Chapter 505 What Do You Have

The student council member is just a well-behaved and obedient little girl who likes to be praised by teachers and parents. She can never compare to him in terms of talking.

Her face flushed instantly and she sat down angrily with her two pigtails swinging.

The boys didn't expect the situation to be resolved so easily. They all murmured a few times and looked at Shan Weiyuan with different eyes. It seemed that this kid from the countryside did have some abilities.

After school, as soon as the bell rang and the teacher walked out of the classroom, the children rushed out like cannonballs and ran all the way to the narrow alley behind the school.

They hung their schoolbags on the tree. On one side was Shan Weiyuan, who was over 1.5 meters tall and a head taller than his peers, and on the other side was a group of primary school students who were gritting their teeth and looking fierce.

These elementary school students are not just from the same class, but are almost all familiar with each other in the same compound, gathering together to make things more festive.

The audience looked at it in confusion. Was this an opportunity for them to watch a group fight among elementary school students?

Today's primary school students are so brutal that they have started to form gangs?

Can they stop this vicious fight by calling now?

Everyone started to sweat for Shan Weiyuan who was fighting alone. At the same time, they turned to look at their silly son and silly daughter beside them and asked a few questions worriedly.

They were slightly relieved that they didn't hear any bullying.

"Shan Weiyuan, I respect you as a man. If you leave now, we can just pretend that nothing happened." The leading boy looked at the huge group of people behind him and made an opening remark uncomfortably to avoid being accused of bullying the minority with his numbers.

Shan Weiyuan raised his head and snorted disdainfully: "Why are you talking so much nonsense? Are you scared?"

"Who's afraid of who? We're just afraid that a big guy like you will cry and look for your mother!"

A group of children burst into laughter.

The kids had a strong sense of the martial arts world and if it weren't for their tiny bodies, everyone would have thought they were seeing a fight between bandits.

"Are you going to come together or one by one?" Shan Weiyuan took off his coat and cotton-padded jacket, jumped a few times to warm up, patted his chest and raised his chin and asked.

"We won't bully the weak with our numbers. Come one by one! If you win, each of us will not only treat you to sweet soybean milk, but also give you breakfast!"

As they spoke, they rushed over with a roar, and Shan Weiyuan was very agile.

He grew up in the countryside, but he didn't have as many rules as city kids. He climbed mountains and trees and fished in the water every day. From time to time, he would fight with kids in order to defend the fruits of his labor. Occasionally, he would even fight with kids from the neighboring village for his younger brother.

Shan Weiyuan had never been afraid. He was invincible. What's more, he learned several sets of boxing from his second uncle who had become the battalion commander. Every time his second uncle came home, he wished he could be Shan Er's pendant for 24 hours a day.

So, the children from the agency came up one after another, but they were all knocked to the ground by him in a few moves, and they were even stacked up like a pyramid. It was quite comedic.

"How is it?" Shan Weiyuan patted his hands and the dirt on his body, then slowly put on his clothes, slung his backpack over his shoulder and asked with a raised eyebrow. At the end, he stretched out his hand and counted them one by one, and suddenly he was happy: "Oh my, I have a place to get sweet soybean milk and breakfast for the whole month!"

"Boss, you are our real boss!" The children all looked at him admiringly. If it weren't for the times, they would all want to kneel down and kowtow to him.

Shan Weiyuan waved his hand, "What boss? Just call me Brother Yuan. If you have any problems, go to Brother Yuan and I will do everything for you!"

The group of children soon became a group, laughing and joking, and walked out with their bags in their hands, agreeing on where to have breakfast the next day and who would treat each other.

When Shan Weiyuan returned home, Wen's father was already there.

"Why are you back so late? I was about to pick you up," Father Wen subconsciously looked at his watch.

The primary school is not too far from the family quarters, and the public security is pretty good now. At least criminals don't dare to commit crimes openly. People who come and go are all acquaintances, so the children basically go back and forth between school and home in groups, and the adults don't worry about their safety.

Shan Weiyuan glanced at Wen Jiatong, who was bent over the table and doing her homework obediently, and said with a smile: "My classmates are so enthusiastic that they insisted on making an appointment with me to have dinner together tomorrow morning."

Father Wen nodded with relief, "Boys just make friends easily. If Qiuqiu was as cheerful as you, he would have a lot of friends to play with right now."

As he spoke, he took out a dollar and a few food coupons from his pocket and handed them over, "Here, eat whatever you want. Don't starve yourself. You are in the period of growth now."

Ming Lihua came out without even putting down her knife when she heard the voice and asked anxiously, "Haichao, a pound of meat is only 80 cents. You can eat enough at home. Why waste money to eat out?"

She is never stingy when it comes to spending money on herself, her little daughter and her husband, but spending a penny on others is like cutting into her flesh.

Wen Haichao glanced at him and said calmly, "Then you have to get up and cook."

Ming Lihua didn't work and liked to sleep in, so the father and daughter had breakfast outside. To be precise, Wen Jingqiu was usually hungry in the morning.

The little girl was also very hot-tempered. If her own mother didn't give her money to buy food, she wouldn't eat. She just thought about when she would get sick from hunger and see what they would do. She never sought help from her own father.

Shan Weiyuan grinned and did not refuse. Under Wen Jiatong's jealous gaze, he took it and put it in his pocket without saying a word about his friends treating him to soy milk and a meal.

"Why did you give him so much? Your breakfast only costs one or two cents," Ming Lihua said, her voice shrill with pain as she looked at the red banknotes.

They have lived together for ten years, and have had constant quarrels, big and small. They have become accustomed to quarreling one second and pretending nothing happened and continuing with their lives the next.

One is too lazy to care, while the other is still desperately pursuing vanity.

"Didn't the program team give me 200 yuan? It doesn't require my family to spend a penny." Wen Haichao is very open-minded.

"That's our hard work fee. The young guests get another thousand yuan!" Ming Lihua immediately explained.

She was afraid that the audience would have a bad impression of her, so she put the knife back, gathered her hair, pursed her lips and smiled, saying: "After all, we also appeared in the live broadcast, and we got paid for our work. The program crew is actually quite humane."

Wen Haichao said very bluntly: "A large part of this is to cover the expenses of the young guests. Who can get a salary of 100 yuan a month without doing anything?

I have also worked my way up step by step. Haven't you seen those temporary workers, apprentices, or even formal workshop workers who earn 20 to 30 yuan, or even ten yuan, working eight or nine hours a day, and who are so tired that they fall asleep as soon as they get home?

Don't try to associate yourself with celebrities. They have professional qualities and abilities. What do you have?"

(End of this chapter)