Chapter 4: Multiply the multiplier to leverage the funds
Xia Chuan really likes the girl's attitude of paying money without thinking, and he likes to deal with this kind of refreshing dealing.
However, why was Jiang He willing to lend him money.
is not related to each other, and there is no intersection.
He only sells his art, not his body, but if the other party adds money, it is not impossible.
"You don't have to sell your art, you don't have to sell your body, oh yes, what's the name of that song you sing in the music room?"
Jiang He's eyes flickered, and he looked like 'I'm curious'.
She searched just now, but she didn't find the lyrics, and she happened to meet Xia Chuan again, so she simply asked.
Jiang He's height is not low, estimated to be 170 centimeters.
With a slim figure, white skin and beautiful appearance, the ideal girlfriend is like this.
Xia Chuan was stunned, thoughtful, it turned out that the other party was just curious about this.
"Borrow a step to speak."
"Hmm~"
Jiang He nodded and followed suspiciously.
Yang Jia raised his hand and looked at it with a blank look, "Fifty he has, there is no need to bend his knees to a woman."
At this point, across the road.
Yu Jiali stared at Xia Chuan and a group of Jiang He whispering, thoughtfully.
After a while, Jiang He left.
If Jiang He hadn't been able to see him, Xia Chuan would have known this, so he would have to take out the gold from under his knees.
Xia Chuan put a hundred yuan in his pocket, and didn't say any nonsense that a gentleman doesn't eat the food that comes to him.
Right now, he needs money.
"Xia Chuan, what did you talk to Jiang He?"
"We talked about something that belonged only to us."
", lend you fifty, tell me about it." Yang Jia was extremely envious.
Xia Chuan took out a hundred: "Brother, I'm not bad for money now, don't gossip, just chatted a few words, I don't know Jiang He." β
"Did Jiang He fall in love with you at first sight?"
Yang Jia pondered: "Otherwise, why would you lend money to you?" β
"She took out a hundred dollars and threw them to the beggars on the street, this is called kindness, a hundred dollars is nothing to her, can it be the same?"
"You mean, she looks at you pitiful?"
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Xia Chuan sighed: "If you have to understand it like this, it's okay." β
"Fifty, do you still borrow it?"
"You loved to ignore me before, but now you can't climb mine."
Xia Chuan said happily, chatting with Yang Jia while walking, all the way to Yiming Internet Cafe.
"AN94, it's going to kick it, agree to agree!"
"Damn, how can this beep bullet penetrate the wall!!"
"Hang, brothers have hanging!"
10 years of Internet cafΓ©, smoky.
At about three o'clock, I got out of the Internet cafΓ©.
made an appointment with Yang Jia to play next time, Xia Chuan rode his ordinary bicycle, and compared with other people's Giant, he was really like a dirt dog.
This person is incomparable.
People are more dead than people, and goods are thrown away than goods.
The former Xia Chuan didn't realize this, because he was more naΓ―ve and sluggish, but he was not unbalanced, because he had a father who gave love to him.
Thinking of the past, Xia Chuan couldn't help laughing.
Boys who love to laugh will not be bad luck.
Therefore, Xia Chuan came to the sports lottery store with a hundred yuan.
This time he didn't come to gamble on luck, he came to pick up money.
He vowed to get back everything he had lost.
The sports lottery shop is not big, but there are a lot of people.
Especially when it is close to the end of work, there are more and more people, because of this South Africa World Cup, many people who don't understand football have gradually understood and gambled.
Some people make a lot of money from it, and some people lose their families and pay the price of their lives.
For the 10-year World Cup, Xia Chuan is too familiar, an old friend.
"Boss, who will play in the first game of the group stage?"
"There's it on the board."
Xia Chuan pulled a stool and sat down, crossed Erlang's legs, and looked at it intently.
The first match was South Africa vs. Mexico, the host's first match, and he remembered that South Africa drew with Mexico.
France vs. Uruguay.
