Jiro Zhenjun couldn't sit down for a moment. He pulled He Yuting up and said goodbye to Peony. "Brother Alam, we still have important matters, so we won't accompany you."

Peony slanted a pair of peach blossom eyes and smiled at them.

"Farewell!" Erlang Zhenjun nudged He Yuting, "You go first!" "I don't feel at ease, I must watch her go back first. He Yuting is angry! I almost danced a rumba slow rock dance in front of him. Fortunately, reason pulled her in time. Knowing that one day she would encounter this kind of situation where she had to walk in person, she gritted her teeth and spent two hundred gangs of tribute to buy a companion token at the gang treasure store. A 15-minute CD can help the owner move to another place without swinging!

He Yuting clicked back to the gang and disappeared immediately. In the blink of an eye, she reached the main entrance of the gang.

That's a good brand! He Yuting secretly thought that when she earned enough tribute, she must buy ten or twenty of them and put them in her backpack. The pot of fruit wine she was carrying in her arms kept reminding her to hurry to the back of the cafeteria to find the chief chef to hand over the task. He Yuting didn't wait for Erlang Zhenjun, and went to hand in the task first. Then I went back to the dormitory and changed into a new school uniform.

Erlang Zhenjun pounced on both ends, and when he found someone, He Yuting had already opened a small stove in front of the head of the spoon.

"I didn't expect that there is a small stove function behind the canteen!" She smiled and said. "You can pack out food!"

"Do you like it?" Jiro Zhenjun approached, his gaze glued to her smiling face without hesitation.

"Hmmm! Now the sun has set in the west. If you want to do your daily work, I'm afraid you'll miss the cafeteria. It's not cost-effective to go to a teahouse to eat, it's too expensive! Why don't we both pack a takeaway and have a picnic outside. He Yuting still remembered the small plate of three taels of silver concubine cakes, she gestured her fingers beautifully, and felt that she was really a master of careful calculations. I ordered a takeaway for two people here for 180 points, which is a good deal! ”

"A good deal?" Erlang Zhenjun hurriedly came to the head of the spoon and poked the ordering panel - called Hua Chicken and Crystal Elbow, and each spent fifty gang of tributes. Erlang Zhenjun closed his eyes, and then looked down: two portions of pearl rice in Kasugacho cost 20 gang tribute, boiled cabbage cost 20 gang tribute, Xinjiang authentic barbecue skewers ten strings cost 20 gang tribute, and the cheapest one is probably fried bacon with gray bamboo shoots, which also cost 5 gang tribute......

"What are you doing with so much! No! Why are you ordering such an expensive dish! ”

He Yuting glared at him in surprise: "We can't come back for dinner at night!" ”

Jiro Zhenjun began to reflect seriously. Did he treat her too luxuriously the night before, so he gave her the illusion that if she wanted to eat well at night, she would have to eat expensive? Now the problem is, it's not just expensive, it's more! He secretly calculated, and spent one hundred and eighty tributes in one go. Ordinary people can spend up to ten gangs of tribute a night to order a nutritious two-dish and one-vegetarian package. Even so, there are still people who react to him that the price is too high, and it is not easy to earn tribute, and he hopes that no matter what, he should reduce his diet a little more.

Erlang Zhenjun used the authority of the gang leader to call up He Yuting's gang tribute consumption records, and he immediately became popular. He pulled out his hand and threw the consumption record to He Yuting to take a look. "What is this? You pay so much for it? ”

"Huh?" He Yuting couldn't believe her eyes - even the days and days of the month she bought a companion token, and the days of the month and the time she bought a back pendant were all vividly counted. She snapped and slapped away the consumption records floating in front of her. "You don't care how much I spend!"

"How many tributes do you have left?"

Erlang Zhenjun is like a strict housekeeper, so that He Yuting does not dare to hide it. "Seven, seven hundred and fifty ......"

