Love Apartment: South Wind Passage

"All right."

Zi Qiao sighed and suddenly asked: "Godfather, what did you sell to them..."

"Lu Ziqiao!"

Alexandre Dumas was helpless: "Why do you always struggle with this kind of thing? I told you that what I sold to them this time is useful stuff."

He thought for a while, and then suddenly realized: "I understand, you will get half of it when you meet, right?

"Don't worry, you are my son. How can I not spend my money on my son?"

"This, this..."

Zi Qiao originally wanted to persuade his godfather to return the money to everyone so that he could take back those useless things.

As a result, when he heard what his godfather said about the meeting, he suddenly started a difficult and repeated psychological struggle deep in his heart.

[In the inner world, a troubled Zi Qiao is being pulled back and forth by the angel-looking Meijia and the demon-looking Meijia. 】

[Demon Meijia showed a wicked smile on her lips, she whispered gently into Zi Qiao's ear: No fool would take advantage of such a good deal, half of it when we meet. 】

[Hurry and accept it, so that you can live happily without stress for a while. 】

【Pooh! 】

[Angel Meijia said sternly: Zi Qiao, you cannot do anything against your morals for your own selfish desires. 】

[Lu Ziqiao, have you forgotten what is the most shining quality among your only moral qualities? 】

[Ziqiao nodded thoughtfully when he heard this. So his most shining quality is indeed the handouts...]

【It’s filial piety! 】

[Angel Meijia said vaguely with a lollipop in her mouth: My godfather is your godfather. He is so good to you, how can you disobey him? 】

[Given by elders, don’t dare to refuse. Do you understand such a simple truth? 】

【Depend on! 】

[Ziqiao exclaimed: Why is my good side more shameless than my evil side? ! ! 】

Zi Qiao was suddenly frightened and his whole body trembled.

He looked at the surprised Alexandre Dumas, and finally said with a very pretentious smile: "How can this be so embarrassing...Thank you, godfather!"

Although I don’t know which of the unlucky guys in the apartment bought my godfather’s useless things, they are just useless anyway, and at most they will be used as souvenirs.

Godfather is right, the rules cannot be broken!

Dear brothers and sisters, for the sake of my godfather’s professional ethics, I will take the blame for your hard work!

"What's the point of being embarrassed? You are my proudest godson."

Alexandre Dumas said as he took out the check and pen from his suit pocket.

"Cheque?"

Zi Qiao raised his eyebrows when he saw this, thinking that I really believed your evil deeds.

He quickly stretched out his hand to stop Alexandre Dumas from filling out the check: "Dad, we are godfather and godson who are closer than biological father and son. There is no need for you to fool me with a bad check.

“In this day and age, aren’t WeChat and Alipay more convenient than checks?”

Yes, in addition to his weird hobby of selling people things they don't need, Alexandre Dumas's love of writing bad checks is also a unique quirk.

Although according to common sense, the godfather's account must have the money that was transferred to him when everyone in the apartment just bought things from him, but who knows which card the money is in.

If his godfather gets angry and signs a bad check for himself, that would be extremely unlucky.

"Look what you said."

If Alexandre Dumas hadn't had the habit of growing a beard, he would have blown his beard and glared at Zi Qiao's words.

"I'm your godfather, am I going to deceive you by writing a bad check?"

Ziqiao shrugged, not saving any face for Alexandre Dumas: "You have done this kind of thing all the time."

"Well, that's in the past."

Alexandre Dumas paused for a while, then he continued: "Now I really have money in this account."

Perhaps it's because foreigners are really easy to make money. Even without Elizabeth's unremitting efforts to make money for him, Alexandre Dumas has saved a lot of money in recent years by promoting and killing big investors.

After all, as we get older, many things gradually become beyond our control.

I used to wish I could pick up five girls and book a room seven times a day, but now I may not be able to bear it even if I book a room once every five days.

This money is not saved.

He looked up and looked around, looking at Zi Qiao's simple living environment and said casually: "Look at how you're doing, your godfather feels sorry for you.

"How about this? I'll write you a check, and you can fill it out with no more than six digits."

"Under six figures? Let's forget it."

Originally, Zi Qiao wanted to forcefully believe that Dumas was not writing a bad check this time, but as soon as he said that he was almost not short of money, Zi Qiao immediately stopped believing it.

Both of them, father and son, are examples of people who are drunk now. How could they save so much money on hand?

But on the surface, he couldn't say that he didn't believe it, otherwise it would really hurt his godfather's face.

So Zi Qiao could only sneer: "Godfather, I'm not short of money. If you have money in your account, just keep it for yourself."

"Really? You don't seem to be such a filial person?"

"real."

Zi Qiao said categorically: "I am your godson. I haven't made any money to honor you yet. How can I have the nerve to ask you to spend money to support me?"

"Oh……"

Dumas didn't know what Zi Qiao was thinking. Didn't he just think that his godfather was a pauper?

