I Really Didn’t Want to Become a Scumbag

　　 Zhou Yuwen poured the footwashing water back and found Wang Zijie talking on the phone in the corridor.

　　 Wang Zijie saw Zhou Yuwen deliberately evade, Zhou Yuwen did not say hello to him, and entered the room alone.

　　 In fact, Zhou Yuwen memorized several phone calls to sell the house just now to see if he could buy a flat. Even if it is only a small room of thirty to forty square meters, if there is a chance in the future, he can still pay for a large house.

In fact, in addition to buying a house, Zhou Yuwen may of course buy stocks or speculation in coins, but these two investments do not bring anything to Zhou Yuwen. Buying Moutai will take ten years to be effective. Zhou Yuwen cannot say Use all the money to sell stocks, and then live the life of an ordinary person.

　　 Coin speculation is the same. Any kind of investment is based on spare money, and buying a house is a rigid demand. Even if you cannot make money in the future, at least there is a place to live.

But to be honest, Zhou Yuwen has thought about speculating coins. When he has the opportunity, he will spend 10,000 yuan to buy coins, and just leave it there for ten years. If Zhou Yuwen's life fails in this life Well, at least you can be a rich man safely, right?

　　 Wang Zijie was still outside on the phone with Qiao Linlin, and was scolded by Qiao Linlin bloody.

　　 Wang Zijie said to Qiao Linlin: "Lao Zhou is a person who has a girlfriend. It is not good for you to get too close."

"Do you want to control? Who the **** are you? Why do you care about me! I tell you Wang Zijie, Zhou Yuwen and I are ordinary friends! Don't **** think, don't say that I and Zhou Yuwen are nothing, even if it is me and What does Zhou Yuwen have, and what does that matter to you? I said earlier, I don't like you." Qiao Linlin wanted to have a showdown with Wang Zijie.

　　 "Okay, I was wrong, it was my fault, don't tell me, I will apologize to Lao Zhou now!"

　　 Qiao Linlin wanted to have a showdown with Wang Zijie, but Wang Zijie felt that she was annoying Qiao Linlin. Qiao Linlin threatened her by speaking, and Wang Zijie apologized immediately.

　　 Qiao Linlin said: "I'm serious with you, Wang Zijie, you fucking,"

　　 "It's okay, I was wrong, don't tell me!" Wang Zijie interrupted Qiao Linlin.

　　 Qiao Linlin was really speechless, and Wang Zijie said: "Linlin, don’t talk about this anymore, what date do you plan to go home? Do you want me to book your tickets?"

　　 Qiao Linlin saw that Wang Zijie didn't understand, so she didn't continue to talk about it, and instead talked about some other topics.

　　 Qiao Linlin is not interested in these topics. I turned it out to see if Zhou Yuwen had returned a message to herself. As a result, Zhou Yuwen had not returned to herself. Qiao Linlin thought too much. She felt that Zhou Yuwen must be because Wang Zijie was keeping her distance?

　　 Wang Zijie chattered over there and said: I contacted a few high school classmates today, and they are all waiting for us to go back to the party.

　　 "What is Zhou Yuwen doing?" Qiao Linlin suddenly interrupted and asked.

　　 Wang Zijie glanced at the dormitory. Zhou Yuwen was writing and painting in his notebook, and he said, "I don't know, it should be a novel."

　　 Qiao Linlin was playing with her nails over there, thinking that Zhou Yuwen might not look at the phone, instead of ignoring herself.

　　 chatted with Wang Zijie for a while, Qiao Linlin yawned again and again, she said: "Okay, it's getting late, I'm going to bed."

　　 "Oh, then you rest early."

　　 Zhou Yuwen sorted out a bunch of real estate information, and checked a local forum on the Internet, and found a bunch of real estate information.

　　 There is no such thing as how much per square meter of real estate in this era. Most of them are quoted at a price of 500,000 or 600,000, and you just take it if you think it is.

　　 Zhou Yuwen sorted out all the good listings.

