I won 90 million, all I want to do is lie down and relax!

"The two courtyards cost several hundred thousand yuan, a car costs more than 300,000 yuan, and the shops are estimated to be more than 2 million yuan."

Two or three million, a shop paid in full?

Upon hearing these numbers, Chen Bing froze on the spot, completely forgetting to react.

From Tesla, then two courtyards, and now a shop has appeared.

Chen Bing only knew that with her salary, she would have to save for decades without eating or drinking to earn that much.

"It seems you really don't know."

Zhao Dahai picked up the kettle, somewhat surprised by his niece's reaction, then shook his head and laughed, "This Xiao Lu is really good at hiding things. I completely misjudged him. And this doesn't even include the renovations. Bingbing, do you know what this means? You're so dedicated to this project; you and Xiao Lu can't really be just ordinary friends, can you?"

Chen Bing remained silent.

She did a lot of mental preparation before she was able to focus all her attention on work.

"Bingbing, to be honest, this Xiao Lu is a rare find in Yunzhao." Zhao Dahai paused, picked up the teapot, and poured himself a cup. "If you really have that intention, don't be coy. Some doors close on their own if you don't push them."

"perhaps……"

Chen Bing lowered her head, her fingers clenched so tightly they turned white, and said in a voice so soft only she could hear, "It's already too late."

"What?" Zhao Dahai hadn't heard what was said clearly.

"It's nothing, Uncle, I'll go take care of my work now."

Chen Bing put down her teacup, stood up abruptly, and walked out without looking back.

The door closed behind her, and she stood in the corridor, suddenly forgetting where she had originally intended to go.

She stood there for five seconds before realizing she was in the materials section.

But her feet seemed rooted to the spot, and she couldn't take another step.

……

"General!"

"Chief!"

"Eat that pawn!"

Under the streetlights in the alley, several figures huddled together.

Lu Zhaoyang sat on a small stool among a group of old men.

In recent days, he has gradually become a familiar face in the neighborhood.

These old men are his chess friends; he comes over to play chess whenever he has free time.

Sometimes I watch them play chess, and sometimes I play a couple of games myself.

"Still taking pawns, trying to gain small advantages, our base is about to be raided!"

Lu Zhaoyang shook his head at the old man who had just given him the idea, and withdrew one of the cannons.

The old man opposite glared at her, clearly unhappy.

Don't even mention things like "a true gentleman observes chess in silence." Such words might be okay at first, but they don't really hold true once everyone gets to know each other.

The old man glared at her again, but his gaze was utterly ineffective, before he lowered his head and began discussing countermeasures with the people around him.

Lu Zhaoyang watched with a smile, and when he looked up, he found that Li Jianxiang had been standing next to him at some point.

He was holding a file folder in his hand, and his forehead was covered in sweat.

"Brother Xiang, when did you arrive? You didn't tell me!"

Lu Zhaoyang stood up and asked with a smile

"Anyway, I know you're home, so it doesn't matter whether I tell you or not."

Li Jianxiang glanced at the chessboard behind him and said with envy, "Your job as the behind-the-scenes boss is so leisurely. It makes me so envious."

"Brother Xiang, don't say that. We made a three-point agreement beforehand. The management is in your hands, and I dare not interfere casually for fear of affecting your performance. But if there is anything I can do to help you, just say the word."

"No, just kidding, but I am genuinely envious."

Li Jianxiang waved his hand and handed over the file folder he was holding.

Lu Zhaoyang looked at the file folder, feeling somewhat helpless, unsure whether to accept it or not.

"Brother Xiang, you really don't need to keep running around like this. I have a general idea of ​​the expenses for the renovations and shopping. Can I ask you for it when I have some free time?"

"That won't do!"

Li Jianxiang looked serious. "We agreed that I would have management rights. These initial expenses are not small amounts of money, nor are they daily expenses. We certainly can't be vague about them. It's better to clarify and discuss them beforehand so that I can feel at ease."

"Yes, yes, what you said definitely makes sense. My main point is that if you love someone, you should completely believe them..."

Lu Zhaoyang wanted to crack a joke.

Just then, a voice interrupted them: "Are you still playing or not? Are you going to keep playing cards?"

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

Lu Zhaoyang's eyes lit up. Without giving Li Jianxiang a chance to speak, he put his arm around him and walked over, pressing him down to sit at the card table.

"Zhaoyang, I don't have time to play this, I'm busy."

"Brother Xiang, there's no rush."

"No, no, this is a complete waste of time, I'm not playing."

"Young man, don't rush around doing this and that. Being able to waste time is also a skill."

An old man shuffled the cards and said to Li Jianxiang, "When you get to our age, you'll probably understand that there aren't that many great things to do or that you're busy with; it's all just a waste of life. The difference is, you can waste your life happily by playing cards."

Li Jianxiang was probably slightly shocked by the old man's unexpected and somewhat Zen-like philosophical words.

Before he could even process what those words meant, the old man had already dealt the cards to him.

Lu Zhaoyang shook the cards in his hand, signaling him to relax: "Just enjoy wasting your life, Brother Xiang."

The cards have all been dealt.

Helpless, Li Jianxiang could only give a wry smile and grab the playing cards in front of him.

At first, as he played the cards, he couldn't help but think about the various trivial matters of water and electricity construction and food procurement.

Until the old man beside him scolded him with a stern face.

Li Jianxiang, a man in his thirties, blushed slightly.

Finally, he put his mind at ease and focused intently on the cards in his hand.

I lost the first game.

Li Jianxiang straightened up slightly.

That was a hand that almost won.

I lost the second game too.

Defeated.

One of the old men who was with us was too stupid and dragged us down.

That old man!

Li Jianxiang couldn't help but glance at Hua Huabai's white hair.

In the third hand, Li Jianxiang stared at the cards in his hand.

This game went way too smoothly.

He finally got a good hand, and Li Jianxiang subconsciously sat up straight.

The old man next to him glanced at him and said, "Boss Li, why are you sitting so straight? The cards aren't going to run away."

Li Jianxiang didn't say anything, but his fingers gripped the cards tightly.

Finally, he won!

It's not easy!

Li Jianxiang wiped his forehead, glanced at Lu Zhaoyang beside him, and his eyes clearly showed more joy.

In the fourth lap, Lu Zhaoyang handed him a card, which Li Jianxiang took, but his hand froze in mid-air.

He stared at the card for two seconds, then suddenly slammed it onto the table.

"Let's go!"

The sound was so loud it startled even himself.

The alleyway fell silent for a moment.

Li Jianxiang stared blankly at his hands, then at the scattered cards on the table.

The hand he used to slam his hand on the table was slightly numb.

Three years.

After his restaurant closed, he never seemed to slam his fist on the table like that again.

In the past, banging on the table was used to urge suppliers to deliver goods quickly or to drive away drunkards who were taking up seats.

This table was brought from home by Grandpa Wang at the entrance of the alley. It's missing a leg and is propped up with two bricks.

He actually slammed his fist on the table over two playing cards on bricks.

"Boss Li, you're on a winning streak!"

The old men burst into laughter.

Li Jianxiang couldn't help but grin as well.

Such a waste of life is much more interesting than he imagined.