My Bank Is Connected to Another World

Came to Cheng Shengjun's home.

at this time.

The table has been open for a while, and it is very lively, with a total of four tables. There are three tables in the house and one table in the courtyard. Cheng Shengjun and his friends are sitting in the small courtyard.

"Shengjun, come, I'll toast you again, and wish you a bright future."

"..."

"step up."

"..."

"Successful business."

"..."

"It's good to go back to Mingshan City, let's get together more in the future."

"..."

Everyone congratulated Cheng Shengjun on his graduation. I'm glad that among my relatives and neighbors, there is one who eats public meals. Although not necessarily gain any benefits.

but.

sometimes.

When you really need it, it's not like you can't find a way. Relationship society, relationship is productivity, this is a truth in the world.

I saw Shu Fu coming in.

"Haha, our high school students are here."

"Sit down."

"All the dishes and chopsticks are ready for you. What are you doing, you are here so late."

"..."

Shu Fu smiled and sat down near the door.

on the table.

Most of them are young people, with a lot of acquaintances, they have already had a drink or two, and the atmosphere is not bad, "Hi, Xiaofu, you are in high school, how is your study?"

"..."

The soul asked.

immediately.

Shu Fu was speechless.

Come again.

Hours, ask to learn.

After graduating, ask about the job, ask about the object.

Get married, ask kids.

In middle age, ask the child how his grades are.

Old age, is the child married? grandson. . .

well!

It's all reincarnation.

"good."

Shu Fu gave a standard answer.

"You must go to school well, like you, Brother Cheng, who graduated from the country's leading police academy and has a bright future. If you get into a good university, you will have a good future."

"It's best to be a civil servant and eat national meals."

"..."

Shu Fu was listening.

Began to eat.

open to drink.

It was just for dinner. He was not angry at all. Many times, looking at it from another direction, even if it was nagging, it also represented a kind of concern.

Let’s not talk about sincerity, compared to not even looking at you, and not wanting to waste a word on you, this way, the other party is much cuter.

certainly.

It is not ruled out that a considerable number of people are looking for a sense of superiority.

. . .

At this time.

Another said:

"If it really doesn't work, it's good to be a cook, find Bi Ren." He said, pointing to a man in his twenties next to Shu Fu.

Bi Ren.

This is also an old acquaintance. He has known him since childhood. He is one year younger than Cheng Shengjun, but after graduating from high school, he went out to work as a chef in a hotel.

and.

Shu Fu knew that six years later, he opened a restaurant and the business was very good.

"At that time, if the college entrance examination is not ideal, you can really try it. The chef's income, if done well, is no worse than those college graduates."

"It may even be better, even if you open your own shop, it's better than working part-time."

"..."

As the last to come, Shu Fu suddenly became the focus, because everyone had already finished chatting about their current situation, and a new target appeared.

Of course we can't let it go.

listen to this.

Shu Fu still nodded while eating.

Um.

The fish is really good, and the sauerkraut is delicious enough to compete with what I have at home.

This.

Seen by Cheng Shengjun, he was a little puzzled. Just now at the door of Shu Fu's house, he discovered that this young man is a bit special, a graduate of the police academy.

There is still a little vision.

Now.

Facing so many people, with a smile on his face, he seems friendly, but also has a temperament that is out of place, not withdrawn, nor dull.

But indifferent.

When the wind blows, I sway myself.

The wind stopped.

The tree is quiet.

This hair is small, it seems to have grown a lot.

Too.

Parents are gone, alone, lonely, it is difficult not to grow up. It's like one of the most helpless things in life is to suddenly understand a song.

because.

at that time.

There is a high probability that it is because of unforgettable.

"Okay, Shu Fu has his own measure, so you don't need your help to plan the future, come, eat and drink more." Cheng Shengjun changed the subject.

heard the words.

Everyone also let Shu Fu go.

topic.

He turned to Cheng Shengjun again.

after.

Shu Fu has been in front of Little Transparent, listening to everyone's intentional or unintentional compliments, as well as bragging that started to go astray, Shu Fu thinks, it's pretty good.

disgusted?

No.

Some of them are just dyed by the big dyeing vat of society, not necessarily what they want. If they want to survive well, they need to meet their needs.

Everyone.

It's just that in an environment that can't be changed, compromise the general trend and strive to survive.

noble.

sleek.

Go your own way, as long as you don't hurt others, it's not wrong.

. . .

eleven o'clock.

The meal was only over, and relatives and friends left one after another, Shu Fu lived across the door, but he was not in a hurry, helping Cheng Shengjun's parents to clean up the dishes.

