Rebirth of the King of Waves

Chapter 7 Pain Comes from Comparison

Victory! !
The announcement of victory came over his phone. As the sun set in the evening, Ning Bishu sat up from a long wooden bench on the other side of the riverside park and stretched out his body. In the afterglow of the setting sun, several people were standing by the river a few meters in front of him, fishing. A dozen fishing rods, which looked expensive, were lined up along the riverside railing.

Ning Bishu looked at the peaceful and tranquil scene in front of him and thought that after he closed the net, he would also have to pick a day to experience the feeling of having nothing to do after eating.

Even though he doesn't know how to fish at all.

Ning Bishu put his almost dead phone back into his pocket and went home for dinner.

The two days of the weekend passed in a flash.

In order not to worry his mother, he played games in the park for two days.

The rank of Honor of Kings also rose from Invincible Platinum to Super Star IV.

Seeing that the distance to 50 stars of Honor King is not too far.

As long as he is given another forty or fifty days, which is about half a season, Ning Bishu feels that he can definitely do it.

Because he felt that he had already realized it.

This game is all about survival, and you mainly rely on your teammates.

When I got home a short while later, the house was still pitch black as usual. My mom was reluctant to turn on the lights, and the atmosphere was as heavy as the sky. She'd made an extra dish today: a plate of steamed waxed chicken wings, saying it was to nourish Ning Bishu.

Ning Bishu felt guilty in his heart. The female colleagues in their company usually used this thing as a snack.

Throw away what you can’t finish.

On the other hand, his family is now in such a state...

To be honest, for a local native living in the city center of a second-tier city to have achieved this, it is actually a miracle in reverse.

"Mom, I'm done eating..." Ning Bishu put down his bowl and chopsticks and said softly.

"Is that all you're eating?"

"Well, eat more."

Ning Bishu only ate the rice without eating any vegetables, and left most of the cured chicken on the plate.

Bi Guifen looked at the plate and muttered quietly, "There's so much left, we can't finish it today. Well, I don't have to buy groceries tomorrow..."

Ning Bishu didn't say anything. He turned around, went into the room, took out some clothes, and went into the bathroom.

After about ten minutes, he quickly finished his shower and ran out of the bathroom trembling.

In winter, we never turn on the heating at home.

Because they are poor, his family does not have this consumption habit.

Running back to his room, Ning Bishu quickly closed the door, turned on the light, and quickly put on his clothes.

After being dressed and bathed, my body quickly warmed up.

He let out a breath and sat down, then took out his cell phone and took a look at it out of habit.

Just then, I saw a high school classmate send me a message on a certain message board: "Must lose, are you there?"

Ning Bishu thought about it, didn’t reply, and then blocked the message directly.

Nine out of ten people who ask if someone is there want to borrow money.

And out of ten people who open their mouths to borrow money from him, ten out of ten are beasts.

So I will never make friends with beasts.

After killing a classmate, Ning Bishu had nothing to do, so he opened timi again.

However, just as he was about to start ranking, his phone rang again.

An unknown number.

Ning Bishu hung up directly.

After waiting for three seconds, the phone rang again.

This time, Ning Bishu didn't hang up.

The person who was so persistent in calling him must have something serious going on.

He let the phone ring and slowly and calmly exited the game.

Then, he answered calmly, "Hello."

"Fuck you! Ning Bishu! You blocked me!" The other party was very angry.

Although they hadn't seen each other for over a decade, Ning Bishu could still recognize his voice and said directly, "Pang Da Rao, why are you looking for me? I don't have any money, I don't buy insurance, I don't buy financial products, and I don't participate in any sunshine projects."

"Go away! I'm getting married! I want to invite you to dinner! Are you coming? And you deleted me... I shouldn't have called you. You are such a... heartless and ungrateful person!" Pang Darao yelled.

Ning Bishu seemed to be able to see his trembling white flesh, and couldn't help but smile. He asked, "When?" "The ninth day of the first lunar month!" Pang Darao said, "Jinou Hotel, are you coming? I won't accept any red envelopes from you, just show your support!"

