Chapter 3 The gods also have troubles

The next day, when Ling Feng woke up, it was already dawn. He rubbed his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he just had a dream.

Bright weather, bright morning. I subconsciously picked up the mobile phone and saw what time it is now?

"Damn it, what's going on?"

Ling Feng suddenly felt a chill rushing to the bottom of his heart. When he looked at the signal icon on the mobile phone screen, in addition to the 'mobile communication' that had been out of the signal and had been showing the state of downtime, there was actually a full signal next to it - underworld communication!

This Apple 6S, when he went to the supermarket last year, he couldn't stand the saliva of the salesperson and gritted his teeth and bought it for 300 yuan. Its biggest feature is that it can be dual SIM and dual standby! The end is 'high and high'.

"Fumn, it's not a dream!" Ling Feng suddenly felt chilly behind his back.

Like a hot potato, he immediately threw the Apple 6S on the floor, staring straight at the mobile phone on the floor, and observed for a long time without any reaction.

"In broad daylight. In the daylight, I. What am I afraid of? Mouse, cockroach, I... I've seen it all!" The corners of his mouth touched the window and opened the curtains. The incandescent sun shone through the window and shone on the iPhone.

Ling Feng gave himself courage again. Finally, he clipt to the mobile phone and came back. "Damn, it's really 'underworld communication'"

I couldn't take care of it anymore. I grabbed the door directly, closed the door with a snap, and rushed downstairs.

If Liu Xiang were present, he would also sigh at the scene just now. It would be a pity for such a person to participate in the Olympic Games!

When he came downstairs, he was in a cold sweat. He already felt a little hungry. The rice jar at home had bottomed out. He touched the only 5 yuan left in his pocket, which was his only property.

"Rice noodles 5 yuan a bowl" The fat man's uncle happily introduced to him, is it for the Mao chef to grow fat?

Ling Feng shook his head, "No, it's too expensive." After eating this bowl of rice noodles, he became poor.

He took a few more steps and came to a stall selling deep-fried dough sticks. He stared at the stall owner. Damn it, a deep-fried dough stick actually costs one yuan. How can this be? Prices are rising too much now.

He fiercely took out two coins from his pocket and handed them to the stall owner. When asked if he would like a cup of soy milk, Ling Feng shook his head like a rattle, saying that he didn't need it at all. He had tap water at home, so he ate it with deep-fried dough sticks, which was actually quite fragrant.

Although there is only 3 yuan left now, there is no end to the road. In addition to 2 yuan on the bus, if you are lucky, you can catch up with the vertical and horizontal salary.

The room where Ling Feng lives now is very cheap. It's just that the sound insulation effect is not ideal, or there is no sound insulation effect at all.

A couple lives next door to him. In the dead of night, he always hears women 'Uh-huh.' The cry, and the 'squeaky' accompaniment sound from the bedboard;

And the other room next door moved into a guitar singer, even playing and singing, 'I have to love when I die, not incisively - not happy.'

This is also the reason why he later understood why the rent was cheap, which made him, a grassroots writer, suffer.

He, who originally quit his job and planned to make a living by writing novels, chose Zongheng Chinese Network. The welfare is not bad, but since his two neighbors moved in, he has become a "great" writer.

The master of the street, wrote one book, and finally rushed to the twenty-third book. The editor of Totoro couldn't stand it and signed the contract.

Therefore, the continuous update of 5,000 words is guaranteed every day, mixed with full attendance.

Ling Feng is still wearing the black shorts he bought last summer and waits on the roadside after breakfast.

I can't help it. The weather in the city is so hot now. My feet are on the asphalt road, and my feet are like iron plate burning.

In addition to waiting for the train, he was surprised to find that there were still half of the white sand cigarettes on the ground. After confirming that there was no one around, he hurriedly picked it up. He couldn't smoke for a week. The days of 'quitting smoking' were really hard.

After getting on the bus and throwing two yuan into it, he suddenly patted his forehead and remembered something,

"The bank is 12 kilometers away from home. If you don't pay your salary today, it's a problem if you can't go back."

Watching pedestrians get on the bus and get out of the car, he suddenly felt that even the little girl in the seat next to him was richer than himself. She was holding a 5 yuan popsicle in her hand, and now his whole body was only 1 yuan.

Finally arrived at the station. The first thing Ling Feng just got off the bus was to go to the ICBC ATM to check whether the full attendance bonus has been received this month.

Maybe he was so anxious that he bumped into a handsome man as soon as he got out of the car. The man was wearing yellow short sleeves, tan sunglasses, and famous brand clothes, which was in sharp contrast to the stalls bought by Ling Feng for 19 yuan.

"Damn it!" The handsome man in the yellow T-shirt opened his five fingers, pressed Ling Feng's forehead, pushed Ling Feng and almost fell to the ground, and then scolded angrily, "What are you*? I didn't see that I'm a plady boy. You are blind. There is a guy who has no one to teach me in life. Do you know who my father is?"

Ling Feng was pushed by the other party, and he didn't mind. After all, he bumped into someone else first and hurried forward to apologize, "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry." After saying that, he left without looking back, and the man shouted and cursed behind.

I adjusted my mood, tried not to let these trivial things hinder me, and took a deep breath and walked to the ATM. Alas, there was a queue of dozens of people in July, not in a hurry to buy train tickets.

Fortunately, the bank had a free air conditioner, and Ling Feng found another paper cup. Anyway, the bank's drinking water didn't need money, so he poured it down, which really quenched his thirst.

"There is no way to compare with those big money brothers like yourself." Ling Feng poured himself a glass of water again and drank it and thought about it.

Looking at the queue number in front of him, there were still 19 people who came to him. Ling Feng had been smoked by the strong copper smell. Unlike others, Ling Feng came to withdraw money, while those aunts and uncles came to save money.

Ling Feng even saw a little girl holding a thick stack of 100-yuan banknotes in her hand and put it in the deposit machine. After a crackling sound, she took out a few more and then deposited them in.

An hour later, Ling Feng finally arrived.

Insert the card in and meditate in my heart, "Money, money, money." The trembling finger directly pressed the 'drawal' button and chose 100 yuan to try first.

He clearly remembers that there is only 20 cents left on the bank card. If he can withdraw 100 yuan, it will prove that the full attendance bonus has been received.

"What if it didn't arrive?" Ling Feng really hated this ATM to the extreme. Obviously, he only withdrew 100 yuan, and the machine roared, as if he wanted to give him a lot of money. This was obviously provoking his psychological limit.

'Pa'~

After a crisp and pleasant voice, ATM finally spit out a 100-yuan note! Ling Feng put away the red grandpa Mao excitedly. Zongheng Chinese website is so loving.

"Well, I got a full attendance award today." Ling Feng thought for a moment and decided to go to KFC to reward himself. Although he doesn't earn much money every month now, he will still reward himself and eat KFC once a month, where he has the best memories of his childhood.

"Besidess, writing novels is really tiring and boring." The reason was even more sufficient. Ling Feng smiled at himself and walked towards KFC with a hundred-yuan banknote.

However, to his surprise, it was not that the enemies did not get together. He met the yellow T-shirt brother again.