Money is a good thing, Zhang Kun admits that Zhang Kun also loves money, or in other words, everyone in this world loves money. At least, Zhang Kun has never met someone who doesn’t love money yet.

If wealth reaches Mr. Lu and Cui Chuanchang, people of the level of the country, even if they see them, they will regard money as dirt.

Although at their level, the amount of money is almost the same as a set of numbers, they are always making the number as many as possible. For no reason, pursuing wealth can lead to survival, which is almost an instinct.

I often heard this saying before: Money may not be omnipotent, but without money, it is absolutely impossible.

So, it’s right to love money, but if you love money to the point where you want money, it’s really boring.

When he first met Qi Xiangyang, Zhang Kun went up with a smile and wanted to ask for a way out. However, before Zhang Kun could speak, he received the cold words "I don't know". A breath of keeping people from thousands of miles away immediately came to his face.

Later, under Yao Zhiping's guidance, Zhang Kun paid 100 yuan to buy a copper coin, and then he got the path to Panjiayuan 20th Courtyard.

What is this hundred yuan? Buy the road.

Yes, it's just buying money.

Zhang Kun believed that if he didn't pay for something, even if he was tired of his mouth, he wouldn't have heard a word from that guy.

In ancient times, there was a hero in the green forest who occupied the mountain as the king. He stood on the avenue, raised his nine-ring knife in his hand, wore a rough and bold coat, revealing his thick chest hair, and then shouted with a fierce and evil spirit: "I opened this mountain, and I planted this tree. If you want to pass by it from now on, leave money to buy the road."

Well, this is also the money to buy a road, but at least they have paid something. This thick coat doesn’t cost money? The nine-ring knife doesn’t cost money? The one who wants to pretend to be a vicious person doesn’t cost money?

At least they have to pay, but they have to risk being beheaded to make that money.

Qi Xiangyang is good, just touching his mouth up and down, and a few words, Zhang Kun lost a hundred dollars.

If you want to say one hundred yuan, Zhang Kun doesn't care. Although Zhang Kun almost returned to the era of extreme poverty after taking over the Siheyuan, Zhang Kun didn't take the hundreds of yuan seriously. However, Zhang Kun was angry with Qi Xiangyang's attitude.

You said that if you kindly guide me to the way, I was grateful. Seeing what you like at the stall, buying a thousand-to-eight hundred yuan is nothing. But you have to wait until I buy something before you can speak, and the taste is wrong.

Yesterday, Zhang Kun went to Qi Pengfei's house. Although he didn't enter the house, he could tell after a few glances that the Qi family was not rich, so Zhang Kun could understand his thoughts of working hard to make money.

Zhang Kun has never been poor. When he was in high school, he didn’t have much money around him, and he only had the living expenses his father gave him every semester.

There are 5,000 yuan, and after paying the tuition fee, there are only 3,000 yuan left. In six months, the average monthly price is only 500 yuan. In addition to water, electricity and other things, the living expenses are really only a little bit.

Often when I pass by the delicious food after school, I smell the tempting fragrance and Zhang Kun will swallow his saliva. But looking at the price of 5.6 yuan and looking at his deflated wallet, Zhang Kun always thinks that he will come and try it tomorrow.

This is today and tomorrow, tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, and then there is nothing. Until the stall left, Zhang Kun never bought it once.

Why is this a mess? Isn’t it just a mess of money?

So Zhang Kun thought that he would make a lot of money in the future, at least hesitate if he encountered something he liked to eat because his wallet was not thick enough. So later he worked in the hospital and received 20,000 or 30,000 a month, which really made Zhang Kunxi feel despised.

In Zhang Kun's equivalent exchange, it can be exchanged for many delicious foods.

But when you arrive at Qi Xiangyang, the taste is wrong. I can understand your desire to make money, but you can't just ask for money.

You said, I just asked for directions. If you need to know, it is just a matter of talking and talking, and you can help you casually. You have no losses, so why do you have to see money so much?

Isn’t it good to help others and do good deeds every day?

I have helped not many people, okay, most of them are ghosts, but I have to pay them even if I haven't seen me. Just Liu Chengde's 10 million was finally accepted by Zhang Kun to study for Shiqiao Primary School. Most of the time, Zhang Kun would pay it in.

Well, as the saying goes, do not do to others what you do not want others to do to you, and do not do to others what you want. But at least, don’t be so tempted by money, people are obsessed with money.

In short, Zhang Kun doesn’t like Qi Xiangyang, and doesn’t like him very much. If it is not necessary, Zhang Kun doesn’t want to see him again.

But today, Zhang Kun had to come, and he had to play the role of a wild fat sheep, and then handed the butcher knife to the annoying guy. There was no way, who made him Qi Pengfei's grandson? Although I don't know if it was his biological son or adopted, but he doesn't matter.

While thinking about it, Zhang Kun was looking for the trace of the annoying ghost, and finally found the stall full of copper rust smell more than ten minutes later.

Through the crowd far away, Zhang Kun curled his lips when he saw the annoying figure. However, in order to fulfill Yao Zhiping's wish, Zhang Kun still reluctantly calmed down for a while, and then he slowly walked over after his face slightly returned to normal.

When Zhang Kun walked over, Qi Xiangyang was reading a book, his eyes were fixed, and he seemed to be quite excited. However, due to the angle, Zhang Kun could not see what book Qi Xiangyang was reading.

When Zhang Kun stood in front of the stall, Qi Xiangyang raised his head and took a look. However, after seeing that it was Zhang Kun, he seemed to have moved his eyes, and then he didn't even open his mouth, so he lowered his head again and went to read his book.

Seeing this, Zhang Kun's mouth couldn't help but tremble.

You said you, the guy who wants money, I, a wild fat sheep, come to the door, and you don’t even treat me well. You look so expressionless, because I am afraid that I won’t turn around and leave, right?

I express my deep dislike for you who want to make money, but have no professional ethics and service qualities.

Damn, if you weren't Qi Pengfei's grandson, I'll take care of you.

After despising Qi Xiangyang in his heart, Zhang Kun turned his head and looked at the bronze cooking tripod that was still on the most conspicuous place in the street stall.

Zhang Kun smacked his lips, then slowly squatted down, looking at the bronze cauldron with his eyes.

It is still so antique, with a clear and transparent light. Even if it is so far away, Zhang Kun can faintly smell a bit of earthy smell. No matter how you look at it, how can this thing be fake?
Chapter completed!