The waiter who was waiting at the top of the stairs heard the call of the guest and quickly ran over, "Excuse me, what is the need?" Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info "The waiter is a woman, and the smile on her face is very professional, but the corner of her eyes keeps glancing at Xia Min, maybe she is thinking, Xia Min is the legendary rich second generation.

"Switch places, move downstairs or downstairs. ”

"This..." The waiter looked at the messy scene on the table, his face was a little embarrassed, and he took out the walkie-talkie and said a few words. "I'm sorry, sir, when the table is already open..."

"Bang," the man slapped on the table, with a hint of alcohol, "Then we can't eat, what do you say." "Under the influence of alcohol, his face is a little obscene.

"Waiter. Zhang Jirou beckoned to the waiter, and when the waiter approached, Zhang Jirou said to her, "Move them all out, this floor, we have taken care of it, by the way, I also paid for their meals." After saying that, he threw the waiter a credit card.

Zhang Jirou's voice was a little loud, which attracted the attention of most people, and everyone had only one thought in their hearts, why didn't they let me meet such a beautiful rich girl.

The waiter felt the atmosphere, hesitated for a moment, and walked downstairs, with a little hurry.

"Rich woman..."Xia Min had a few little stars in his eyes, and said to Zhang Jirou, "Please take care of you." The smile on his face was very bad.

"Okay. Zhang Jirou didn't hesitate at all, and nodded towards Xia Min, "If they want," pointing to the rest of the women, he said with a smile, "I'm okay." ”

"Uh..." Xia Min glanced at the eyes of the other women, turned her head a little stiffly and turned out the window, pretending to be very distracted.

"Hehehe......" Suddenly in the hall, there was a pleasant chuckle.

"Tap, tap, tap, step," came the sound of dense footsteps at the stairs.

Turning his head, a man who looked like a manager, leading seven or eight waiters, trotted to the second floor.

The manager walked straight towards Xia Min, and the waiter behind him was carrying the wine and food of the other guests.

"Excuse me, is there anything else you need?" the manager asked Zhang Jirou respectfully, his waist slightly half-bent, and he handed over the credit card with both hands.

"Clear the field, no one is allowed on the second floor. Zhang Jirou hooked his hand and took back the credit card, saying in a very arrogant tone.

"Okay, understood. The manager bowed to Zhang Jirou, smiled faintly, and turned to leave.

"Can you..."Zhang Jirou said to a few people with a little shyness, "Don't look at me like this?" The kind of eyes of several people who didn't know each other made Zhang Jirou a little restrained.

The women looked at each other a few times, secretly passed a few glances to each other, and they all bowed their heads, their shoulders shaking a little.

Xia Min ignored the things in the hall, still looking out the window, as if he was really distracted.

When they arrived in the hall, only Xia Min was left.

Xia Min repeated the comments of the guests just now, word for word, and then asked, "What do you all think?" The smile on his face was a little bitter.

"......" As expected, the five girls all lowered their heads and snickered, ignoring Xia Min's question. No matter how this question is answered, it is a pitfall.

Xia Min didn't get the answer he wanted, as if he was a little unwilling, and was about to speak, when his face suddenly changed, "Eat first, and I'll tell you a story after eating." The tone has changed to a very smooth tone.

All the women cast questioning glances at Li Qingwan, and Li Qingwan shook her head slightly, indicating that she didn't know what was wrong with Xia Min.

The meal was eaten quickly, and the chopsticks in Xia Min's hand never stopped, and after a while, he rubbed his stomach and said, "I'm full." ”

The women's minds were not on the meal at all, Zhang Jirou didn't even move the chopsticks, and when the girls heard this, they all put down the chopsticks in their hands and looked at Xia Min, and the questioning look in their eyes couldn't stop showing.

Xia Min didn't care about the expressions of the girls, or didn't pay attention, looked out the window and said, "Then sit down, listen to my story, and don't interject." ”

The women were even more puzzled, Xia Min's expression, they saw it for the first time, looked at each other a few times, and didn't get an answer, "Okay, you can say it." ”

Xia Min moved her body down slightly, from sitting to half-lying, looking at the ceiling, half-squinting, reminiscing and telling.

There is a young man from a poor family, his parents are ordinary people, and his life can only be regarded as barely passable.

It stands to reason that the children of poor families should be in charge of the family as soon as possible, but this young man is extremely lazy, relying on a little cleverness, he doesn't do anything, he only talks about it.

When he was thirteen years old, his father died of illness, and the family's livelihood fell on his mother.

In his mind, there was only one thought, people would die anyway, so why do you need to be so tired to do things? As long as you don't starve to death.