Jiro Zhenjun took a deep breath. "Next week's rent will be paid on Monday," he said softly, "and if you eat like this, you will have to pay a hundred or so for three meals a day, right?" You now have seven hundred and five tributes left, and even if you complete your daily tasks every day, I'm afraid it won't be too late. Even if you make up the rent, how should you eat every day! "Speaking of the back, he has already spoken sharply.

"Yes, not so ......much," He Yuting replied whimsly: "I and Rou T and Xueyin take turns to entertain guests, so we only spend every two days to help Gong buy food." ”

Erlang Zhenjun glared at her, his face full of wind and rain.

He Yuting hurriedly raised her hand and said cautiously: "Wait until I earn enough tribute!" I won't eat with them...... Wait, say I'm spending money to help tribute? You're not the same! "The kitten shows off her baby teeth all at once." You're not messing around with treats yet! Outside, the money is spent like running water! ”

Listening to Erlang Zhenjun's ears, it is the milky "meow meow, meow meow". He unconsciously plucked out his ears and suppressed the slightest hint of wanting to laugh. "I have money to treat you."

"Where did you get so much money!" He Yuting said fiercely. As far as she knows, a piece of Xuanjing is poor for three generations! He had just gotten a piece of Xuanjing and invited a luxurious afternoon tea. Where did the money come from!

"The gang leader can get an additional 3,000 tribute points and 5,000 gold as a salary every week." Erlang Zhenjun said slowly. He Yuting held her breath for a moment, only to feel dizzy, as if she had been beaten with a stick, her eyes were full of gold.

Three thousand...... Five thousand......

Nine thousand and nine taels of silver is only one gold, and Erlang Zhenjun can get five thousand gold in a week...... This is the big guy! He Yuting almost knelt down and hugged his thigh.

Erlang Zhenjun was eager to seek fame, and chuckled and instigated: "You don't want to call me by my real name now?" "It dispelled her fluttering rise of the idea of worshipping gold.

"Dreaming!" He Yuting straightened her face and secretly carefully collected the broken glass slag heart. "I'm dignified too!" Although dignity is not worth much. She swallowed tears.

Erlang Zhenjun shook his head, erased Xiao Wuqiaoqiao's name from the payer under the menu, and then wrote his own name.

"Ding!" The system prompt sounded, which surprised He Yuting for a while. The system replied to her with an email: "Player Erlang Zhenjun has paid on your behalf, and now I will return one hundred and eighty points of tribute that have been consumed." ”

"Erlang ......" is so impressed! He Yuting's pink bubbles in her eyes went straight out.

"It's called my real name." The Man in the Iron Mask was unfazed.

"Get out!" He Yuting instantly forced the pink bubbles in her eyes back.

After a while, she couldn't help but ask curiously, "Do the deputy patriarchs and elders have a wave of salary rewards every week?" ”

"That's right." As soon as Erlang Zhenjun saw her eyes rolling around, he knew what she was thinking.

"How?"

"Hmm...... Enough to pay the rent and eat a big meal. ”

"That," He Yuting asked quietly with a salivating face, "Is there still an elder or deputy patriarch in our gang or something?" ”

"Being an elder or deputy patriarch is responsible to the gang. For example, organizing events, mediating disputes, etc., can you do that? "At first glance, she is a master who does not want to do things, and I am afraid that letting her take these responsibilities will cost her dog's life.

He Yuting also knows how many pounds and taels she weighs, but she still doesn't give up. "There are no honorary deputy patriarchs, elders, or anything like that?"

Jiro Zhenjun shook his head.

He Yuting collapsed in disappointment. Meow a mi! The tofu was also eaten by him, and the oil was also rubbed by him, and he couldn't even get an honorary seat!

"Ahh That's right! Erlang Zhenjun slapped his hands suddenly, "There is a seat that suits you well!" ”

He Yuting suddenly came to his senses: "What seat?" ”

"Madame Helper."

"Thank you, let me decline!" He Yuting picked up the various delicacies that had been packed, turned around and walked out of the small kitchen.