Chapter 6
Fang Chen was so anxious that he paced around the room.
He didn't know whether Sis had transferred the money to the wrong person. The key point was that he didn't have Sis's contact information and couldn't find him.
Fortunately, the phone rang within a few seconds.
He quickly picked up the phone, but before he could say anything, the man on the other end apologized, "Sorry, we had a training match today and it ended late, so I'm transferring the money to you just now."
It could be heard that the man on the other end of the phone sounded like he had just finished exercising. His voice was a little hoarse and his breathing was heavy, which sounded like it was right next to my ear when the receiver came through.
Fang Chen was stunned for two seconds, then came to his senses and quickly said, "It's okay, but did you transfer the money to the wrong account? I received $100,000."
“I didn’t make the wrong turn.”
Sith originally wanted to turn more, but was afraid that he would scare people away in one go.
In the locker room, a man sat on a bench with his upper body naked. He had just finished a game, and sweat was flowing down his body, sliding across the grooves of every abdominal muscle.
"Would it be convenient for me to come see you tomorrow?"
Fang Chen asked cautiously, "What's the matter?"
"Send a small gift of apology."
"No need." Fang Chen refused. "You've already transferred a lot of money."
His tone sounded calm, but the villain in his heart was about to jump up and down.
One hundred thousand dollars! ! !
He doesn't have to work for a whole year!!
It turns out that the rich man’s fingertips are enough for him to spend!
"I need it." Sis was very good at negotiation. His tone was not too tough, nor did it seem humble. It was just slightly slowed down, sounding very sincere, making people obey subconsciously.
"Not only did I scare you, but I also kept you tied up that day. I feel really guilty."
If someone heard these words, they would be shocked. Sis had never spoken to others in such a gentle tone.
But tone of voice is one thing, behavior another.
Sis said sorry, but opened the locker in the locker room, and inside was a small ball of fur and a wrinkled tie.
Unfortunately, Fang Chen couldn't see this scene.
He hesitated for a moment. After all, Sis was a wealthy man who could transfer money starting from one hundred thousand dollars, so the gift he sent must be worth a lot of money.
Who can resist money?
"Okay, I'm going to work at the pizza place at the school gate tomorrow. You know that place? The one with the red sign."
"I know."
"Okay." Fang Chen paused, feeling the silence was awkward. "Then...see you tomorrow?"
Sith whispered, "See you tomorrow."
He had made an appointment with someone inexplicably. Fang Chen stared at the darkening screen, feeling something was wrong.
Is Sith being too approachable?
It seems to be different from the rumors.
*
Fang Chen didn't have too many classes on his schedule this week, and he had almost no classes in the morning, so he rushed to the pizza shop early.
Benjamin is here too.
I don’t know what good thing happened to him, but he was so happy that he was wiping the table with a small towel and humming a song.
Fang Chen leaned over and asked curiously, "Did you win the lottery?"
Jieming beamed with joy, "Almost the same. The hunk I met at the party the day before yesterday had really strong waist strength. You don't know that night I..."
Fang Chen quickly gestured, "Stop!"
Knowing Fang Chen wasn't that open-minded, Jie Ming spread his hands, skipped the in-depth topic, and said excitedly, "The most important thing is, he's from the WK Boxing Club! He promised to give me tickets to the Sith match!"
Hearing the name "Sith", Fang Chen was really horrified.
"By the way, Xiao Chen, have you sold your watch?"
Fang Chen coughed guiltily, "It's sold."
Sold for $100,000.
He wanted to see Jieming and ask again, but Fang Chen quickly pushed him forward and said, "Okay, okay, let's stop talking. Your salary will be deducted again later."
Fang Chen usually delivers takeout during the peak order period at noon, and helps out in the store when he is not delivering.
He then went to order menus for two tables, and the phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated.
The only one who would contact him today was Sith.
Fang Chen didn't know what was going on, and he inexplicably felt guilty. He sneaked to a deserted corner before answering the phone.
"Are you busy?" The man's voice was deep, as if pouring into my ear. "I'm outside the store. Can you come in to see you?"
"No, I'm going out to find you!"
"Okay, it's the same car from that day."
After hanging up the phone, Fang Chen took off his apron and quietly slipped out while no one was paying attention.
Sis's car was parked across the street. Fang Chen ran over quickly, opened the door, sat down, and closed the door in one go.
The next second, a paper bag was handed to him.
"Consider it a gift," Sith said. "I'm sorry again for what happened that day."
"You've said you're sorry so many times."
Fang Chen held the paper bag and raised his head, "Can I open it and take a look?"
"please."
The paper bag was light and fluttering, and Fang Chen secretly guessed what was inside. Unexpectedly, when he opened it, it was a few tickets packed together.
"This is……"
"Isn't that too presumptuous?" Sith looked at him deeply. "Can I invite you to watch my game?"
"I got a few tickets. You can give them away or sell them if you want. I just want you to keep one and come watch my game."
Fang Chen choked and was speechless for a moment.
He never expected that the gift from Sith would be this. He even regretted that he had agreed so easily last night because of his impulsiveness.
"This..." Fang Chen hesitated and spoke, looking a little embarrassed. "It's a bit too expensive."
Cis looked him in the eye and said, "It's just a few tickets. I just picked them up."
The things have been handed to him, and it seems impolite to push them away. Fang Chen can only bite the bullet and say, "Thank you very much, I'll take it."
The two of them made an appointment to meet just to give each other something. Now that the gift was in his hand, Fang Chen was speechless for a moment. He felt awkward holding the bag.
