Shang Qingqian didn't return until very late tonight, and she seemed a little dazed when she came back.
Shang Yan leaned closer. "Sis, I'm just right. You're not going to turn into a fool, are you?"
"You brat, can't you wish your sister well?" Shang Qingqian gave Shang Yan a hard flick on the forehead.
"Ouch..." Shang Yan covered his head and ran back to his room.
After taking his medicine that evening, Shang Yan bent over and rummaged through drawers and cabinets looking for things.
"Host, what are you looking for?" 019 couldn't help but ask, since Shang Yan would usually be asleep by now.
"Looking for my piggy bank." Shang Yan found a small piggy bank at the bottom of the cabinet. The small jar was quite heavy, and when he shook it, the banknotes rattled together.
This is his piggy bank, which he has been saving since he was a child. Every year, he saves his spare change and New Year's money in here.
After placing the jar in its original spot, Shang Yan took a small iron hammer and started tapping and banging on it.
"Where do you need the money?" 019 asked, puzzled.
[To Zhou Ping.] After smashing the small jar, the red and green bills and a pile of coins inside were scattered on the ground.
【Huh?】, 019 didn't expect that Shang Yan, that little ingrate, would still remember to give Zhou Ping, it snorted.
Shang Yan pulled out a crumpled bill from the few red bills he had. "Here, take this."
[...], 019 paused for a moment, then said, "At least you have a conscience!"
The red bills in his hand vanished into thin air. Shang Yan reached out and carefully sorted out the folded money that had been put in.
There are six red bills left, ten green bills, twenty-one brown bills, thirty-four blue bills, and twenty-two purple bills. There are also a total of one hundred and one one-yuan coins and bills left, as well as quite a few one-mao coins...
The total is 2,072.09 yuan.
Arrange the paper tickets neatly, and put the rest of the coins on the other side.
"I never imagined I'd be so rich!" Shang Yan was so happy he felt like he could fly away. This was wealth he had accumulated over many years!
【019, show me what kind of mobile phones are on the market now, what can I buy for two thousand yuan...】, he definitely wouldn't accept the money directly from Zhou Ping.
Zhou Ping is still using an old-fashioned keypad phone. Shang Yan plans to buy him a new phone at the mall tomorrow and give it to him when they meet in the afternoon.
His good brother, of course, deserves the best!
[Ding ding—This is the market price of mobile phones at Xijin City Shopping Mall. Please take a look, host.]
019 was very thoughtful, showing Shangyan the prices from low to high.
Shang Yan glanced at the items around 1500 yuan, ignoring them all, and immediately looked down at the next one: Shocking Price! Only 1999.99 yuan to bring home the latest Redmi 8!
Only this one is priced at 1999.99 yuan. If you scroll down further, the lowest price is 2199.99 yuan, and that one is the Oppo R9 Plus.
Shang Yan blinked at the Oppo smartphone, then went back to rummaging through drawers and cabinets.
【Host, can you turn it over?】 019 saw through Shang Yan's intention and was ready to take out the red bills that Shang Yan had just given it.
"I can find it." Shang Yan crawled under the bed and found a cardboard box full of coins. He took them out one by one and counted them as he went.
"That one for 1999 looks pretty good, why did you buy this more expensive one?" 019 didn't understand. Shang Yan wasn't planning to keep a single penny for himself.
I wanted to give him the best! Even though the phone I bought with that money isn't exactly top-of-the-line...
But that was the best he could buy with all his money!
Shang Yan finally finished counting the coins in the cardboard box. There were a total of 122 coins. Adding his original 2172, the total was 2194.9. Oh no... he was still 5 coins short!
Shang Yan bit his fingernail, thinking that he would have to ask his mother for five yuan before leaving the house tomorrow.
Shang Yan fell asleep to the lullaby playing in 019.
At the same time, Zhou Ping, who had just finished washing the last plate in the kitchen of his third uncle's rustic restaurant, wiped the sweat from his forehead and deftly untied the apron from his waist.
"Zhou Ping, go to sleep after you're done washing up... Hmm?" Third Uncle, who was passing by the kitchen, glanced at Zhou Ping and found him... chopping vegetables?
"It's so late, there are no customers left, why are you chopping vegetables?"
"Third Uncle, Shangyan is coming tomorrow, so I'm chopping some vegetables to prepare," Zhou Ping said, placing the neatly chopped potato shreds onto a plate. "I promised to cook for him."
"Oh, then the restaurant will set aside a table just for that kid. You can keep him company tomorrow," Uncle San said before heading to his room. "Time flies. Three years have passed in the blink of an eye."
After preparing all the dishes, Zhou Ping rinsed the knives and cleaned up the kitchen. He nodded in satisfaction.
When Zhou Ping returned to his room upstairs, he took out his phone and checked the time. "It's already 9:30...!"
He still had to work at the retail store. After opening the window, Zhou Ping skillfully jumped down from the second floor.
In the darkness, he moved very lightly, landing steadily on the ground without making a sound. After looking around to make sure no one had noticed him, he quickly walked towards the street not far away.
Shang Yan said he would come tomorrow, but I don't know when. If Shang Yan comes in the evening, will the vegetables he cut be stale?
Lost in thought, Zhou Ping walked to the retail store. In the dark, deserted street, the lights in front of the huge convenience store were very bright, and Zhou Ping was momentarily blinded.
"Good morning..." Zhou Ping said softly.
The voice was very soft and was not heard by the cashier or Meng Xiang in the store.
Meng Xiang only saw Zhou Ping walk into the retail store, and noticed that Zhou Ping paused slightly.
Then Zhou Ping walked in as if nothing had happened, though his face was slightly flushed.
Meng Xiang spoke gently, "Xiao Zhou, you're early again. There are still a full twenty minutes before you start work... Huh?"
Meng Xiang seemed a little puzzled, "You usually arrive half an hour early, is there something you need this time?"
"Um..." Zhou Ping's youthful face showed a hint of nervousness. "I'll come earlier next time to chop vegetables."
Meng Xiang: ...
This kid was just like a greenhorn who had just entered the workforce; he was simply asking if I had gone out to do something.
Seeing that Meng Xiang didn't speak, Zhou Ping lowered his head, "I'm sorry..."
"?" Meng Xiang looked at Zhou Ping, who was earnestly apologizing, and stared at him for a while. "No need to apologize. Besides, you arrived early, not late. I was just asking you out of curiosity, not criticizing you..."
“You did nothing wrong. Besides, as the store manager, I’d love for you to come earlier. Um… let’s make this clear first, the work done early won’t be paid.”
"Hmm." Upon hearing the following words, Zhou Ping was startled, then responded calmly.
For some reason, Zhou Ping said, "My friend is coming to see me tomorrow, so I'm going to cook for him."
Meng Xiang was taken aback. Zhou Ping had been working odd jobs here for a long time, but this was the first time he had ever heard him speak on his own initiative.
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