C1 Stone

"Uncle, I have a new RMB here. Aren't you interested?" "Besides, this thing of yours is obviously just a glass bead. If I didn't really like its shape, I really wouldn't want to spend such a huge amount of money. Hurry up and decide, I still have a gathering to attend." Zywane was standing in front of a junk stall on the street, spittle flying from his mouth.

"I give up, it's just a broken stone bead!" You've been here for three hours! Forget it, forget it. I met you little bastard, this father has not checked my calendar when I came out this morning! "Come on, fifty dollars, I'll give it to you."

With a helpless expression, the booth owner took the crumpled note from Zywane and handed a slightly transparent, creamy white stone to Zywane from a corner of the stall that had been there for an unknown period of time.

Aha? Is it really just fifty dollars? It seemed like his method of haggling was still too naive. Next time, he had to be more accurate and merciless. He would not stop until the stall owner had been chopped down!

Zywane summed up his gains and losses as he walked out of the market.

Zywane was a student in a university in a certain province. There was a famous market for cultural relics in his hometown. It was very close to his home.

Therefore, when he was young, he had grown up playing there. Thanks to experience, he was able to gain a bit of insight.

Although most of the time, it was not bright, but if he succeeded occasionally, it could be considered as a little extra savings for his change jar.

However, the reason he told the peddler this time wasn't just because he was spouting nonsense, but because there really was a gathering that he needed to attend.

However, this gathering was a reunion between their classmates right before graduation. It had nothing to do with the bead he bought.

Faced with the graduation season, the school was actually very lax with everyone. As long as the note was sent to the supervisor, he would not even need to write it down. As for the rest, he would take care of it.

Thus, when everyone was overjoyed, they gave the class the title of Great Bodhisattva. This nickname was not without reason, not to mention their looks, just based on the instructor's weight of 250 jin and his waist size of more than 4 feet, hehe, he really did look somewhat similar to that person.

However, their major was a bit of a pain in the ass.

Originally, their school's brand could be considered a hard golden signboard. However, philosophy was a profession that was suitable for research, so when it came to the market, it was not that popular.

Zywane had invested more than 30 copies of his resume, but it was all for nothing. He did not even hear a single sound. He had really wasted the 200 yuan that he had paid the printing press for nothing.

Fortunately, he still had some tricks up his sleeve. In these few years at the university, the number in his passbook had increased a little. Therefore, when the class's Flower Flower Flower called, saying that he would organize a gathering to let everyone gather their scattered thoughts, he happily agreed.

Isn't it just two hundred yuan? I'm not some poor slacker who would like to put himself on my brother's body right before the end of the term. I don't lack money here!

To be honest, as a young man in his twenties, Zywane was indeed the most attractive student in the class. If he did not have any other intentions, then he could only enter the palace.

However, he still had to put some thoughts in his heart before being able to preserve his face.

One had to know that in addition to her class name, she was also crowned as one of the five golden flowers. If he really went after her, his opponents would not be those lousy classmates, but all the male classmates in a certain large li.

Zywane's shopping center was not close to the school, so they had to catch up with the train to get back.

"Uncle, do you have a hard seat?"

"Nope."

"Uncle Zywane!" Perhaps it was because he was annoyed by Zywane's words, the clerk with a beard replied unhappily.

"Then … what about standing?"

"We didn't even get a ticket. Don't you know this is a popular number? "Why didn't you order it online earlier?" The bearded conductor acted like he was a mountain cannon.

Zywane was infuriated.

What, underestimate this young master? Then let me show you, don't look at this young master's clothes, that's not something a small conductor like you can look down on!

"Then let's have a soft sleeper. I know that once this train arrives, there will be a lot of free sleeper here."

Zhang Wei tilted his head and looked at the ticket seller, who was looking at him in a bad light. He held his phone in his right hand while waiting for that guy to say the word "no ticket". He immediately called a hotline and complained to treat this unscrupulous guy.

The bearded conductor heard something from what Zywane had said and rolled his eyes. He then answered in a way that exceeded Zywane's expectations.

"It seems like soft reclining is quite something. I saw that you know something, so I'll just give you a middle-sized bed. At the very least, it could save you some money."

What the heck, he was still looking down on others! Zhang Wei was furious.

"Don't use the middle bunk, give me a lower bunk near the door." Zywane handed the three red tickets to the ticket agent and waved his wallet in front of him.

Acting tough is something that cannot be done once it has been initiated. Let me show you, it's not that I don't have any money, I am just saving money. Do you understand?

With a joyful feeling that he had won a battle, Zywane walked towards the carriage that was parked on the tracks.

The soft sleeper carriage that Zywane was riding was actually for the passengers who came to visit from the starting station.

Since it would take about two days and one night to travel, the facilities and services in the soft sleeper were indeed very high-class.

Furthermore, as a top travel soft sleeper, each compartment only had two levels of beds, making the space inside much larger than the usual three-storey, six-storey compartment.

Of course, the passengers were in a good mood. With this, the 30% price tag would not be that eye-catching.

When Zywane came to his bunk bed, it was empty on the opposite side and on the upper bunk. It gave him the feeling that he was sitting in a special train, making him feel that his 300 yuan was not spent in vain.

I'm sitting on tens of millions of yuan right now, and I have a chauffeur. Who's more awesome than me? Zywane could not help but sigh.

After putting away the backpack, Zywane laid down on his bunk and yawned comfortably. This was a high-end item that was almost four times more expensive than a hard seat. If he did not enjoy it properly, how could he face the three red tickets he just took out?

As the train swayed rhythmically, Zywane fell into a deep slumber. He was not one of those dormitory mates who treated staying up all night as a career. He was used to sleeping with a husband when he was in bed.

In his dream, Duo Duo actually took the initiative to propose to him. Oh my god, Duo Duo dressed in a white dress was simply too beautiful. Furthermore, there was the fragrance of her body. How nice!

Then the situation suddenly changed, and that beast called Mo Chusheng suddenly appeared, holding a baseball bat, and viciously swung it at Duo Duo's head.

Ah!

Zhang Haoran cried out in his dream, and with a pounce, he pressed the sticks under him. The stick in Beast Mo's hand landed viciously on his back, once, twice, thrice …