In the bridge hole, several people sat in a circle, each with a bowl of noodles.

The clear noodle soup with little water is not unpalatable, but it is not delicious either.

However, after a while, the sound of Fei Ran sucking noodles stopped.

He listened to what Xiong Yi and the others said, and then looked at the ordinary noodles in his bowl, as if he was not eating the same bowl as them.

The flattering voices of Xiong Yi and the others were very clear, earnest and sincere, resounding through the entire bridge tunnel.

Xiong Yi: "The noodles are smooth and soft. Boss is indeed the boss. The cooked noodles are so delicious."

Xiong Er: "This noodle soup is sweet and thirst-quenching, delicious and delicious, the boss is indeed the boss."

Xiong San glanced at Fei Li's indifferent face, and nodded quickly.

Fear.

Holding the noodles in his hand, Fei Ran turned his head and asked Xiong Yi and the others: "After eating this noodles, do you still have the feeling of being in a fairyland?"

Xiong Yi and the others looked at Fei Ran with admiration in their eyes.

The eldest brother is indeed the eldest brother, boasting that everyone is so talented.

Xiong Yi and the others nodded fiercely.

Fei Ran took a sip of the noodles, shook his head and sighed, "I'm afraid you may have been poisoned."

As he spoke, Fei Ran took another big mouthful of the noodles, and muttered: "The noodles are obviously soft and salt-free, I almost thought that the ones we ate were not from the same pot—"

With a bang, the face in Fei Ran's hand disappeared.

Fei Ran stagnantly sucked on the noodles hanging from his mouth, and looked at Fei Li.

Fei Li looked at Fei Ran coldly, took out five yuan from his pocket and patted it into Fei Ran's hand: "Go and buy something to eat."

Xiong Yi and the others looked at Fei Li with a cold face, and then at Fei Ran who was empty-handed.

The war between boss and big brother...

No, they didn't see anything.

Xiong and the others immediately buried themselves in eating noodles.

Suck

Fei Ran: ...

Why is he so pitiful...

Fei Ran looked at the five yuan in his hand, thought for a while, and put the money into his pocket.

Afterwards, Fei Ran looked at Fei Li, with a solemn voice:

"I think this complexion is full of fragrance, soft in the mouth, like a cloud, like being trapped in cotton, and there is a feeling of floating. The noodle soup is even more light and refreshing, like lying on the river and listening to the rain at night. The aftertaste is empty. After eating this Behind the scenes, I..."

Xiong Yi and the others glanced at the elder brother who changed his words after only charging five yuan, and they paused for a while.

Suck

Big brother deserves to be big brother.

However……

Fei Ran's series of compliments did not move Fei Li's cold heart at all.

Fei Li was completely indifferent.

In the end, Fei Ran was so angry that he slapped back the five yuan on the spot: "I'll buy your noodles."

The five-yuan banknote was slapped on the cabinet, and there was a bang, like a rainbow.

Just when Fei Li looked at the money on the cabinet in a daze.

Fei Ran quickly took away the noodles in his hand, and after eating in two or three bites, he put the bowl back into Fei Li's hand.

In the end, he took the five yuan from the cabinet and put it in his pocket, saying in a righteous tone, "The noodles are too bad, the service attitude is tough, refund."

Bear One Bear Two Bear Three: ...

Fei Li looked down at the empty noodle bowl in his hand, and fell silent unexpectedly.

Not long after Xiong Yixiong Erxiong San left, the sky around the bridge hole gradually darkened.

Fei Ran lay on the bed in the bridge hole, and shouted to Fei Li who was washing dishes outside: "Boss Li, light a candle."

Candle……

When Fei Li thought of something, he stopped washing the dishes.

In the morning, he mistakenly thought that Fei Ran's nature was hard to change, so he put the candle...

Fei Li continued to wash the dishes: "The candle is gone."

"It fell on the ground this morning, and I picked it up and put it in a drawer."

Outside the bridge hole, Fei Li's action of bending over to scoop water will live for you.

In the bridge hole, Fei Ran's voice continued: "The family is poor recently, and frugality is our traditional virtue."

……frugal……

His mother was seriously ill, and Fei Ran never frugal.

An accident happened at home, Fei Ran was never frugal.

He was besieged and hospitalized, and Fei Ran had never been frugal...

Only after I was hungry for two meals, I knew how to be frugal...

Outside the bridge hole, Fei Li's face was hidden in the dark night, and he couldn't see his expression. He bent down and continued to scoop out the water in the small red bucket.

