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"Drama queen!"

He handed it over with a roll of his eyes and shook the card in his hand, "Take it back quickly. Although my stomach is not very good, I'm not eating soft food yet!"

"You can keep it. Although I don't know what you want so much money for, even if I invest it for you, the password is your birthday..."

Huang Xiaoqi said a word, turned around and ran away.

…

Under the street lamp, Chen Muyu looked at the bank card in his hand. There was also a Hello Kitty sticker on it. It was pink and very cute.

To be honest, I was quite touched.

…

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Beicheng, Sanbao Street.

After passing Sanbao Street, you will find Yingchun Road. It’s just nine o’clock in the evening, so it’s not very late. Let’s go back to Lantian to check in.

There are shops on both sides of Sanbao Street, which is very lively during the day. At this point in the evening, they are all closed and very deserted.

In particular, several street lights were broken, making the streets even darker. Not a single pedestrian was seen for a long time.

It takes some courage to walk alone on this kind of street in the middle of the night.

Chen Muyu always felt like someone was following him behind him, but every time he looked back, there was nothing behind him. Under the street lights, the shadows of the trees swayed, like the devil's minions, rubbing and rubbing on the ground.

His steps were a little faster unconsciously.

"Little boss!"

A voice suddenly sounded.

Chen Muyu paused and almost screamed in displeasure.

Turning around, I saw an old community next to me. There was a rocking chair at the door, and an old man was sitting on the rocking chair.

There was a small table in front of the old man. There were a few side dishes and bottles of liquor on the table. He was singing a song from an unknown era on his cell phone. The old man was enjoying himself alone.

"The Rag King?"

Frowning and looking, Chen Muyu was stunned for a moment. He knew this old man. He was the youngest Wang who Brother Shui had just told him about yesterday!

"You scared me to death. I thought I encountered a ghost!"

The person was so scary that Chen Muyu felt relieved and walked over.

"The sky is clear and the sun is shining brightly, what ghost is there?"

The youngest Wang pulled a stool from under his buttocks and gave it to Chen Muyu, "Come, have a drink with me!"

"Are you having a good life?"

Chen Muyu originally wanted to refuse, but a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he immediately sat down without any politeness and brought a wine glass to pour wine!

The youngest Wang shook his head, "How can I compare to you, little boss? I'm just muddle along, one day at a time, as the saying goes, muddle along, enjoy the moment..."

The youngest Wang is really a pitiful person. He is in his seventies and does not even have a family. When he should have children and grandchildren around him and enjoy his old age, he can only live by picking up rags.

Chen Muyu didn't even know his real name yet. He only knew that his surname was Wang, so he called him the Tattered King like everyone else.

"I heard from Brother Shui that you picked up a treasure some time ago and sold it for 3 million?"

After taking a sip of wine, it was sizzling hot, and Chen Muyu asked casually.

The youngest Wang peeled off a peanut and said, "What's the use? We are all old. I wish I had met you decades earlier. I wouldn't be like now, drinking alone, raising my glass to the bright moon and looking at the shadow." Into three people..."

The old man was a little drunk, and he even picked up poems as he talked.

"It's better than nothing. At least you won't have to work so hard picking up rags anymore. 3 million is enough for you to live a carefree life in your later years!" Chen Muyu comforted.

Wang Laoyao smiled bitterly, "Where are the three million left? I'm not afraid of your jokes. A few days ago, I asked someone to tell me a wife. I didn't expect that they were deceived. Now there is less than three million left. Two million..."

puff!

Chen Muyu almost choked on the wine in his mouth, "Been cheated out of one million?"

"Roughly the same!"

The youngest Wang waved his hand, looking nonchalant, "The wind blows away the eggshells, and the wealth goes away and people are happy. They asked me to report to the official, but I am too lazy to report. Anyway, I am already old, and I don't want to waste my time." Waste it on this kind of thing..."

"Haha, you are so thoughtful!"

Chen Muyu's face twitched slightly, and he said jokingly, "Since one million is so unimportant to you, let me see, why don't you just give me all the money!"

"Tsk tsk!"

The youngest Wang took a sip of the wine, which was so spicy that his facial features wrinkled together, "You have such a big scrapyard at home, does your little boss look like someone who is short of money?"

Chen Muyu smiled bitterly, "It's bad, why isn't it bad? I just asked someone to borrow money, and I was in trouble!"

"Borrow money? How much?" Wang Laoyao was stunned for a moment, and his cloudy eyes seemed to wake up a little.

Chen Muyu stretched out his right hand and spread his fingers, "500,000!"

His eyes stayed on Chen Muyu's face for a few seconds, and Wang Laoyao started to clear the table without saying a word.

faint!

"King of Rags, you are too real. I haven't even asked you to borrow money yet!" Chen Muyu said speechlessly.

"You didn't speak, but you were laying the groundwork!" A word came out of Wang Lao Yao's mouth that was full of alcohol.

Chen Muyu was speechless.

"Is the most basic trust between people gone?" Chen Muyu smiled bitterly.

The youngest Wang hesitated and stared at Chen Muyu for a while, "Do you really want to borrow money?"

When the youngest Wang asked, Chen Muyu hesitated for a moment and nodded, "I don't lend it to you in vain. You give me five hundred thousand, and I can pay you back one million in half a month at most!"

"Stop with those vain old men!"

The youngest Wang didn't listen at all, he waved his hand directly, frowned, thought for a moment, and said, "You promise me one condition, and I won't even lend you five hundred thousand. I can give you the five hundred thousand!" "

"Oh? What's the condition?"

Chen Muyu's eyes lit up, and he suddenly felt like a spring breeze came overnight, thousands of pear trees bloomed, mountains and rivers were full of doubts and there was no way out, and willows and flowers were bright in every village.

The youngest Wang straightened his buttocks and grabbed Chen Muyu's hand, "You call me daddy, and I will accept you as my godson. You will be responsible for my death..."

puff!

Chen Muyu almost spit a mouthful of saliva on Young Wang's face, and jumped up from the stool, "Aren't you taking advantage of me? Accept me as your godson. At your age, you are older than my grandfather..."

The youngest Wang did not give up, and said almost eagerly, "Then I will accept you as my godson, and let your father recognize me as my godfather..."

I go!

Chen Muyu couldn't complain anymore. If it weren't for his age, he would have been kicked by him.

The youngest Wang didn't look like he was joking and taking advantage, "It's not a loss, I just want someone to die with me. When I go in the future, not to mention 500,000, everything I have is yours..."

"Don't let my dad hear what you said, or he'll have to beat you up!"

The more he said it, the more outrageous it became, and Chen Muyu became a little angry. Although he needed it, he had not yet fallen to the point of giving up his integrity for money.

Go out for a spin and recognize your father and go back. Chen Muyu can definitely imagine the outcome.