"Oh, the ninth day... that's really not the right time."

"Tsk! I knew you were such a devoid of humanity. Forget it, forget it. I wasn't expecting you to come anyway. If I hadn't kept the yearbook and seen your number, you'd be number one in the class after all..."

"He's number one in the school." Ning Bishu corrected.

"Okay, okay, okay! Number one in the school! Number one in the school! You're awesome! If you're so awesome, why are you driving a luxury car, living in a villa, and being the CEO of something?" Pang Da Rao shouted angrily.

Ning Bishu was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "Brother, that's not what I meant. My entire fortune is stuck in the stock market, and I'm in so much pain. I predict that I'll be able to get out of this around the 15th or 16th of the first lunar month. If you get married a few days later, I'll definitely send you a gift. But right now, I really can't help it. I only have a little over 1,000 yuan left in my pocket, and I still have to eat."

"Fuck you...you're gambling!"

Pang Da Rao shouted, "In this situation, you're still investing in stocks? How much have you lost?"

Ning Bishu said: "Eight and a half million."

On the other end of the phone, Pang Darao was silent for a while.

After a long while, the old classmate finally sighed: "Brother Number One, you are really awesome..."

"so so."

"No! Definitely not ordinary! You're truly a talent to owe so much! I can understand if you don't come, really. But it's best if you come. I've called your deskmate, that guy!"

"I know." Ning Bishu smiled faintly and interrupted, "We're all this age now, it's boring. She's in her thirties, and in two years the water and electricity will be cut off. What else can we do? If I were to find someone, I'd definitely look for a twenty-year-old girl."

"Hehehe, oh, by the way, you're not married yet, right?"

"I will definitely invite you to my wedding." Ning Bishu drew a picture casually.

Pang Darao said, "Come on, you still want to call me? You don't even think of me."

Ning Bishu chuckled.

The two exchanged a few more pleasantries and ended the call.

After hanging up the phone, Ning Bishu shook his head slightly.

Anyone who has been number one is bound to have troubles like this.

Among those old classmates, there will always be some who, after becoming successful, will want to come back and compete with you.

What's the point?

Ning Bishu never compares himself with others.

Because there is no comparison.

Let’s not talk about the distant ones, let’s talk about the nearest ones.

His third uncle.

His father's younger brother.

Starting from the same point, Ning Bishu's father repaired bicycles for half his life and ended up with nothing. His third uncle went out to make a living early and married a leader. The two worked together and lived in a small villa in the early 90s.

Today, he owns properties all over the city, and has so much money in his pocket that even Ning Bishu can't catch up with him even if he cheats.

It's the kind of situation where even if Ning Bishu really succeeds from scratch one day, and then runs up to him excitedly to show off, shouting that he earns a million a year, his third uncle will at most turn around and say lightly: Oh, then who doesn't?

This thing is really discouraging.

What's even more ridiculous is that Ning Bishu has at least four or five relatives like his third uncle in his family.

If they join hands, they will become a small local consortium!
Even worse than your mother!

Ning Bishu could completely understand why. Over the past decade or so, the total number of times these people had visited his home didn't exceed the number on one hand. Really, it was a great honor for them to come, and it was very thoughtful.

Class backwardness is a permanent separation.

They really make tens of thousands of dollars a year to make a living, so how could they have so much time to waste on their family?

Ning Bishu shook his head and for a moment he lost the mood to play games.

He opened his Moments again and took a look.

Many company clients in my circle of friends are posting photos of visiting relatives and friends and having dinner together during the Chinese New Year.

In Ning Bishu's opinion, those tables of ordinary New Year's Eve dinners were not that good, but they were also far away from him.

It can be seen that people who live a wealthy life will never lack the festive atmosphere during the Chinese New Year.

Only poor people would ask why the festive atmosphere of the New Year in life is becoming less and less.

why?
Why do you say?
Of course it’s because the New Year atmosphere has long been absorbed by the rich!
I'm sorry!

(End of this chapter)