C9 (1/2)

Xu Ziyin and I shared the two rooms and one hall. We posted the sales information on the same city in the same city in the same city as in the same city as on the same market. At the same time, we also posted the news about how we had transferred over to the restaurant.

I'm only twenty-two years old, and I don't want to go to jail.

The house was sold for 400 thousand that night.

The restaurant is rented, including the rent and equipment, I bid 500 thousand, and no one wants to buy it.

In the evening, my mother sneaked into my house and gave me a 100,000 yuan passbook.

I knew that this was the best my mother could do.

I calculated in my heart, even if the restaurant can transfer 500,000, in addition to the money for the room and the 100,000 from my mother, I would only be able to get 1 million, away from 1.85 million, still lacking 850 thousand.

I could not sleep, and walked alone in the street in frustration.

Look at a small restaurant nearby and push the door open.

I ordered a plate of fish-flavored shredded pork and a bowl of fried rice. Seeing that there was someone at the table beside me drinking wine, I asked the waiter for a bottle of Erguotou.

Erguotou, five dollars a bottle.

This seemed to be the only wine I could afford.

Even at this price, I don't know how long I'll be able to drink it. I'm in a huge debt right now, and I probably won't be able to eat my next meal.

Xu Ziyin.

F * ck you, I've already caused you trouble!

Cursing Xu Ziyin in my heart, I raised my glass and drank a cup of wine.

Bitter, spicy, choking … All kinds of indescribable feelings surged in his heart.

I thought of Liu Ruyi and Liu Honghai. I had endured for so many years in that house, and my mother was also like a horse, looking at Liu Honghai's eyes and raising me up with great difficulty.

How many times have I been beaten up since I was a kid? Now, when I roll up my sleeves, I can still see the scars.