From childhood to adulthood, this teenager has been repeating a kind of life, doing things depending on the mood.

Reading, I feel bored, I don't read. work, feel that there is no money to earn, do not do.

In the past ten years, the teenager's job has changed more than a dozen times, and each time he has only been doing it for two or three months. I feel tired and have no future.

He is not very handsome, he is very lazy, he doesn't like sports, his attitude is very negative, and he is too lazy to do anything.

I don't have any skills, and I only daydream all day long, hoping that pie will fall from the sky.

His interpersonal relationships are also not good, and there are only two or three people who can be considered friends.

In addition to these, he is also very timid, and he never dares to say hello to girls, and as for his girlfriend or something, he just thinks about it.

He is still very smart, and he thinks that everyone in the world is stupid, anyway, after he dies, there is nothing, so why should he live so tired?

Speaking of this, Xia Min stopped and asked the girls a question, "Guess what happened to this young man?" After speaking, Xia Min closed his eyes to prevent tears from dripping from his eyes.

"What else," Zhang Jirou blurted out, "starve to death." There was a look of disdain in his eyes.

"How many of you?" Xia Min asked the others with his eyes closed.

"Waste of air alive. This is Li Qingwan's voice.

"It's kind of like what I used to be. Chen Lingling's voice became softer and softer.

"I don't know. This is Yooyu's answer.

"I guess I'm starving. Zhou Chudie said and looked at Xia Min strangely, with a trace of doubt in his eyes.

"This young man," Xia Min opened his eyes, his eyes were already moist, and he glanced at the women, and then continued, "I am eating with five women now. His voice choked slightly.

"You ......"

"No..."

“......”

The women all looked at Xia Min in surprise, the person he said had no resemblance to himself at all, except for a little teasing.

"That's right, that's me. Xia Min laughed self-deprecatingly, "I just wanted to say a word to you so much, but unconsciously, I swelled." ”

"Swelled?" Liu Xun's head was full of question marks.

"Yes, swell, I forgot one thing. Xia Min said and stood up and walked towards the stairs, "I forgot what I used to think. After saying this, Xia Min had already left the sight of the women.

All the women looked at each other, did not speak, and came for a few minutes.

"What happened to him today?" Zhang Jirou asked Li Qingwan, Xia Min, who left in the morning, although Xia Min was very strange, it was not as weird as it is now?

"I'm weird too. Li Qingwan thought for a while, "You can refer to it together." ”

Li Qingwan explained everything that happened today to the girls in detail.

"Did you find anything?" After Li Qingwan finished speaking, she asked the women.

"I can't figure it out—" The women all shook their heads, and they didn't notice anything strange in it.

Yandun Mountain, and Longshan Mountain Range, looking at each other, there is an ancient city battlement site on the mountain, when Xia Min was still an ordinary person, he would sit on the battlements every once in a while, looking at Fuding City in a daze.

At this time, Xia Min sat on the battlements, looked at Fuding City, and fell into memories.

Xia Min's dream was very simple, find a wife and have a child, and live a life that has been repeated for generations.

If the family is safe, it is enough for the mother and son to be filial, and it would be better if they could make a little more money.

As for power, Xia Min never dared to hope that capital and politics were not something that he could play with as a small ordinary person.

However, a inheritance jade slip changed his life. The dream of the past no longer has the slightest meaning for him now.

Money, he can have as much as he wants, it's just a number, and if he wants, he can turn the whole earth into gold.

Beauty, Xia Min wants to laugh now, if he is still an ordinary person, maybe Zhang Jirou will not even look at him, but now?

Power, Xia Min is lazy to touch, controlling a person's soul, for him, it's just a matter of using his hands, but it doesn't make sense at all, his pursuit is no longer those things.

Therefore, he swelled, ignored the world, felt that he was unique, and it was only time to change the world, but he forgot that he was once an ordinary person.

For ordinary people, there is no difference between the technology planet and the cultivation planet, for them, all they need is a mouthful of food and a stack of money, not an ethereal path to cultivating immortals.

Of course, some people will still be interested in cultivating immortals, but on the premise that they don't have to worry about food and clothing.

Xia Min took the wrong route at the beginning, in this world, the most are ordinary people, by changing a small number of rich people, driving most of the ordinary people, this decision is already problematic.

Just like Xia Min, after a poor boy becomes a millionaire, his first thought is to continue to become a multimillionaire, instead of going back and pulling ordinary people, which has already swelled.

Thinking of this, Xia Min made a decision, he was going to use his feet to write a Taoist Journey to the West, or a Chinese Travelogue.