I sell time in the world.

Chapter 107: Pretending to be too great

This hysterical scream caused his entire body to become tense.

The scar on Yin Ziwei's back was pulled.

"hiss!"

Yin Ziwei couldn't help but take a few breaths of cold air.

Lie down for a while.

Only then did Yin Ziwei feel much more comfortable.

at this time.

Yin Ziwei's cell phone rang again.

He picked up the phone with some difficulty and took a look at it.

Displayed on it is the name of the webmaster of the food delivery site.

Didn’t I already ask for leave from him?
Why are you calling me?
Yin Ziwei pressed the answer button in confusion.

Suddenly, a cold voice rang out.

"Yin Ziwei, can you do this?"

"what?"

“Now you’re starting to talk back to customers, right?”

Yin Ziwei asked with a frown.

"what happened?"

The webmaster's shouting voice also rang out.

"what happened?"

"What did you say happened?"

"You talked back to the customer and got a bad review from the customer!"

Upon hearing this, Yin Ziwei immediately understood.

Naturally, it was the bloated woman who complained.

Yin Ziwei responded and said.

"I see."

"Just deduct it as you want."

A sneer came from Yin Ziwei's cell phone.

"buckle?"

"How?"

"How many days have you worked this month?"

“How many orders have you completed?”

"Forget it. I'm too lazy to argue with you."

"You don't have to come to work tomorrow, that's all!"

Speaking of it.

Yin Ziwei's phone was hung up directly.

Hearing the blind tone on the phone, Yin Ziwei's face froze.

Over time.

His face was gradually filled with anger.

Yin Ziwei raised his cell phone and wanted to throw it away.

But when he thought about his balance, he gave up.

Just as I was about to put the phone down, it rang again.

Yin Ziwei's face changed.

But when he saw the name noted above, his expression instantly relaxed.

Confused, he pressed the answer button.

Yin Ziwei said in a low voice.

"Mom? What's wrong?"

A woman's deep voice suddenly came from the phone.

"Son"

"Your second uncle and I brought your father to the hospital."

"The doctor said the doctor said."

Yin Ziwei's expression changed and he asked quickly.

"What happened to my dad?"

A woman's voice responded.

"The doctor said your father's malignant tumor has progressed."

“It takes a lot of money to start the surgery.”

"But...but mom doesn't have that much money right now."

"Mom doesn't want to put too much pressure on you, but Mom really has no other choice."

Yin Ziwei's eyes narrowed and he repeated his mother's words.

“Malignant tumor progression.”

"Mom, how much does the doctor say it will cost?"

Mother Yin's words were somewhat halting.

"Yes. More than 80,000 are needed."

"All the relatives have borrowed money, and my mother has only borrowed more than 4 yuan."

Yin Ziwei responded immediately.

"I understand. I'll figure out the rest."

"Mom, stay with my dad first."

After saying a few more words.

Only then did Yin Ziwei hang up the phone.

With a movement of his hands, Yin Ziwei began to flip through his contact list.

After finding a number, Yin Ziwei dialed it.

"Hey, Mouse, I have something urgent on my hands and need some money."

"Can you lend me some?"

"Only five thousand?"

"Sure, thank you, Rat."

"I'll treat you to dinner next time."

After hanging up the phone, Yin Ziwei felt a little relieved.

It’s okay, at least I can still borrow some money.

But the next second.

A WeChat message appeared on Yin Ziwei's mobile phone screen.

"I'm sorry, I can't lend you 5000."

"My girlfriend took the money to buy a bag."

Looking at this information, Yin Ziwei's face froze again.

After replying, Yin Ziwei called again.

Until half an hour later.

His fingers quickly scrolled through the friend list.

Yin Ziwei discovered that among the hundreds of friends he had on WeChat, not a single one could lend him money.

next second.

Something came to his mind.

Yin Ziwei moved his hand and clicked on a loan.

After some input, I found that the screen showed "Does not meet the standards"!
I tried seven or eight platforms in a row, and without exception, all of them were not compatible.

time.

A thought of despair emerged in Yin Ziwei's mind.
He muttered to himself.

"It's over."

“It’s all over”

If you don't have money, then your father
at this time.

Yin Ziwei's gaze shifted.

He looked at the second-hand laptop on the computer desk not far away.

Because I forgot to turn it off, the screen is still on.

However, in the lower right corner of the screen, there is a black pop-up ad.

【Do you want to sell your time? 】

Yin Ziwei's attention was instantly attracted to it.

Enduring the pain in his body, he climbed out of the bed and sat on the wooden chair.

Looking at the pop-up ad that is only the size of a palm.

Yin Ziwei moved the mouse and clicked.

Suddenly, the laptop screen was completely occupied by black.

Without any hesitation.

Yin Ziwei filled in his current detailed address.

Time is slowly passing by.

For many people, time flies by.

But for Yin Ziwei now, every day is like a year.
In the ashtray on the computer desk.

