Making a living in Dongguan, her fiery red lips offer me tenderness.

"Ding Yang, I think you should ask Lin Nana for a loan. She definitely has the money. We're classmates, and 1 yuan is nothing to her."

"Dawei, I don't usually have much contact with her. We just had a meal yesterday, and today she's asking to borrow money from me. I'm a little hesitant to ask her."

"Ding Yang, you're just being stubborn and suffering for it. We're all classmates, what's wrong with asking her? If she's unwilling to lend it to you, you've wasted your breath, and there's no need to contact her again. If you can't bring yourself to ask, I'll call her."

"No need for that. Okay, I'll give her a call and see if she'll give me that kind of face."

"Um!"

"Alright, I'll hang up now. Contact me again if you need anything. If she refuses to lend it, let me know."

"Um!"

After hanging up the phone, Ding Yang thought for a moment.

I still dialed it.

"Hey, Ding Yang!"

"Nana, what are you busy with?"

"Nothing much, just got home from dinner a little while ago. It's a bit late today. Where are you now?"

"I'm in Chang'an, staying with a friend."

"Oh! Why did you decide to call me? Do you miss me?"

"Nana, can I borrow 1 yuan from you?"

"Ah... what happened? Why does it cost so much money?"

"Nothing happened. I want to open a small shop specializing in cement and sand. There are many residential areas here that need renovation, and I feel that this business is viable. I'll rent a small storefront and buy a used dump truck, which will cost around ten thousand yuan."

"Ding Yang, you don't have much experience in building materials, so why did you suddenly decide to do this?"

"Actually, I've already worked all day and earned a little over 300 yuan, so I'm thinking of starting my own business. I wonder if my old classmate would be willing to do that for me?"

Lin Nana paused for a moment,

"Ding Yang, I'm so sorry, I received a lot of goods today, and I've already paid the merchants. I don't have much money left. Could you wait a few days? I'll deliver it to you in a few days."

"Oh, is that so? Then there's no need for that. It's too much trouble for you. I shouldn't have asked in the first place. Thank you."

"It's alright, I feel bad for not being able to help you, I'm sorry!"

"It's nothing, sorry to bother you, I'll hang up now."

"Wait, Ding Yang, I think selling cement and sand is too tiring and not suitable for you. Why don't you come to Humen and sell clothes with me?"

"Thank you, let's talk later. I'll hang up now, goodbye!"

Ding Yang hung up the phone.

"Snapped!"

Ding Yang slapped himself in the face, realizing how damn stupid he was for speaking so rudely.

Damn it, when you're poor in the city, nobody cares; when you're rich in the mountains, you have distant relatives. When you have wine and meat, you have many brothers; but when you're in trouble, where is one of them?

When you're successful, everyone around you is smiling; when you're down on your luck, not a single person will lend a helping hand.

The world is cold and indifferent. If you don't have money, don't even think about borrowing any. People will only add flowers to brocade, but never charcoal in the snow. If I, Ding Yang, were a millionaire, I could borrow 10 from her, and she would lend it to me without batting an eye. But if you don't have money, let alone 1, she wouldn't even lend you 1000.

When you're down on your luck, no one lends a hand; when you try to borrow money, you're met with rejection everywhere. It turns out that people's hearts are as thin as paper, and the world is as cold as frost.

Ding Yang dialed Wang Yi's number.

"Hey, darling!"

"Ding Yang, how could you bear to call me?"

I miss you!

"Hehe, really?"

"Of course!"

How much do you want to?

"I'm having wild thoughts, and I can't sleep."

"Isn't that right!"

"Yi'er, where are you now?"

"Just got back from having a late-night snack, and I'm getting ready to take a shower and go to bed in my dorm."

"Yi'er, I need to talk to you about something."

"What is it?"

"Do you have 1 yuan to lend me?"

"Oh, what do you need so much money for?"

"I'm in Chang'an and I'm thinking of opening a small shop selling cement and sand. I'll need about ten thousand yuan in capital. Can you lend it to me? I'll pay you back next month."

"Ding Yang, we don't need to borrow from each other. It's just that I only have a little over 1000 yuan left. I sent it back home a few days ago when I got my salary. My parents manage all my money."

Ding Yang cursed inwardly, thinking he'd rather believe in ghosts than believe a woman's lying mouth. He was such a fool for even opening his mouth.

"Oh, never mind then, just pretend I didn't ask."

"Ding Yang, I don't need to spend much money at the factory. I have more than 1000 yuan on me. Give me your bank card number and I'll transfer it to you."

"No need, keep the money for yourself and spend it slowly. I'll figure out a way to make money myself."

"Ding Yang, it's a promise, you're not allowed to get angry!"

"No, I was just saying it casually. Why get angry? Go take a shower and go to bed."

"Okay! Then remember to miss me!"

"goodbye!"

After hanging up the phone, Ding Yang was filled with despair. He realized that with women, you can only talk about feelings, not money. Even if you are her first love, even if you are her first man, you are still worthless in the face of money.

They can be all lovey-dovey with words, but when it comes to money, they're completely heartless.

Second Master is right. You can kiss a woman on the lips, but never believe what she says.

There's no need to call Liu Jing; she definitely won't lend it to you. Don't make a fool of yourself.

Ding Yang was somewhat desperate. Where could he find money? He couldn't even get a bank loan.

Should we ask our cousin Liu Cuicui for help?

How can I even ask a prostitute for money? I even insulted her like that last time.

Forget it, I'll just keep doing manual labor for now. If I can earn 300 a day, I can earn 9000 a month. If I do this for a month or two, I can open my own shop.

To be honest, I was a bit surprised that Dawei was unwilling to lend money. Could it be that his parents really couldn't afford it? Maybe not.

About half an hour later, my phone suddenly rang; it was an unfamiliar number.

"Hello!"

"Ding Yang, that's me, Zhang Jianguo."

"Jianguo, how did you get my phone number?"

"Dawei just called me. You came to Chang'an without telling me, didn't you?"

"No, I just arrived recently. I was planning to contact you today, but something came up and I was worried about bothering you, so I'm going to try again tomorrow."

Where are you now?

"I'm here in Usa, where are you?"

"I work at Jinbao Electronics Factory in Shatou, which isn't far from where you are."

"Oh, I'm not familiar with this either."

"Ding Yang, wait for me, I'll come find you right away, I'll take a motorcycle taxi."

"Then I'll wait for you at the street corner."

"OK!"