It was a rare occasion for him to be generous, but he was really sad that Zi Qiao didn't trust him so much.

Alexandre Dumas was too lazy to continue explaining to Zi Qiao. He narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

"Don't regret it?"

"No regrets." Zi Qiao vowed.

[If my godfather really has so much money in his account, I will jump off the sixth floor! ! ! 】

"Okay, you are really my good son..." Alexandre Dumas patted Ziqiao on the shoulder happily.

[You don’t even have to pay, it’s really stupid to live here. 】

[If you want me to see, I might as well jump off the sixth floor and start over again. 】

The father and son looked at each other and smiled, each other's smiles were full of pride.

…

"So, the three of you were deceived by the bit-part actor hired by Zi Qiao?"

Nanfeng, who hurried back, asked Nahan after learning what happened today.

Zhang Wei quickly explained: "I was not cheated, I just paid a deposit."

Yu Mo also shook his head: "I was not deceived either. Those cosmetics are indeed genuine, but I just consumed them impulsively."

"What about you, Yifei?" Nanfeng looked at Yifei: "Speaking of which, you just seemed to say that you bought a bunch of unnecessary things. What are they specifically?"

Curry sauce on the side munched on the sandwich and said vaguely: "Yes, Sister Yifei, what did you buy? If you don't need it, maybe we can use it?"

The corners of Yu Mo's mouth raised slightly when he heard this.

"I...you..."

Yifei looked at the curry sauce in astonishment. She didn't know how to reply for a moment.

Even my mother can't use that thing, but you, an underage brat, can use it?

When Nanfeng saw that Yifei's reaction was not quite right, he vaguely guessed that it was something that was useless and hard to talk about, but he really couldn't figure out what it was.

"OK, pretend I didn't ask."

Nanfeng was not very curious about what Yifei bought. He just confirmed: "Are you sure that Zi Qiao, the godfather, is really a fake?"

"Why do you ask?"

Yifei asked quite confidently: "Is there something wrong with my reasoning?"

Nan Feng was silent for a while, and then said thoughtfully: "It's not a problem, it can only be said to be full of loopholes. Yifei, why do you conclude that Dumas must be an actor? He can't really be Zi Qiao's godfather. Then stop by to help Zi Qiao? "

"Forehead……"

Yifei was silent for a while after hearing this.

"Also." He asked in confusion, "Let's not talk about actors or actresses. How on earth do you think Zi Qiao has the ability and financial resources to buy so many big-name foreign cosmetics?"

"Forehead……"

Yifei was silent again.

Nan Feng continued to add: "If he has the ability and financial resources to buy these cosmetics, wouldn't it be good to give them to girls to pick up girls?

"Giving a girl big-name cosmetics, he might even get a home run, but he'll lose a lot of money doing this 40% off sale. Do you think Zi Qiao will be so boring?

"It wasn't him who lost last time. Why would he do such a bunch of inexplicable things just to stimulate you Yifei?"

"I……"

Yifei was immediately speechless.

Her overly strong desire to win and the urge to avenge her shame made her subconsciously ignore these doubts. It was not until Nan Feng pointed out that her reasoning was full of loopholes.

"besides……"

"Stop talking!"

Yifei quickly interrupted Nanfeng's questioning. If he continued to talk like this, she would really have no place to put her face.

"Just tell us the conclusion. What is the situation now?"

"Condition?"

Nanfeng shrugged: "The amount of information is so small, who knows what the situation is."

He complained: "The whole thing you talked about was just possibilities and speculations. Not to mention that I couldn't understand the truth after listening to it. Even if Sherlock Holmes comes, he will have to take a lot of drugs before he can follow your train of thought."

Yifei was stunned. She didn't expect that Nanfeng would come up and knock her reasoning over, and then told herself that he actually didn't know what the correct answer was.

"What does this mean? Everything is back to where it started?"

"I have to reason again?!"

"Don't!"

Curry sauce completed the fatal blow: "Sister Yifei, your reasoning has almost caught up with Guan Gu. If you push it any further, it will only help you eliminate a wrong answer."

Suddenly her eyes lit up: "By the way, let's look for Guan Gu.

"As long as Sister Yifei and Guan Gu reason together and eliminate all the possibilities they have deduced, the remaining inference that they think is impossible will definitely be the truth!"

Nan Feng, Yu Mo and Zhang Wei looked at each other and nodded in realization: "It makes sense."

As long as enough wrong answers are eliminated, are you still afraid of not finding the truth?

If Yifei and Sekiya can't be Sherlock Holmes, can't they be Moori Kogoro?

"Hello!"

Yifei's head was full of black lines: "Can you respect my reasoning?"

"What reasoning?"

Zi Qiao, who had just returned from lunch with Alexandre Dumas and Guan Gu, pushed open the door of 3601 and stuck his head in.

He felt that it was still necessary to ask these guys what useless things their godfather had bought.

Come, come.