Chapter 50 He May Be Afraid That You'll Forget Him

Xiaoyu was too eye-catching in his military uniform, and the students and parents on the same floor kept looking over there.

Wen Zhile put aside what was wrong.

The food at Wangjing Pavilion is so expensive, she can't eat it for free.

But it was not convenient to tell Xiao Yu, so she agreed verbally and returned to the dormitory with the lunch box.

"Why are you back?" Ma Xinxin asked.

Wen Zhile pulled out a chair and sat down: "My brother brought me food."

Zhang Nian looked at the food box.

The name of Wangjing Pavilion was engraved on the food box, but she didn't know it and didn't react much until Wen Zhile opened the lid.

The aroma of rice and vegetables wafted out, and several people couldn't help but sniff.

The food box has four layers, containing three dishes and a soup. You can tell from the appearance that these are not the dishes in an ordinary restaurant.

Not only others, but Wen Zhile himself was also surprised. These dishes were extremely expensive.

After hiring for a week, did her brother Zhou increase his salary?

If Zhou Jihuai had not been unable to engage in business due to his military service, Wen Zhile would have suspected that he had gone into business.

"Xiaojiu, what happened to Zhou Jihuai?"

Why did he suddenly think of inviting her to dinner? Was it just a coincidence as Xiao Yu said?

Wen Zhile always felt something was wrong.

She took out her chopsticks and started eating, while Xiaojiu's answer floated on the table.

[You two haven't seen each other for almost a week, and you haven't talked on the phone either.]

"yes."

Since her cousin told her about the serial murder case, she has not been to the hospital. She only called Zhou Jihuai that night to tell him about it.

She was busy with school these days and had nothing important to do, so she didn't call him to disturb him.

[He might be afraid that you will forget him, so he is looking for excuses to show his presence. ]

A big question mark popped up on Wen Zhile's forehead.

This is complete nonsense.

[Do you still feel moved when you think of Zhou Jihuai? ]

"No." Wen Zhile said without hesitation.

【oh.】

After Zhang Nian put on her makeup, she looked towards the food box.

"Did your cousin who just sent you to school buy this for you? Which restaurant is it from? I want to eat it too."

Wen Zhile pointed to the store name on the lunch box: "It's not him."

A simple meal in Wangjing Pavilion would cost dozens or even hundreds of dollars, and my cousin only earns 300 yuan a month, so he is afraid that he would not be able to afford it even if he wanted to.

Zhou Jihuai treated us to three meals a day, and the cost for these seven days was nearly a thousand.

Small amounts are not a big deal, but big amounts must be accounted for clearly.

Wen Zhile picked up a piece of the braised pork that melted in her mouth, thinking that she still had to return the money for the meal to Zhou Jihuai.

"Where is Wangjing Pavilion?"

Wen Zhile shook his head and said, "I don't know either. Just go out of the school gate and take a taxi. The teacher will usually know where it is."

Zhang Nian said "oh", sniffed the aroma of meat and looked at the food. A taxi would cost one or two yuan, so she might as well use the money to buy lipstick.

Seeing that Wen Zhile had no intention of treating her to a meal, Zhang Nian walked out of the dormitory, looking back every few steps.

There were a lot of dishes in the lunch box, but the quantity was just right, and Wen Zhile was just full after finishing them all.

It was already dark outside.

Ma Xinxin and Li Fangfei were reading novels after dinner. Wen Zhile was really bored, so he went to bed with his wallet.

She now has a total of 16,500 yuan, of which 6,500 yuan is in cash and 10,000 yuan is in the card.

She looked like a wealthy woman, but these were nothing compared to the clue worth two hundred thousand.

Wen Zhile leaned back on the pillow, thinking about what she could do to make money without interrupting her studies.

After a few minutes, Wen Zhile turned his gaze to the food box.

"Xiaojiu, how about I open a restaurant?"

The money she had was enough to invest in a small business.

[There are too many procedures. It’s troublesome. ]

“It’s really troublesome.”

Wen Zhile began to try hard to recall the information that she had ignored in her previous life.

Dad often mentioned economic news at home. In her previous life, she just listened to it and didn't take it to heart. There must be useful information in it.

After a while, she sat up and said, "I have an idea for a business that is sure to make money."

“Buy a house!”

In 1992 in my previous life, someone wanted to buy the courtyard house that my grandmother lived in and offered $200,000, but my grandmother refused.

But there are always people who agree because of money, and half of the Mudan Hutong was bought by that person within a few months.

After the housing reform in 1993, the price of courtyard houses began to rise, gradually increasing from hundreds of thousands to millions.

Xiao Jiu splashed a basin of cold water on him: [The current price of commercial housing in Jingzhou is at least 1,600 yuan per square meter. Siheyuan is cheaper, but it costs 50,000 or 60,000 yuan. Can you afford it? ]

Wen Zhile got out of bed and put on his shoes: "It's okay if I can't afford it, there are people who can afford it."

There are still houses available that are eager to be sold, which is like a godsend.

【Who is it? 】