One of the sets of tables and chairs was borrowed from a neighbor and had to be sent back.

"Shu Fu, you are a guest, don't worry about it, we are here."

"fine."

"..."

Tidy up the living room.

"I'm going back."

"Okay, slow down."

Just live at the opposite door, and there is no need to go to the door, seeing Shu Fu leave.

"well!"

"Poor kid, it must be very hard. I'm sorry to pick up waste here, and I take the wooden box to other places every day. I guess it contains clothes."

"Well, definitely."

"Shengjun, do you have any friends? It's good to find him a lighter summer job."

"..."

Shu Fu became the family's talking point again, and Cheng Shengjun, who was listening on the sidelines, felt that he should help this little boy. There is no shame in picking up trash.

but.

Every time Shu Fu ran a long distance, it must be because of his pride.

. . .

go home.

"Hi!"

"call!"

"..."

Shu Fu continued to exercise. Once you get used to it, you won't feel good if you don't move for a day. Although it seems that there is not much strengthening, it is a comprehensive physical fitness.

skin.

muscle.

Viscera.

endurance.

recover.

In the past two days, the krypton gold twice added nearly 0.5 points, which seems to be a small value, but the changes it brings to the body are quite clear.

certainly.

It's just that he can clearly feel the change, and it doesn't make him stronger all at once.

. . .

the next day.

early morning.

The small courtyard of Shu Fu's house is full of porridge fragrance. Twenty years of cooking skills are not given in vain, especially home-cooked food. Shu Fu is also considered a half-expert.

Open a porridge shop.

Sure to make money.

but.

Shu Fu didn't think so, while making breakfast, he also made lunch by the way. The same sugar pancake, on the one hand, was because the recipe was simple and easy to save.

on the other hand.

It is a memory of eating my mother's sugar cakes since I was a child.

finish eating.

tidy.

Take out the tools.

toning.

Shu Fu sat in the small courtyard, facing the rising sun, carefully sketching the wooden statue. Half of it was completed yesterday, and I finished it in the gap before leaving the booth.

finally.

It was a quarter past nine.

"Finish!"

Shu Fu looked at the work in his hand with satisfaction. Compared with paper painting, the depiction has a stronger three-dimensional sense, and three-dimensional drawings can also be drawn on paper, but the requirements for angles are high.

Change the angle.

Immediately ask: What is this?

. . .

nine thirty.

go out.

"Shu Fu."

Diagonally facing the door, Cheng Shengjun, who seemed to have been waiting for a long time, walked quickly, and looked at Shu Fu pulling a large wooden box, with sympathy flashing in his eyes.

"Brother Cheng."

Shu Fu shouted.

"Where are you going?" Cheng Shengjun asked.

"Out of the stall."

"Going out of the stall?" Cheng Shengjun immediately began to make up his mind, forcibly connecting with the junk, stepped forward and patted Shu Fu on the shoulder, and let out a long sigh.

"I found you a summer job."

"???"

Shu Fu was taken aback.

See here.

Cheng Shengjun said earnestly, "Shu Fu, you and I are very good friends, there is nothing to be embarrassed about, stop what you are doing."

"rest assured."

"I'm looking for a shop owned by a good buddy who sells cooking utensils. He's not tired. He just needs to receive customers. The salary is seventy yuan a day."

"Take care of lunch."

"real."

"It's a friend, don't refuse."

"..."

finished listening.

Seeing Cheng Shengjun's sincere expression, Shu Fu smiled wryly in his heart, and raised to the level of "Are you a friend?" Whether this is necessary or not.

"Brother Cheng..."

He just said two words, but was interrupted by Cheng Shengjun.

"Shu Fu."

"I'm real..." Well, well, Cheng Shengjun tried to persuade Shu Fu to go to work for seventy yuan a day and two thousand yuan a month.

"suck!"

Taking a deep breath, Shu Fu said helplessly, "Are you busy today?"

"No, this morning's arrangement is to take you to my friend's place." Cheng Shengjun said, he went there to have a look first this morning.

After chatting with my friend for a while, I returned home. I was thinking about how to tell Shu Fu at the door, when I saw Shu Fu coming out with a box.

"Walk."

Shu Fu walked in front.

"Great, your thing..." Cheng Shengjun pointed to the wooden box.

"follow me."

Shu Fu didn't bother to explain much, facts speak louder than words, even if he opened the box now and said that he could make money from this, Cheng Shengjun would doubt it.

Simply.

Let him see it for himself.

outside the alley.

wave.

Hailed a taxi.

"Master, go to Shuntang Street."