"Kwon Bo-a is so fond of Min-hyuk?" Park Hee-ah picked up the documents scattered on the ground, looked at them for a while, and said sadly: "She is a year older than Minhyuk, Minhyuk likes her, it won't be because of that ridiculous childhood dream." ”

"You're thinking too much, Minhyuk probably forgot about that matter a long time ago, the matter between the two of them is still inconclusive, I have to investigate it again." Jiang Chengyuan opened his eyes and said matter-of-factly.

"What's the use of investigating, Minhyuk is a hard-hearted eater this time, he shouldn't really stay and can't come back." Park Hee-ah thought wildly and couldn't help but worry.

"He doesn't have much ability to make money, and there is always a time to sit and eat, and it won't be long for him to be hard." Jiang Chengyuan explained two sentences, his mood was a little complicated, and what he was playing now was the role he hated the most.

"What if Minhyuk makes money? Will it be independent? Park Hee-ah asked, still a little uneasy.

"Let's talk about it when he has that ability, how easy it is to make money, go freely, and come back down." Jiang Chengyuan rubbed the corners of his forehead, disdainful of his wife's assumptions.

Kang Min-hyuk didn't hear this feeling, he shuttled between passers-by, frowning, thinking about what to do next, the economic blockade was more serious than the "love theory" to threaten him.

In the past, although he and his father had a cold war, they had not yet made the contradiction clear to such a point, and now if he goes home to get the money, he will admit his mistakes and give in, as if he has been caught in the lifeline.

"If I knew this, I wouldn't have sent fried rice cakes, and I lost 50,000 yuan in vain." Kang Min-hyuk roughly counted his remaining funds and found that he could last until the end of the month at most.

That is to say, if he wants to survive, he must find a way to make money this month and earn it in his hands, but these are not easy to say.

"Just ask those guys in the dormitory, it's better to have multiple people and multiple ideas than one person to think about it." Kang Min-hyuk gritted his teeth and quickened his pace, a penny is hard to beat a hero, this is really not a joke, it is too outrageous.

Twenty minutes later, he returned to the dormitory, where half of the eight people who had been inside had left, and only four remained. One of them was lying down, one was washing, and two were chatting, and the eyes of the two chatting people widened when they saw him.

"Minhyuk, why are you back?" They were surprised when they found out that Kang Min-hyuk was not a member of this dormitory, but an alien.

"I just went back, and I didn't say I wanted to stay." Kang Min-hyuk returned to his bed, sat down with a big grin, and explained naturally.

"If you don't come back home, come here to suffer, and as soon as you come back, the dormitory will immediately become crowded." The man gestured exaggeratedly, as if one more Kang Min-hyuk could squeeze them into something.

"Didn't you go back either?" Kang Min-hyuk asked rhetorically, there are many people who don't go home on Sunday, and he is not a special case.

"We are used to this kind of life, and we are worried when we go back, and besides, we don't have the face to go back without any good news." Some said thoughtfully, others nodded sympathetically.

"What's the concern? Is it for the money? Kang Min-hyuk asked casually and found a breakthrough in the topic.

"Isn't it for money, there are a few rich families who come to be trainees, isn't that sick!" The same rhetoric is very imposing, and at first glance it sounds quite reasonable.

"This ......" Kang Min-hyuk, who was unfortunately said, smiled dryly, his expression extremely unnatural.

"What's the matter, Minhyuk, maybe you're sick." Everyone joked, but in their hearts, they didn't think he was at all, which rich kid would squeeze ten rooms with them.

Kang Min-hyuk heard that they didn't believe it, but instead admitted excitedly: "To tell you the truth, my family lives in Cheongdam-dong, and I am a big chaebol, and I came here for interest." ”

"Come on, you want to live in Qingtan Cave, and I'll kick your head as a ball." No one believed Kang Min-hyuk, they all thought he was grinning, and the atmosphere of the chat became harmonious.

"If only I could make money, I wouldn't have to suffer so much." Kang Min-hyuk sighed and observed the movements of the people around him.

"I had a very difficult day for a while, so I took advantage of the weekend to set up a stall in the commercial street, but after sitting for a day, I didn't sell anything, and after that, I didn't think about this thing anymore." Some people told their own deeds, and sighed while talking, imitating the hardships of starvation, cold, and selling at that time.

"You still have the face to mention this old thing, take out the old clothes you wore and sell them, and you can't wash them, and passers-by will hide away just by smelling them, who is willing to pay for you." As soon as the man finished speaking, the scar was uncovered and the sore spot was poked.

"You can do it! Last week, I went to the coffee shop at the corner of the street to work part-time, but I patronized and looked at the girl, and I smashed the cup to the ground, not to mention that I didn't make any money, and I lost this amount. ”

"I've heard of that girl too, and she seems to be very beautiful."

"You're still laughing there, don't let us know that you once worked as a street performer, but you fell directly to the ground while dancing and struggling, and passers-by applauded, but you paid for the medical expenses by yourself."

The people in the dormitory come and go, talking so well that they are not lively, each exposing their own shortcomings, and each choking their own people.

"Stall, part-time, and street performer......" Kang Min-hyuk listened silently as a bystander, only feeling that the world is hard, it is not easy to make money, don't go to see a girl, you can't afford to pay for it.

"We can't do it, or Quan Zhilong can play around, and he can win some small items every week, not to mention the value, at least he will make money." A sudden exclamation caught Kang Min-hyuk's attention, and he immediately thought of the "Rap Fight" mentioned by Kwon Ji-ryong.

"Could it be that there is a material reward in this, so he is happy to do it?" Kang Min-hyuk muttered, determined to wait for Kwon Ji-ryong to come back and ask again.

"Minhyuk, do you have any ugly things, you don't listen to us here, it's not right." Someone finally discovered Kang Min-hyuk's kitten, and the public's spearhead was immediately concentrated.

"Kang Min-hyuk, come one! Kang Min-hyuk, come one! The loud heckling didn't seem to stop, and the rhythm became more and more intense.

"Okay, okay, I'll say one." Kang Min-hyuk was helpless, made a silent movement, and said slowly: "My childhood dream was to have a sister." ”

After a period of silence, the first to react laughed, and gradually, more and more people laughed.......

"Minhyuk, your dream is impossible to come true, it's harder than being an idol! No! It's harder than being a superstar! Kang Min-hyuk's childhood dream was mercilessly reprimanded, and he laughed the loudest, and his mood improved a lot.