Huayu: Start by asking ex-girlfriends for alms

Chapter 2 Falkoria

It is said that if you stand on the right spot, even a pig can take off.

Is time travel and rebirth considered a hot topic? Of course it is!
At this moment, Zhen Jiecheng had too many thoughts in his mind.

Buying a house, Bitcoin, Moutai stock, Uncle Ai Da Mi can make 100 million, Zhou Jielun always feels like he is living in his own shadow.
But in the end, Zhen Jiecheng gritted his teeth and abandoned most of his ideas.

Everyone envies the pigs that catch the wind, but pigs are pigs. They cannot evolve wings. If they don’t land before the wind stops, the higher they fly, the harder they fall!
People should not be greedy and should have a necessary conscience. This is by no means a display of morality, but rather a subjective risk avoidance based on clear cognition.

At least Zhen Jiecheng didn't think he was a good person at all, and he didn't deny that he would do something next.

"Mr. Jay, Mr. Jay, you have to thank me very much!"

Zhen Jiecheng grinned, and for a moment seemed to have forgotten the troubles brought by his ex-girlfriends.

"Forget about speculating in real estate. Even though the prices in the capital will go up to the sky in the future, they are still not cheap compared to the current income level!"

"I want to buy a courtyard house when I have money? Forget it. With the living and parking conditions, I have to spend a lot of time and effort to find a suitable house and spend money to renovate it. Besides, there are mobile cameras everywhere in the area with intelligent AI analysis and judgment. I don't even feel safe when I sleep!"

“If Bitcoin goes back, you can make some money. If you follow the trend and make some money, you can withdraw. If you are greedy, you will become a rat in the oil bottle.”

“So is Moutai!”

"In the future, I will just make some films and do things that I am capable of and enjoy doing."

"Oh, right, the World Cup, shouldn't we go to Korria? It's a good opportunity to get some start-up capital."

"Wait, I don't even have much start-up capital for Fakkorea right now."

All the bright future fell into a vicious circle at this moment.

Even if he started to save money from now on, how much money could he save from his living expenses? Zhen Jiecheng really didn't have the guts to use this little money to snowball.

Winning hundreds of thousands to millions is reasonable luck.

67 yuan. This is the granary near the end of the month.

Zhen Jiecheng shrank his neck.

Or, ask your parents?
The family was considered well-off in that era, otherwise Zhen Jiecheng would not have been able to afford to study photography and painting in middle school.

But what reason did Zhen Jiecheng have to ask his parents for so much money?

Ex-girlfriend is pregnant?
It wouldn’t cost so much money even if all the ex-girlfriends were pregnant!
What's more, most of my ex-girlfriends are wealthy women, and they have more disposable income after graduation.
ummm
or
"You can't do this!"

Zhen Jiecheng rubbed his cheeks vigorously.
Finally it got hot.
But... I rubbed it very hard.

“You really can’t do this.”

Edit SMS:

"I'm sorry to show this attitude in front of you. I want to borrow money. Under the premise of not destroying your quality of life, I will lend you as much as you have. I will return it in a month! If you trust me and are willing to lend me, my Agricultural Bank K number is: XXXXXXXXXXX."

Click, send to group!!!
Zhen Jiecheng is very busy!
Busy with being discharged from hospital and writing application reports.

Zhen Jiecheng still feels a little bit ashamed!
Every time I receive a call from an ex-girlfriend, those golden sentences of youthful pain literary interspersed in the breakup scenes become more and more unbearable to look at.

Facts have proved that people should never underestimate their lower limits.

Zhen Jiecheng not only underestimated himself, but also underestimated his ex-girlfriends.

One hundred and eighty-seven thousand three!

Among them, several senior students who had already graduated contributed more than 160,000 yuan. This amount made Zhen Jiecheng immediately give up his previous plan.

With so much money, shouldn't they criticize Xibamei and Bagajie? And pee in front of the ghost society?
It just so happens that this may be the only time in Zhen Jiecheng's lifetime that he will see an all-Chinese national team compete in the World Cup. If he doesn't go to the scene and scold them, he will never have another chance!

Fortunately, I have a hospital certificate, so I can apply for rest and make up the exam. I am grateful to my roommates’ fathers for calling 120 when I fainted after awakening all my memories. I am grateful to the famous doctor for his direct diagnosis: the cause of the disease is ominous, and it is suspected that I have suffered a huge mental stress. It is recommended to rest, relax, and relax.
Zhen Jiecheng swore that he was definitely not worried about the possibility of his ex-girlfriends bumping into him when they came to look for him, nor was he curious about any clubs like Tiger's Club.

Zhen Jiecheng just wants to say one thing:

"Falkkorea!"

"Oh no, are you doing us justice? Geneva, give us your money back!"

"After losing two goals, I lost four goals. After losing four goals, I lost three goals. There is nothing left to lose!"

"It's ok that you lost three games in a row, but you also swallowed three eggs in a row. You want to tell me how to explain it!"

"You don't even have any shame!"

Comfortable!

Although the Chinese national football team lost, Zhen Jiecheng was very happy!

The front-row ticket that Zhen Jiecheng bought at a high price was loud enough for him to hear the decibels clearly enough for General Fan to hear as he was thanking the fans.

"Falkkorea!"

The national football team is gone, but Zhen Jiecheng’s happiness continues!

Although the Italian fans had no idea why a guy with yellow skin and black hair could roar louder than them.

But that’s not a problem!
As long as you Fakkoria, then we are brothers!

"Falkkorea!"

From the bar to the private room, from the street to the hotel.

The hard-working Baga girls quickly showed their sense of ownership, put on the uniforms of the West Eighth Team, and rushed to various places to appease the ancient Roman gladiators.

However, there is no need for the Xiba girls to envy the hard work of their peers. They will arrive in Gwangju three days later.

"Falkkorea!"

Zhen Jiecheng raised his arms and shouted!
Xibamei's legs trembled when she heard the sound, but her fighting spirit was high!
"Falkkorea!"

Although Corea stopped, it did not prevent him from continuing to fight.

August 6,
The river water in Gwangju still did not dilute the anger of the bullfighters' little blue pieces.

The Baga girls in Yokohama can't wait to put on the Samba team jersey to comfort Germany's sorrow.

The 31-day summer carnival finally came to an end, and the fireworks of the celebration were only lit for three parties:
Samba people,
Next year's Golden Throat boss,

And, Zhen Jiecheng!

earn!
Big profit!

Although Zhen Jiecheng was not a fake football fan in his previous life, he was not so concerned about the scores of the games. This World Cup was really so impressive that Zhen Jiecheng could even talk about the specific progress of many games.

As for the rest of the games, just buy them randomly and throw a few smoke bombs.

Win more and lose less, everyone is happy!
The bookmakers, who are making a lot of money, don't care about the number of lucky winners. They even give the green light to tourists' applications to transfer their lottery profits to overseas accounts without any obstacles.

Zhen Jiecheng originally planned to reserve some time to wait, and take the opportunity to criticize the Tiger Club with his eyes.

Now that was good, there was no reason, but it didn't affect Zhen Jiecheng's good mood at all.
"It's so cool to make a net profit of six!"

"Really cool!"

(End of this chapter)