Stick Country vs. Greece.
Argentina vs. Nigeria.
Argentina, it's true that Xia Chuan was angry.
However, he has no reason to hate Argentina, he has to gamble.
Xia Chuan only has a hundred yuan in his hand, and the odds of buying a win or a draw are not large.
Buy a multiplier to leverage more funds.
"Boss, your store hasn't been open for four years, but it's been open for four years."
Xia Chuan teased.
The boss laughed twice: "Usually it's a small business, and I just make a little money from the World Cup." β
Xia Chuan also smiled, seeing through it without saying anything.
The dealer gives the store an 8% commission, and if you buy 10,000 yuan, the store can get 800.
After a World Cup, the boss is estimated to have made a lot of money.
"I feel that South Africa can win this game, after all, it is the host, and the first game will give face."
"The Chinese don't lie to the Chinese, you say, ah, if you lose, it's yours."
The boss's face darkened, and he said stubbornly: "South Africa is quite strong." β
"Mexico is not weak, buy a flat and try it."
Xia Chuan wasn't sure if the World Cup would change because of him, and he couldn't remember all the scores and matches because he didn't watch every game at the beginning.
But he remembers most of them, so the error tolerance rate is high.
Conservative bought a fifty-dollar skewer, followed by a forty-dollar score, and did not hang himself from a tree.
"Good luck."
The boss sent the ticket to him.
Xia Chuan said casually: "Borrow your auspicious words, business is prosperous." β
"Okay."
The boss smiled and nodded, and looked at Xia Chuan in surprise, he was very good at talking at a young age.
Out of the sports lottery store, Xia Chuan took out the ticket for the first prize of the two-color ball.
When the time comes, first put Jiang He's money...
Wait, I don't seem to have added her friends.
Xia Chuan kicked the pedal and forcibly expelled Jiang He from his mind.
He couldn't help but think of the phrase 'I just touched you unintentionally, but you spread out like a dandelion, and you were everywhere after that'.
Some girls are like viruses, even if you don't touch them, they will spread and affect you.
The vast majority of people are in love but can't, how many of them get their wishes.
Xia Chuan was able to do it, forcing himself not to think about these things, because he now had more important things to do than falling in love.
The first thing to do is to improve your own life.
After pedaling for seven kilometers, Xia Chuan finally experienced what it means to be 'eighteen years old again'.
At the age of eighteen, he is at the peak of his physical fitness.
Now he seems to have a vest line, and his abdominal muscles have not been trained, but he has a set of exercise secrets, but he needs to buy a few cans of protein powder.
The bike came to a slow stop, ahead of a rainy, muddy, wet lakeside path.
There is a dike next to it, and Xiajia Village extends to the west under the dike.
This village is very embarrassing, it is stuck on the edge of the city, saying that the location is not good, it only takes him ten minutes to go to the city center, saying that he is okay, there is no village in front of the village, there is no store in the back.
Twenty years later, it was decided that it would be demolished.
Every family in the village has a house, but only a few are relatively poor.
Coincidentally, his family is one of the poorest families in the village, a five-acre brick house.
The chimney was pitch black, and there was a pomegranate tree pulled up by the side of the road.
This pomegranate tree was planted to absorb exhaust fumes and pollution on the road, and it was the only thing Xia Chuan looked forward to when he was a child.
Hopefully, it will bear fruit.
The pomegranate tree lives up to expectations, but unfortunately the fruit is very small, astringent and a little bitter, and it is not delicious.
There are no steps, and stone slabs are used.
The door is still solid wood, and even the doorknob has begun to loosen.
To be honest, Xia Chuan once felt inferior because of his family, and he could see that he was poor at a glance.
But it was such a family that he was still admitted to college.
Later, after his father died of fatigue, he missed it more and more.
Looking at it now, this brick house carries a lot of happiness for him, and his eyes can't help but be a little embarrassed.
"Dad, I'm back."
"Wang~"
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