"Or someone can shelter me for one night and end up on the streets. Song Qian sent another message.

However, the group completely ignored this news, and only when he was pretending to be forced, he either continued to talk about the big red envelopes, or talked about other topics. The way the local tyrant pretends to be forced is always so different. In short, today is a good day, the group owner sent a big red envelope, everyone is high!

I took Lao Tzu's red envelope, but I actually ignored Lao Tzu's words?! To say that half of this group is from Lingcheng, take him in and die a night?

Swipe - another 10 copies of the password red envelope was sent out.

"Warmly welcome the street owners to my home"

"Warmly welcome the street owners to my home"

……

Ten red envelopes were snatched up in an instant.

However, the next scene made Song Qian's whole person feel bad: these guys who gave the password and grabbed the red envelope withdrew the password one after another. That's how the red fruit was withdrawn!

"The local tyrant posted a photo of himself on the street?"

"I guess the crowd is on the streets of Dubai, picking up gold. ”

"Strongly ask to send photos of people living on the streets, is it a luxury car on the road, surrounded by beautiful women?"

Gritting his teeth and being ruthless, Song Qian directly took a photo of the current self-service bank and sent it, and by the way, he also sent the positioning.

"Whoever takes in the God of Wealth at night will have a reward of 10,000!" Song Qian believed that there would be a brave man under the heavy reward.

However, the reaction of the book friends once again made Song Qian collapse.

"The author is really a local tyrant, his family runs a bank, and there are four ATMs!"

"I'm also in Lingcheng, I didn't eat the last meal, I begged the local tyrants to take me in, warm the bed, and clean the toilet, it's okay. ”

"Maybe the local tyrant is tired of the luxurious life and wants to experience the suffering of the common people, 10,000 bounty, who will try it? and the address. ”

"Wait for me to rent a car and drive over to pick up the group leader to come to my house. ”

"Joke, you have to rent a plane and drive over. ”

"I have a plane, who will fly the plane come over and help. ”

"Can you jerk off?"

……

By this point, Song Qian had been completely disappointed in this group of open-minded book friends. No matter how serious and serious they are, in their opinion, they are either pretending to be forced or pretending to be fancy to be forced.

In short, the group once again took the topic away.

It's no wonder, who can believe that a man who has a balance of 100,000 yuan in his card and sends hundreds or thousands of red envelopes at every turn will only have one dollar left in his pocket, and will be reduced to grabbing food with beggars and sleeping on the road at night?

For myself, I also think that this forced pretense is really a failure.

Yu Yu quit the group chat, Song Qian thought that maybe he could try it with other authors, borrow some money, and then pay it back with the amount of scattered wealth. Other than that, he didn't think of any more viable monetization methods. It's all because this street came too suddenly, and there was no preparation at all.

Just as I was flipping through the address book, a temporary dialog box from a friend in the group popped up.

Cao Nima?!Song Qian was stunned for a moment, and quickly clicked on it.

"The author is great, did you run away from home?"

Song Qian was stunned, what does this mean? I don't understand it at all.

A few seconds later, Cao Nima sent another message: "The place you photographed is the Huatai Bank 24-hour self-service bank on Renmin Middle Road, right?"

Song Qian saw that he really believed in himself, so he sent an affirmative expression with tears in his eyes. It seems that this "Cao Nyima", who robbed himself of nearly 500 red envelopes, still has a bit of conscience. As long as he takes him in, he will definitely give him a bounty of 10,000, oh no, 50,000, and then be angry with those guys who watch the fun.

"I guess you fell out with your family, ran out alone, and didn't bring a card, so you can only send red envelopes, and you can't withdraw cash, right?"

Uh! Song Qian suddenly felt that the painting style was a little wrong.

Moreover, he vaguely felt that this "Cao Nima" might be a woman: ordinary men don't have so many romantic feelings, and the rich second generation ran away from home without a card or anything, so a girl who has read too many overbearing president novels can come up with it.

