The School Grass Is Too Overbearing, How to Break It

Chapter 15:

Fang Qing and Jitong formed a family group. There was Ji Wenfeng's WeChat account in the group, and his profile picture was the starry sky. Lu Rong added him. He didn't expect Ji Wenfeng to pass him as soon as he came, but this was his only contact method. He wrote in the verification message: See you on the rooftop at 1 pm. Just to be on the safe side, I added an article: Who will not come and who is a dog. In this way, Ji Wenfeng will definitely arrive as promised.

After class at noon, Lu Rong went to the Internet cafe to find old man b, and got an idle bank card from him. He is underage and does not have online banking to apply for a card. For the sake of convenience, they all let old b apply for a card.

Lu Rong glanced at the ordinary ICBC card: "How much money is in it?"

Old b: "Not much, more than 600, right-should I give you some more?"

Lu Rong: "Enough." It's just hanging bait, it doesn't need too much.

He put the card in his trouser pocket, properly pulled the trouser chain, and asked old b to help him pay attention to any part-time jobs recently.

Old b raised his head from the display screen: "Who wants to work?"

Lu Rong: "Me."

Old b shook: "Boss, I'm not easy to find the part-time job you want to do. I only have leaflets and detergents. It's bitter and tired, and earns little money, which doesn't fit your identity."

Lu Rong: "I just want hard work, hard work, and little profit."

Old b held his breath and looked at him for a long while: "Boss, did your mother fight with someone in the Internet cafe?" Otherwise, he couldn't think of why Lu Rong was so short of money.

Old b said with sorrow: "I said you let her come here to play games, I can cover her."

Lu Rong: "..."

How bad is Fang Qing's personal image? Is there any bottom line?

Lu Rong asked Old B to pay attention to some part-time jobs, and took his bank card back to school and went straight to the rooftop, which was only five minutes away.

He straightened his hair on the iron gate, tangled his hair, and scattered his half-length hair. It seemed that his aura was much weaker. He tried his eyes and expressions again, and controlled his facial muscles to act as a weak chicken who is not familiar with world affairs and bookish business. When he was taking a self-portrait in the mirror and gradually entering the play, Ji Wenfeng suddenly pushed out the door. He opened his school uniform, put his trouser pockets in, and wore a bright red beast headset on his ears. He was full of light and unruly.

Lu Rong took two steps back with fright. Looking at Shang Ji Wenfeng's playful eyes, he realized that he had just stepped back and had achieved a good performance effect inexplicably. He watched his nose, nose and heart, staring down at his toes, smoothly hypnotizing himself into a play, and acting as a "high school scholar who is embarrassed and embarrassed to wear shoes for himself."

Long before they met yesterday, Ji Wenfeng was very impressed with Lu Rong. This kid looks inconspicuous at first glance, but on the basketball court, he "defends" himself very well. Appearing quietly in every occasion that opposes him, enough kind.

Ji Wenfeng is not interested in or caring about Jitong looking for other people. Who cares about the old women who are born out of thin air at home? But this younger brother who was born out of thin air is different.

Lu Rong's eyes looking at him in the basement at that time, the look mixed with surprise, regret, embarrassment, and awe, satisfies all the evil tastes of Ji Wenfeng.

At this moment, I once again got this kind of look like an enemy from this cheap brother, Ji Wenfeng was extremely happy. He lazily turned around and closed the door, and slowly walked to stand in front of Lu Rong, took off the headset with one hand and hung it around his neck, and put his hand on Lu Rong's side at will: "What? Calling me out is dumb again?"

Lu Rong turned his face in shame, and said in a low voice, "...I rode to school this morning and I was late."

Ji Wenfeng let out a long oh, condescendingly, looking at him lazily: "You are not an emperor and general, would you rather have a kind? It turns out that you just can't stand it if you go to school a little far away, and it's not as kind as you shout. "

Lu Rong looked more embarrassed and angry, took out the bank card from his trouser pocket and handed it to him.

