middle school and primary school, there are more only QQ.

The rest are basically elder relatives!

In recent years, smartphones have become popular, and rural areas that play WeChat account for a large proportion of the population.

Enron's Moments permission is not specially set, so everyone can see it.

As soon as I opened it, several prompts immediately popped up in the circle of friends.

There are likes, this part of the people is very miscellaneous, mostly some people who poked it easily, unfamiliar colleagues, and some classmates.

In the comment area, most of them are acquaintances.

"Living?"

"Where are you going to go after graduation?

"How's the work? I heard you fell out with the studio?"

An Ran glanced at it, these three people were all classmates in the same class, and they belonged to ordinary classmates.

Enron didn't plan to go back.

Flipping down further, there are a few studio colleagues, Enron and the studio have an unpleasant quarrel, everyone knows that there are very few people who can send messages.

But there was actually a Zhou Yi, and An Ran looked at it curiously: "An Ran, where is He Lulu?"

Through the screen, An Ran seemed to see Zhou Yi's distorted face.

This guy hasn't given up yet, but didn't He Lulu ask for leave?

An Ran blinked, he was a little sympathetic to Zhou Yi, he couldn't see a few catties and taels clearly, how could He Lulu look at an ordinary Zhou Yi?

Continuing down, I finally saw a safe one that lit up in front of me:

Little fairy: "Senior, don't forget my coffee!"

An Ran was about to tease the little fairy, when suddenly a voice message popped up on WeChat.

"He Lulu?" An Ran's face was wonderful.

As soon as the voice message was turned on, He Lulu's voice immediately sounded: "An Ran, what's the matter with you, why did you fall out with the studio?"

An Ran pouted, sure enough, good things don't go out, and bad things spread thousands of miles.

I fell out with the studio yesterday, and today I will know about several boxes of classmates.

After hesitating for a moment, An Ran still replied: "It's not a big deal, I just don't want to do it!"

He Lulu: "......"

After a series of dots, He Lulu quickly said: "Okay, you don't know, the studio almost blew up after you left, if it weren't for Qin Guokai's cleverness and timely welfare, it is estimated that many people would have to resign!"

“……”

After chatting a few more words, An Ran looked at the gate of Greentown, and then casually made an excuse to end the chat.

"Wait a minute, I want to go to the mall!" An Ran commanded Li Chenxia.

"Okay, Mr. An!" Li Chengxia didn't ask much, and immediately found a place and turned the head of the car.

It's still Wanbo Mall, but unlike last time, this time there is only Enron alone.

"When you want to buy things when you have money, you really feel different when you want to buy things when you don't have money!" Looking at the dazzling array of goods in the mall, An Ran sighed slightly.

When you don't have money, you need to calculate your expenses first, and then you have to calculate your maximum purchasing power, living expenses retention, reserve fund retention, and pickle girl special fund retention.

Then there is another screening of the items you want to buy.

The rejection of excessive prices is not an urgent need for rejection, useless rejection, and uncost-effective rejection.

Well, so you don't want to buy anything at the end of the day.

This is probably one of the reasons why boys are reluctant to accompany girls to go shopping.

It's not that I don't want to, but the wallet doesn't allow it!

And with money it's different.

An Ran looked at a massage chair shop not far away, and his eyes lit up.

His parents are almost fifty years old, and the physical fitness of rural people will not be bad, but after a lifetime of hard work, An Ran feels that when he is rich, he naturally needs to let the second elder enjoy it.

"Replace all the seats in the private theater and replace them with massage chairs, and it will be comfortable to watch TV dramas in the cinema when the time comes!" An Ran thought about it, the more he felt that this idea was good.

His mother's favorite thing to watch in her spare time is soap operas, family comedies and the like.

He didn't know much about massage chairs, so he looked at a few in a row, and then went back and looked again!

So many salesmen didn't bother to see him enter the door in the end.

"Hey, I'm so stupid!" walked past a massage chair shop again, looked at the salesman at the door and glanced at him with rolled eyes, smiled peacefully, and didn't care.

"Excuse me, how much do you sell for the most expensive massage chairs here?" An Ran asked.

The corners of the sales lady's mouth twitched, but there were rules in the store, and she didn't dare not answer the customer, otherwise she would be uncomfortable with a complaint.

"If you want to buy it, I'll give you the lowest price for the most expensive massage chair here, 300,000!"

"Okay!" An Ran wrote down, and then walked to the next one, the same question, but this one is 250,000.

There are a total of four massage chair shops, and Enron quickly had the answer, 300,000, 250,000, 280,000, and 380,000.

"Since you don't understand, let's buy the most expensive one!" Enron's idea was simple.

You get what you pay for, and the management of Wanbo Mall is also very strict, and it is impossible to deceive consumers.

Although cost performance can be one of the shopping indicators, it does not mean that the expensive price is worse than the high cost performance, right?

He walked directly into the 380,000 massage chair shop.

The store is very large, and the sales lady looked at An Ran, who entered the store for the fourth time, the corners of her mouth twitched, and then squeezed out a smile.

"Hello, do you need any help?"

"I need a girlfriend!" An Ran saw the little lady in front of him blush, and immediately lowered his head to look away, he couldn't help but be a little amused.

Shouldn't those engaged in sales be like Patek Philippe's young lady surnamed Zhang?

"Well, help me pack fifteen of these massage chairs!" An Ran walked to the center of the store and pointed to the most expensive massage chair.

The private cinema of the villa has only fifteen seats, not that more cannot be added, but that there is no need.

"Huh?" The sales lady finally came back to her senses, looked at An Ran with a na, and didn't react for a while: "First ...... What did you just say, sir?"

"Pack, fifteen pieces!" An Ran pursed his lips, pointed to the massage chair and said, "By the way, help me send it to Greentown." ”

Fifteen massage chairs, An Ran naturally won't get them back by himself.

"Uh, sir, are you sure you're not joking?" asked the sales lady with a frown.

She is working time, just went to work, and is still in the internship period, so she naturally doesn't want to waste a lot of time, and when she finally collects the money, the other party suddenly says, I'm sorry, I just kidding.