"Sister, my brother really has no place to live, he is in this self-service bank at night, can he take it in for one night?" Girls generally have sympathy.,Whether you think you're a rich second generation running away from home.,Or a real dick sleeping on the street.,In the end, it's good to be willing to take it in.。

Who knows, after the message was sent, the other party did not react - for five minutes, there was no reply.

Yes, she was a fool again, and she also grabbed two big red envelopes. Song Qian felt that he had lost home. It seems that the night can really only be made up in this self-service bank.

Fortunately, as the night deepened, there were fewer and fewer people entering and leaving the self-service bank, and Song Qian was also used to the strange eyes of everyone looking at him, so he read the novel by himself.

……

In a café across the street from the 24-hour self-service bank on Renmin Road of Huatai Bank, two girls are drinking tea and chatting.

"Cao Niuzi!" a girl with short ear-length hair nodded the table with her beautifully decorated nails, prompting her best friend: The two of them drank tea and chatted together, but this girl was holding her mobile phone and had been snubbing herself for more than ten minutes.

"Chen Jie, don't argue, I just grabbed more than 400 red envelopes, and now I'm talking to the local tyrant. ”

"More than 400 red envelopes knocked you down? How much money did the loser of Huatai Bank spend on you? You don't even give people a good face, now 400 red envelopes are happy like this, do you say you are cheap?!" Chen Jie spitted and fell.

"I like you to say he's a loser, but don't mention that guy. Cao Niuzi showed an obviously displeased expression.

"If you don't mention it, it doesn't mean it doesn't exist, I bet that in less than half a month, you will beg for mercy, unless you really don't go back. ”

As Cao Niuzi's best friend, and also entrusted by Cao's mother, Chen Jie is the first two eldest ladies who are unwilling to marry the second son of the president of Huatai Bank, and do not hesitate to run away from home to be self-reliant.

"Don't say it, I'm really not going back, I'm looking for a job, I can't starve myself to death. Cao Niuzi's face didn't matter.

"As far as your current status as a trainee lawyer, you can survive 5,000 a month, how much is the rent of the apartment you are renting now? 20,000 yuan, right? Do you know what it's like to live on the streets?" Chen Jie retorted vigorously.

"Then I still have part-time jobs, such as writing novels, engaging in live broadcasts or something...... Cao Niuzi's voice was a little soft, obviously, she also knew that these part-time jobs were a bit out of place.

Really!

"Poof-" Chen Jie squirted out a mouthful of juice.

"Hey, you're also about to marry into a wealthy family, can you not be so rude?!" Cao Niuzi took out a tissue and wiped the water droplets sprayed in front of her, with a look of disdain.

"Don't talk about me, I'm just engaged. You said you were going to the live broadcast?!" After Chen Jie breathed a sigh of relief, she leaned in front of Cao Niuzi, stared at her and asked sharply.

"Yes, on Chili Live, welcome to cheer me on. Cao Niuzi leaned back, deliberately avoiding Chen Jie's sharp eyes.

"Cao!girl!posture!"

"In. ”

"I said that you are the daughter of the dignified Shuguang Group, a top student of the Law Department of Lanhua University, to be a female network anchor, where do you let Uncle Cao's face go?!"

In Chen Jie's view, the online female anchor or something, in fact, is to openly sell hue on the Internet, sell cute and sing better, and sell meat directly after a little more.

Hearing Chen Jie talk about her father, Cao Niuzi was still stunned, but then returned to her indifferent appearance: "Why did you mention him, he stopped my card and made it clear that he broke off the father-daughter relationship with me." I'm such a big person, I can't starve myself to death. ”

"Isn't that for your own good?" Chen Jie was a little anxious.

"For my good? I think he's for his own company, let me marry that young man and top loser, what age is it, and he still does this!"

"What age are you, are you still stupid?!" Chen Jie said, snatching the mobile phone that Cao Niuzi was holding in her hand, and the screen was stopping at the QQ chat page.