Ji Wenfeng squinted his eyes, and didn't quite understand which one was singing.

Lu Rong raised his head, his eyes firmly said: "I won't spend your money in vain!"

Ji Wenfeng: "...?"

Lu Rong: "I know, you don’t want me to live in your mansion or ride in your luxury car. I don’t want to, but I don’t want to embarrass my mother and Uncle Ji! I can only live with you in the next few years. , I will pay the rent by myself!"

Ji Wenfeng's pupils dilated, and the playful smile on his face gradually deepened.

Lu Rong: The plan works.

In order to play the role of a noble white lotus flower, he temporarily hugged the Buddha's feet this morning and asked the rotten girl how many essays he had read.

Ji Wenfeng stretched out his slender index finger, squeezed his bank card calmly, and asked pretentiously: "How much money is there?"

Lu Rong did not fluctuate in his heart and even wanted to laugh, but there was a humiliating expression on his face: "600..."

Ji Wenfeng held up the card and sneered: "Do you think 600 is enough for you to live in my home and ride in my car? Gas money is not enough."

Lu Rong said in his heart: This is a very bad remark. 14 kilometers, carpooling up to 30, studying for 20 days a month, 600 yuan is just right, he can use his bicycle to exercise when he goes home.

But he couldn't argue with Ji Wenfeng at this time, he just stood up firmly and said: "This is all my deposits!"

Of course not. He has hundreds of thousands on his book, and there are old and broken houses in the city center next to the school. The 35-square-foot house has risen to 4 million.

"I will earn it!" Lu Rong vowed.

That’s the way to earn 50 yuan per hour by handing out flyers and posters.

Lu Rong's pretentious expression greatly pleased Ji Wenfeng. Ji Wenfeng naturally didn't care about this small amount of money. Lu Rong and his mother spent his dad, what did it matter to him? But since Lu Rong came up and invited to play a game of cat and mouse, why not do it?

Ji Wenfeng smiled "kindly" and offered a price that he would never be able to achieve: "You want this, it's okay. Give me 30,000 rent a month."

Lu Rong was stunned: "What did you say?" He didn't pretend this expression.

According to plana, he gave Ji Wenfeng his bank card. Ji Wenfeng was moved by his backbone and patted his shoulder and said, "What are we brothers doing with money?" This is the best result.

Although Lu Rong was not so well prepared for reality, he did not expect that his conscience would be eaten by a dog if he was going to ask him for 30,000 yuan.

Ji Wenfeng said lightly: "Eat mine, live in mine, ride in my car, 30,000 yuan a month."

Lu Rong's mask couldn't be stretched anymore: "...How did this work out."

Ji Wenfeng was originally to bully him, but he bargained and counted it out at a glance: "My luxury house started at 120 million yuan, and the renovation cost more than 20 million yuan. You just need to rent more than this price. Is it more than 30,000 for food, water, and electricity, car money, and babysitting expenses?"

Lu Rong said in his heart: This is a very bad remark.

Prices cannot be calculated based on cost, but only based on supply and demand. His own apartment is only 60 square meters, located in such a remote place, if it is rented on the market, the rent will be 3,000 a month, which can't be higher. Other game rooms, billiards halls, and audio-visual rooms are all public spaces and shared areas. He can't use them several times a year, even if they charge a fee, they can't spend 30,000 yuan a year. Plus two meals a day-how much can he eat alone? A monthly fee of 1,000 is enough. He doesn’t need the service of a babysitter either. He will wash the clothes, mop the floor, and store it by himself. All the babysitters in their house are not as capable as he is. They all have to pay tuition for them, 1999 yuan per lesson. In addition to rent, the biggest head should be the gas money. He and Ji Wenfeng carpool for a month. If they go to school and after school, they will be topped by 1200.