Fortunately, Sis also noticed it and didn't keep him any longer. He obviously glanced at his watch. Fang Chen took the opportunity to say, "Then you go ahead and do your work. I also have things to do in the store, so I'll take my leave now."
Just as he was about to open the car door, he suddenly heard Sis call out his name.
"Fang Chen."
This time, the pronunciation of the name was almost not awkward at all.
Fang Chen turned his head in surprise and saw Xisi raised the corner of his lip at him, "How was your reading this time?"
Fang Chen paused for two seconds and said dryly, "Great."
His suggestion was that since Sis was not short of money, he might as well hire a Chinese teacher. It would be better than practicing Chinese by repeating his name over and over again.
Weird.
After returning to the pizza shop, Fang Chen hugged the paper bag tightly, walked quickly to the staff room, and stuffed the bag directly into his bag.
After all, a ticket is three thousand dollars.
Rounding it off, this is also a huge sum of money.
After delivering the takeaway at noon, Fang Chen asked for leave from his boss on the pretext that he had classes in the afternoon, but in fact he quickly returned to the dormitory with his bag.
As soon as he got back, he went into the bedroom, took out the tickets, and placed them on the table one by one.
Three thousand knives, six thousand knives...
There are eight tickets in total!
The little money-grubber's eyes were shining.
Okay, I promised Sis to go and see it, so there are seven left. Benjamin has helped him a lot during this period, so I can subtract one more.
Even so, Fang Chen estimated that it could be sold for nearly 20,000 dollars.
He sat happily on the chair and swung his legs, then took out his phone to take pictures of a few tickets and hung them on the platform.
It's only been a few days and I've earned so much.
Fang Chen lay on the bed with his head tilted back, looking at a ticket over and over again in his hand. This is not Xisi at all, this is simply his God of Wealth.
The ticket in his hand swayed back and forth, and Fang Chen suddenly paused, squinting his eyes to look at it carefully.
The light from outside shone in, and a corner of the ticket became translucent, and a red dot mark could be vaguely seen.
What is this? Is it a security mark?
Fang Chen thought of what the man said, that there were people secretly selling fake tickets. Since they could be sold, they must be made to look real. Then could this anti-counterfeiting mark also be imitated?
Just then, his phone rang, and Fang Chen immediately put the ticket aside. It was Jie Ming who had sent a message, asking him to have dinner together that evening.
Fang Chen thought about it and thought that he could give the ticket to Jieming. He would definitely be very happy, so he happily agreed.
Both of them were extremely poor and could only afford fast food, so they booked dinner at a hamburger restaurant.
While waiting for their meal to be served, they both said at the same time, "I have something for you!"
in unison.
Both of them were stunned for a moment.
Jieming was delighted and spoke first, "I got two tickets for the boxing match. Let's go watch it together!"
He took out the ticket and slammed it on the table in a domineering manner.
Fang Chen looked a little strange.
He silently took out the tickets from his bag and said, "Actually, I'm here to give you the tickets too."
The two were silent for a moment, then laughed together.
After stuffing the ketchup-covered fries into his mouth, Fang Chen asked curiously, "Was it given to you by the person you mentioned?"
"Yes, that's him." Benjamin raised his eyebrows. "His name is Chuck, and we're already dating."
Fang Chen frowned, "But you just met, do you know him?"
Benjamin raised his chin and said, "It's fine as long as it's useful there."
“…”
"Hey," Benjamin advised him, "You should relax a little, do more happy things, and enjoy life. Isn't that good?"
“Okay…”?
"If you want, I can introduce you to two people who will definitely make you happy." Benjamin stretched out his hand to measure the length. "Such a long!"
Fang Chen quickly shook his head, "No, no."
Benjamin shrugged regretfully.
In his opinion, Fang Chen has such good conditions. He is an Asian boy with black hair and black eyes. He is petite and will definitely be very popular. It's a pity that he is too thin and it seems that he will get hurt easily.
After all, actions between men are always rough.
"Where did you get your ticket?"
Fang Chen was drinking Coke. When he heard what Jie Ming said, he coughed violently and almost vomited it out.
how come.
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I'm afraid if I tell him, Benjamin will think I'm crazy.
He stammered, "It was also given to me by a friend."
Jieming sensed something was wrong, narrowed his eyes, and prepared to continue questioning.
Fang Chen quickly changed the subject, "You said that Cha Ming was... from the logistics department? So he got these tickets for free? I have one anyway, and you can sell this extra one for money."
"His name is Chuck!" Benjamin held his chin in his hand. "But he gave this to me. Wouldn't it be rude to sell it?"
Fang Chen, who had just sold six tickets in one breath, said guiltily, "No way."
"Put the ticket away quickly, don't lose it."
Fang Chen handed over the ticket, and when his hand stopped in mid-air, the light from the side of the dining table shone on him, and he paused.
Just as Benjamin stretched out his hand, Fang Chen quickly pulled the ticket back and held it in front of him to look at it.
"What are you doing?"
Fang Chen said nothing, but his brows were furrowed.
How strange! This ticket was different from the one Cis had given him. The corners wouldn't become transparent when exposed to light, and there wasn't the red dot.
Could it be that——
Is it a fake ticket?
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*Irresponsible Mini-Theatre
Fang Chen doesn't like wearing slippers or laying carpets at home, so he often runs around barefoot.
Sis told him several times, but he pretended not to hear.
Until the man caught him barefoot again.
That night, Xisi coldly counted how many times Fang Chen had gone without shoes in the past month, and then used his feet to help him a few times.
The next day, the soles of Fang Chen's feet were rubbed red. Not only did he not dare to go barefoot, he even didn't dare to get out of bed.
This bad habit has been cured since then.
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