　　At this time, Wang Zijie came in after the phone call and saw that Zhou Yuwen had ignored him. He felt a little uncomfortable for a while. He thought that maybe he was too much just now, so he took the initiative to start a conversation: "Old Zhou, what are you doing?"

　　 Zhou Yuwen said: "Collate some information."

　　 "For writing novels?"

"almost."

　　 "Old Zhou, how much money did you make by writing novels?"

　　 At this time, Liu Zhu still poked his head out: "Yes, Brother Zhou, I heard that Brother Jie said that you have bought a car, and writing novels is so profitable? Can you take me?"

　　 "You can't make much money. I bought the car with a loan. I don't have any money now. I have to pay five thousand in a month." Zhou Yuwen said.

　　 "I rely on, pay five thousand! That much? Can you afford it?" Liu Zhu couldn't help but bewildered. At this time, the per capita income was only three thousand.

　　 Zhou Yuwen said: "So now writing novels is like selling one's body. I have to write it. The money I make from writing novels is not enough to repay the loan."

　　 "Then you buy a car?" Liu Zhu laughed, a little gloating.

　　 Zhou Yuwen said: "I was impulsive at the time, but I regretted it. If I can't make money from writing a novel later, the car will have to be taken back."

　　 Liu Zhu was happier. He said: "It's okay, Brother Zhou, you are so good, you must be fine, Brother Zhou, take me for a drive tomorrow?"

"we'll see."

　　 Wang Zijie was a bit sincere about Zhou Yuwen. He wrote a stern to Zhou Yuwen. He said: "Old Zhou, I also think you are too impulsive. In fact, it's good if the car can move a little bit. There is no need to buy a car."

　　 "I bought everything, so let's see if there are other ways to make money." Zhou Yuwen said.

Liu Zhu said: "Brother Zhou, do you go home on National Day? I took a part-time job in the alumni group to hand out flyers. It's fifteen a day~www.wuxiamtl.com~ I'm crazy, you think Lao Zhou is like a flyer. ?" Wang Zijie sprayed directly.

　　 There is no big feud between the roommates. Just chat and open up. Wang Zijie is indeed open-minded and open-minded. If Zhou Yuwen is eighteen years old, he may be willing to be friends with Wang Zijie, or even go to smoke and fight with Wang Zijie.

　　 But Zhou Yuwen is thirty. Zhou Yuwen knows that Wang Zijie is a real friend, but it is true that he loves to cause trouble, and what Zhou Yuwen hates most is trouble.

　　 So he didn't want to approach Wang Zijie.

　　 Wang Zijie and Zhou Yuwen had a chat. Seeing that Zhou Yuwen was not angry with him, he breathed a sigh of relief, went to bed again, and asked Qiao Linlin if she was asleep.

　　 Qiao Linlin said: "It's coming soon."

　　 "I just talked with Lao Zhou, and I found out that Lao Zhou's car was bought with a loan, and I still have to pay five or six thousand in a month. Do you think Lao Zhou is too face-saving?" Wang Zijie said.

"It's your shit?" Qiao Linlin replied directly, and then said: "Even if they take a loan, they can afford it. If you look at you again, the borrowed car will break down? Wang Zijie, do you know how **** I am today? ?"

　　 "Blame me, blame me, I will invite you to dinner and watch a movie with your girlfriend when I go home on eleventh." Wang Zijie is not afraid of Qiao Linlin scolding herself, he is afraid that Qiao Linlin will ignore him.

　　 Qiao Linlin is also accustomed to the chat style of Wang Zijie, who doesn’t fight back or scolds and doesn’t fight back, so she said perfunctorily: "I really want to sleep."

　　 "Then you rest early." Wang Zijie said.

Before he knew it, it was eleven. Wang Zijie played with his cell phone for a while. It was almost time to go to bed, and he was ready to go to bed. It turned out that Zhou Yuwen was still writing and drawing with a small light under the bed. Wang Zijie asked: " Lao Zhou, don't you sleep?"

　　 Zhou Yuwen replied: "You go to bed first."