So purely based on the market price, 3000 rent + 1200 oil money + 1000 meal money = 5200 per month, and the friendship price is divided into water and electricity, 6000 is enough.

Ji Wenfeng's opening is 30,000. Does he know if he can find a five-star hotel in the city for a long stay at this price?

Lu Rong silently shook his head in Dumbledore style: Ji Wenfeng knocked him off.

However, since he had already decided to kill him without paying, he did not bargain.

Lu Rong brewed his emotions for a while, turned his head and stared at him jealously: "Okay, 30,000 is 30,000, I will work hard to make money!" The 50 yuan per hour way of handing out flyers and posters.

Ji Wenfeng nodded: "I am looking forward to it."

He turned to leave, Lu Rong stopped him: "Wait!"

Ji Wenfeng expresses good ears and respect.

Lu Rong said with shame: "I will probably not earn that much for a while." In Ji Wenfeng's playful eyes, he said weakly, "If I can't afford it, can I take it on credit first? I will definitely do it in the future. I can't run if you give it back."

Lu Rong's planb: Ji Wenfeng coldly accepted the bank card and asked him to make money and pay the rent. He madly handed out flyers and sold them to Ji Wenfeng. He moved the sky with his posture of moving bricks. Ji Wenfeng would have forgotten this rental clause that did not meet the market price. He patted him on the shoulder and said "What do we brothers do with money?" The implementation of this plan will take a while, and he has to communicate with Ji Wenfeng the fact that he has no money.

Of course Ji Wenfeng knew that he couldn't finish it, and he made the request just to make him unable to finish it. He pretended to think for a while, and showed a kind smile: "If you don't pay the rent, it's okay. I have to promise me one condition."

Lu Rong's eyes lit up: He has taken the bait!

Lu Rong: "What conditions?"

Ji Wenfeng raised his chin proudly: "If you can't repay the debt, then sell yourself to make up. I support you, you listen to me, and you must do all of my requirements. In other words, from now on, I will be you. The owner."

Lu Rong: The plan works.

Lu Rong's planc: Ji Wenfeng deliberately raised the price. He deliberately couldn't afford it, so Ji Wenfeng took advantage of the situation to sign a "handling young master's small slave contract" with him.

If you only need to deal with Ji Wenfeng as a demon every month, you can live smoothly in Ji's family and graduate from college. He is willing to become Ji Wenfeng's house of everything. This is Lu Rong's consciousness under the fence.

Lu Rong is still more cautious and safe-conscious: "You can't break the law."

Ji Wenfeng: "Of course."

Ji Wenfeng hid the bank card in the chest pocket of his shirt in front of him, and gave his cheap brother a little light from the corner of his eye, thinking: It's really interesting.

Lu Rong was shrouded in Ji Wenfeng's meaningful gaze, and thought: He thinks this is very interesting, really interesting.

After school that day, the two tacitly walked to the crossroad one after another, and Lao Song waited there.

Ji Wenfeng took the lead to sit on the Bentley, and Lao Song looked at him in the rearview mirror and asked with his eyes whether he should leave first. He had already seen the young master who was walking quickly not far away.

Ji Wenfeng opened WeChat and approved his friend's application: "Call Brother."

Lu Rong did not reply.

Ji Wenfeng told Lao Song: "Drive over."

Old Song thought to himself: Poor young master, he stepped on the accelerator.

In order to satisfy the young master's evil taste, Lao Song controlled Bentley to slowly slide past Lu Rong at a speed of 5 yards.

Ji Wenfeng: "Stop."

Old Song was shocked and stepped on the brake.

Lu Rong lowered his eyebrows and pulled the car door pleasingly.

Ji Wenfeng sat in the position, leaning on the back of the chair and looking up at him.

Lu Rong showed a forbearance, resentment, and shame, and whispered, "Good brother."

Ji Wenfeng let out a long hum, and sat inside with satisfaction, and Lu Rong got into the car.

Old Song: "..."