It was already full of cigarette butts.

Even the entire rental house was filled with thick smoke. Half an hour later.

There was a sudden knock on the door.

Although Yin Ziwei was extremely looking forward to it before.

But now there's a knock on the door.

Yin Ziwei still couldn't bear the tension.

He asked tentatively.

"Who?"

After Yin Ziwei finished speaking, there was no response from outside the door.

But the knocking on the door continued.

dong dong dong.

Yin Ziwei slowly stood up and walked towards the door.

He opened the door.

Suddenly, a tall black figure entered Yin Ziwei's eyes.

Yin Ziwei's eyes narrowed and he stepped back almost uncontrollably.

Fortunately, his bed was right behind him.

Yin Ziwei sat directly on the bed.

Looking at the black figure walking towards them, Yin Ziwei asked nervously.

"You are. Who are you?"

The black figure did not answer him, but asked on his own.

"You want to sell time?"

Listen to the hoarse voice.

Yin Ziwei became more and more nervous.

"Selling time?"

"what are you saying?"

"Did you find the wrong person?"

The black figure still ignored Yin Ziwei's question and continued to ask.

"You want to sell time?"

Listening to these repeated and strange questions.

Yin Ziwei finally thought of something.

Isn’t this sentence similar to what you see when you click on a pop-up ad?

Yin Ziwei nodded hesitantly and said.

"It's me. I want to sell time."

The black figure hummed and said.

"If you sell it for a year, you can get 20,000."

“How many years will you be selling it for?”

Hearing the words of the black figure, Yin Ziwei's eyebrows raised instantly.

One year?
Get twenty thousand?

It sounds relatively low.

But compared with the salary I earned as a deliveryman for half a year.

In fact, the difference is not that big!
I only earn more than 5,000 yuan by running outside for a month!

You also have to pay for car rental, house rent, etc.

In the end, only one or two thousand were left.

The most important thing is that now only the black figure in front of him is willing to give him money!

I thought of my mother's words.

Yin Ziwei responded.

“I’m selling for five years.”

"No, ten years!"

"I want two hundred thousand!"

My father's surgery costs 80,000 yuan.

Although my mother borrowed 40,000 yuan.

But it's borrowed after all.

Even if their father is cured later, they will still face tremendous pressure.

The remaining money is enough for my father to recover slowly at home.

And, with the support of this funding.

You can totally do the work you like.

Instead of being forced to deliver food!
The black figure nodded and said.

"can!"

With a movement of his hand, a parchment scroll appeared in his hand.

"Just sign your name on the contract and that's it!"

Yin Ziwei took it with some doubt.

He took a look at the time selling contract and signed his name without any hesitation.

immediately.

Yin Ziwei handed over the contract again.

The black figure reached out to take it and said in a deep voice.

"Transaction successful."

As soon as he finished speaking, a windproof lighter appeared in his hand.

In Yin Ziwei's surprised eyes.

The parchment scroll was directly set on fire.
Looking at the smoke that is bigger than the one I smoke.

Yin Ziwei's eyes widened instantly.

He didn't know why.
Yin Ziwei was about to speak when he found his body suddenly enveloped by a golden mist.

The next second, the mist dissipated and disappeared into the rental house.

Watch this scene.

Yin Ziwei's eyes narrowed and he was about to speak.

A crisp bank deposit notification sounded.

He took out his cell phone in confusion and took a look at it.

The bank balance has reached six figures!

Yin Ziwei said in surprise.

"Really? Really two hundred thousand?"

The black figure's strange operation.

Yin Ziwei really didn't understand why.

But what he was sure of was that the two hundred thousand was indeed transferred to his bank balance.

The black figure did not answer him, turned around and walked out of the rental house.

Looking at the figure gradually disappearing.

Yin Ziwei said with gratitude in his mouth.

"Thank you."

Withdrawing his gaze, Yin Ziwei transferred the 100,000 yuan over without any hesitation.

Simultaneously.

Yin Ziwei called his mother.

A few seconds later.

The call is connected.

Yin Ziwei said excitedly.

"Mom, I transferred the money to you."

"Hurry up and ask the doctor to arrange the surgery!"

Mother Yin's doubtful voice sounded.

"Son, where do you get so much money?"

Yin Ziwei explained with a smile.

"Of course I earned it from work."

“I told you, my salary is very high now.”

"Okay, okay, I won't talk to you anymore."

"I'll buy a ticket back now!"

hang up the phone.

Yin Ziwei changed into clean clothes, packed his luggage, and left the rental house.

Come downstairs.

Yin Ziwei didn't notice at all that there was a business car not far away.

Luo Jingshang was breathing nervously.

It’s not because Luo Jingshang is afraid.

It's because this act is too cold and too noble.

He found it difficult to adapt for a while.

Until then.

Luo Jingshang then realized that his boss seemed to be very calm when selling things.

But isn’t this a very demanding requirement on one’s character?
(End of this chapter)