Liang Zheng lay on the bed looking at the ceiling, feeling that if he didn't hum a few times, he would die.
I am really pissed off by the Zhang family. He is extremely extravagant and stingy!
He is also a junior, but his uncle is so distant with him. Not only does he not think of giving him some pocket money to supplement his income, he also says things like "the money you earn is to spend on your own children."
It's obvious that they don't treat him as their own.
The more Liang Zheng thought about it, the angrier he became.
He also remembered the many insightful suggestions he had prepared for Zhang Huan to help him improve his company's management capabilities. He didn’t give me even one!
It deserves that the Zhang family’s company is getting worse and worse and will go bankrupt sooner or later!
Liang Zheng finally felt relieved as he imagined the Zhang family going bankrupt and having no money in the future.
He took out his phone and checked it, and saw a group of new office workers complaining in the college classmates’ group, reminiscing about their student days and childhood. Only after being beaten up by society did I realize how good the days were when I could ask my parents for pocket money.
Liang Zheng felt uncomfortable when he saw the words "pocket money".
He said in the group: "Do you know how much pocket money my sister gets a month?"
Because Liang Zheng was used to bragging in school, everyone jokingly called him "Mr. Liang". Seeing him say this, everyone asked first: "How old is your sister?"
Liang Zheng said: "Elementary school student, maybe third or fourth grade?"
Someone made a bold guess: "One thousand?"
"That's an exaggeration. My monthly living expenses in college are only 2,000 yuan."
"Can you compare with our Liang Shao family?" "Of course."
"Mr. Liang, Mr. Liang, hurry up and reveal the answer to us so that we poor people can learn more. How much is it?"
Everything is afraid of comparison.
When Liang Zheng compared himself with the Zhang family, he rolled his eyes, kicked his legs, and wished he could die on the spot; but when he compared himself with these ordinary people, he became arrogant again.
In his heart, he secretly sneered at the ignorance of these people and said in the group with disdain: "Ten thousand."
"……grass!"
"Primary school student?"
“That’s an exaggeration…”
Liang Zheng deliberately waited for everyone to sigh before adding: "It's because she is young, and I'm afraid she will spend money recklessly, so I only gave her 10,000 yuan."
Sure enough, the group exploded again.
Someone questioned: "Lao Liang, aren't you an only child?"
"Idiot, this must be referring to my cousin! The one who lives in a big mansion in K City!"
"Lao Liang, Lao Liang, are you in need of a cousin-in-law?"
"Get lost! My sister is only in elementary school!"
Liang Zheng said: "This is just the little sister. Her pocket money comes from my older sister. I don't even know how much pocket money my older sister has."
Others asked: "How old is your eldest sister?"
Liang Zheng said: "She should have gone to high school when school started, but her grades were terrible, like the kind of rich second-generation kid who was a playboy. She was like dirt. She even went to what was said to be the best high school in K City. My aunt paid for her to get in."
To Liang Zheng, all of Zhang Huan’s money is his aunt’s money; Zhang Huan’s company is his aunt’s company; Zhang Huan’s home is his aunt’s home.
In Liang Zheng's mind, he and his aunt are cousins who are closely connected, so rounding it off, these are his family's money, his family's company, his family's... home?
In short, Liang Zheng never considered himself an outsider of the Zhang family.
However, he treated the Zhang family as his closest relatives and family members, but the Zhang family treated him as an outsider. The more he thought about it, the more indignant he became.
The person who said before that he was an only child hasn’t been checking the group much recently because he’s been too busy. When asked in detail, others dug out all the photos of luxury houses and luxury cars that Liang Zheng had previously posted in the group and posted them in the group.
The man was amazed and kept praising her. He then asked, "So you are working for your aunt now? How much do you make a month?"
This is simply stabbing Liang Zheng in the back with a knife and rubbing salt into his wounds.
Liang Zheng was angry and wanted to say: "Don't mention it. He is so rich but he is so stingy. He only gives me six months..."
My monthly salary is 6,000 yuan, but now I’m in the internship period and I only get half of that, 3,000 yuan.
Liang Zheng was typing in anger when he suddenly came to his senses - how could he tell such an embarrassing truth to his classmates?
Everyone thought he had a mansion and a Ferrari. If they knew the truth, would he still be able to maintain his reputation as "Master Liang"?
Liang Zheng deleted the words he had just typed and rewrote: "My dear aunt, what do you mean by working for me? It's her own company, and I just help manage it. I'm embarrassed to ask for too much, one month..."
He originally wanted to write 20,000 yuan a month, but then he thought, Zhang Heling, a primary school student, already has 10,000 yuan in pocket money a month, so 20,000 yuan would not be enough.
So how much should I write? He was unsure.
Finally, he thought, as an adult, his salary must be at least four or five... six or seven times higher than his cousin's pocket money, right?
Liang Zheng gritted his teeth and wrote: "...only 70,000 a month."
The group was in an uproar again, with many expressing envy and asking if his aunt still needed a nephew, a son, or a pet?
Some people even sent him a private message, asking him to help them arrange a job.
They were more asking about what his current position is.
Liang Zheng was elated and replied, "I'll just take the title of director first, and we'll talk about it later if there's a need. My cousin is so young, the company needs someone from our family to help take care of him. I'm my aunt's only nephew, and I can't shirk this responsibility."
There was another round of praise in the group, with people expressing envy and flattery.
The breath that had been accumulating in Liang Zheng's chest finally subsided, and after that he felt empty again.
Although he lives in a big mansion (temporarily), his monthly salary is only 6,000 yuan after all, and the BMW he drives is the most shabby car in the family.
When the two cousins go out, they drive luxury cars worth five or six million yuan, and are accompanied by a driver.
The gap is too big, the more I think about it, the more empty I feel. He only regretted that his reincarnation skills were not good enough and he became Liang Yingying's nephew instead of her son.
Feeling empty, I took out my laptop, opened a pornographic website, found a pornographic film, and masturbated while watching it.
After I finished masturbating and washed my hands, I lost body fluids and felt thirsty, so I opened the door and went downstairs to get some water to drink. Coincidentally, Zhang Yansheng also walked out of the room and went downstairs, and the two met in the corridor.
Liang Zheng stared.
Tonight, because she was so uncultured and walked away with a cold face without even listening to what others said, he was unable to tell Zhang Huan his suggestions for the company.
Liang Zheng thought that he couldn't be nice to this unruly girl.
But before he could decide how cold his expression should be, Zhang Yansheng had already passed by him without even glancing at him.
Just treat him as air.
Liang Zheng: “…”
Liang Zheng was so angry that he almost died.
Zhang Yansheng has learned in his life not to let himself be angry because of people he hates. Why stare at a pile of shit and make yourself sick? Just pretend shit doesn't exist.
Hearing the footsteps, Liang Zheng followed him downstairs, probably also going to find something to eat and drink.
Zhang Huan had already made it clear that he should rent a house by himself, and he didn't expect him to live here for long, maybe a month at most.
Just a passer-by.
Zhang Yansheng came back to life and cherished his youth very much. He would rather spend more time memorizing formulas and solving problems than wasting time with Liang.
She opened the refrigerator and looked in.
The kitchen refrigerator stores vegetables, meat and eggs, while the restaurant's refrigerator is filled with food that can be eaten at any time, such as snacks, drinks and the like.
Zhang Yansheng grabbed some snacks and drinks, turned around and passed by Liang Zheng. The two of them disliked each other and no one spoke to each other.
Zhang Yansheng held the drink and opened the bag of snacks. He ate as he walked and thought...will this person steal that watch again in this life?
If you want to steal, just do it quickly. The sooner you steal, the sooner you will call the police. The sooner you will be put in jail, the sooner you will have to worry about it. Don't keep hanging around in front of her.
Liang Zheng took a few cans of drinks and beer from the refrigerator and prepared to take them upstairs.
He glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw Zhang Yansheng walking towards the stairs with snacks in his arms without even looking back, so he looked over boldly.
The little girl hasn't fully developed yet, but her legs are quite beautiful, he thought unhappily.
He returned to the room with an iced drink and continued watching porn.
Many of the videos on this website are secretly filmed videos. The vulgar men sneaked in, installed hidden cameras, and secretly filmed couples having sex, and girls changing clothes, going to the toilet, and taking a bath.
Liang Zheng watched with great interest.
A group of obscene men were still communicating in the barrage, commenting on the bodies of the female victims.
Suddenly someone asked: "I took a photo too, how do I upload it?"
Someone told him afterwards: "It's 'Upload' in the navigation bar above."
Another comment floated by: "Brother, how did you take this photo?"
The man replied: "Hey, hey, hey, I'm sharing a house and I installed a camera in the bathroom."
A group of wretched men, including Liang Zheng, all laughed knowingly in front of the screen when they saw this comment.
In the bedroom on the third floor, Zhang Huan turned his face away from Liang Yingying: "Tell your nephew to move out by next week at the latest."
Liang Yingying smiled and said, "He is just a kid and doesn't know much. If he said something wrong, don't bother with him."
Zhang Huan sneered: "He didn't say anything wrong, he just doesn't like our family."
Liang Yingying refused to admit it: "How could that be!"
Zhang Huan was too lazy to talk to her. To put it bluntly, Liang Zheng’s “dislike” is hatred of the rich.
He had seen many relatives who were envious of him and his family's life, but Liang Zheng was the first one who tried to control his family's spending. It's really disgusting that the expression on his face seems to say "You might as well spend the money on me".
Zhang Huan didn't know what happened to him, he suddenly lost his patience and tolerance towards his "relatives". Maybe he and his wife's nephew are just not compatible.
In that case, he said, "Anyway, I have made my point clear to you. I won't say it again." He glanced at Liang Yingying and went in to take a shower.
Liang Yingying was very angry.
If you think about it carefully, this must be all the fault of that damn girl Zhang Yansheng. I wonder what kind of bad rumors she spread to her father!
She got up late as usual, and when she woke up the next day, Thursday, she saw her son and daughter were all around Zhang Yansheng, which made her very angry.
She pulled Zhang Shuocheng over and scolded Zhang Heling: "You have nothing to do, right? Go study when you have free time!"
Before Zhang Heling could explain, Zhang Shuocheng broke away from her and said, "We have finished our homework!"
Zhang Heling hurriedly said: "It's true, we both have finished our homework. I have checked Shuoshuo's homework." Although there were many mistakes, they were all corrected. But there was no need to tell this to Liang Yingying who was angry, because she never cared about their studies anyway.
What she often said was, “It doesn’t matter. You have more money than you can spend in your lifetime anyway.”
She felt this sincerely. She was already so rich, so there was no need to struggle anymore.
We have found them such a rich father, we have done them justice.
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