In the cave, Fei Ran was still shouting: "My dear old Dali, use candles as you need, and you don't have to be so frugal."

"No." Fei Li's cold voice came from outside.

Suddenly, a slight switch sounded in the dark night.

Click——

A beam of super bright light shot from the hole behind Fei Li.

The incandescent flashlight illuminated Fei Li's back as if it was shining, and the entire bridge hole was bright.

Under the white light, Fei Li looked at the clearly visible porcelain bowl in the pot, and stopped in place for a moment.

In the cave, Fei Ran's voice carried a faint smile: "Boss, I will send you a beam of light for free."

In the dream that night, wherever Fei Li went, a beam of light would appear, and then all the fairies within a hundred miles of him would be illuminated to death.

In the end, Fei Li stood up to the white light all the way, and became a fairy among the demons.

However, at the moment when he became a Buddha, the light behind him suddenly opened its bloody mouth and swallowed him in.

Wow——

Fei Li woke up suddenly, sat up, with cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

Fei Li panted and looked around.

There was no one in the cave, and Fei Ran was not there.

Fei Ran went out early in the morning with a garbage bag in his hand, so he had to earn money early.

However, after picking up a bag of trash, Fei Ran went into the Internet cafe with the sack in hand.

It was like this for several days.

Apart from picking up trash, Fei Ran spends time in Internet cafes.

Tianxia Mighty's Internet Cafe is located at the corner of a main street. The old Internet Cafe sign at the entrance is already a little crooked. The iron frame sign on the door looks heavy, and even shakes slightly when the wind blows.

Fei Ran stopped and looked up.

Then he stepped in.

Fei Ran knocked on the bar and said, "Boss, it's time for your house number to be repaired."

"No need, just be steady." The boss waved his hand indifferently, and he muttered: "I think you just want to pick up our brand."

The owner of the Internet cafe is familiar with Fei Ran.

This garbage picker regularly reports with a sack of garbage every day, five hours each time, and pays nine yuan a time, every time.

The boss looked at Fei Ran, and couldn't help being a little puzzled: "The money you pick up every day is enough for you?"

The boss felt that Fei Ran probably used the money he spent on picking up trash every day to go online.

"Tsk." Fei Ran glanced at the boss: "Boss, are you looking down on me?"

The boss sneered: "That can't be, you are a big customer, and you paid nine yuan today?"

"No." Fei Ran raised his voice: "Today I will show you what a real big client is."

The boss's eyes lit up: "It seems that you have picked up a lot today, congratulations."

As long as the money can go into your pocket, picking up garbage is also a big customer.

The boss suggested: "Do you want to pay a monthly subscription? A monthly subscription is much more cost-effective than buying an hour every day, and..."

The boss started to sell with all his heart, trying as hard as he could to empty out all the rubbish money Fei Ran picked up today.

Fei Ran: "You think highly of me too much."

With such a beautiful and leisurely voice, one could only think that he was talking ironically.

Did this trash picker get money today?

Thinking of this, the boss was very excited.

The boss suppressed the excitement in his heart, and tentatively asked, "What about the year?"

"No." Fei Ran shook his head: "Not good enough for me."

The boss's heart suddenly rose, and he became even more excited. Could it be that this person discovered a family heirloom? Rich? Come specifically to his face?

If this happens……

The boss began to shout from the bottom of his heart: Hit, hit hard! Hit swollen!

Fei Ran slapped the ten yuan bill on the table, "Give me ten yuan today."

The ten-yuan banknotes on the bar counter were a bit old, and they were still trembling in the air.

The boss's heart began to leak, and his whole body felt chilly.

The Internet cafe fee is one yuan and five hours, ten yuan is five hours and forty minutes, even six hours is not enough...

But that's not what hurt the boss the most.

Fei Ran pushed the ten yuan on the bar to the boss, then leaned closer and whispered: "Boss, for the sake of being a regular customer, you can give me another 20 minutes, enough for six hours."

The gap in my heart is too big, the boss is already very sad, he will not lose money.

The boss pulled the face with a slap, and put the money into the drawer: "No."

Fei Ran let out a sigh, and then said as a matter of course: "Then you refund me one yuan, and I am no longer a big customer."

The boss's hand holding the money shook, and he couldn't believe it when he looked at Fei Ran.

He has only seen the more aggressive ones, but he has never seen such shameless ones...

"Boss, give me two hours." At this moment, someone came in from behind and shouted.

Holding the ten yuan that Fei Ran gave, the boss clenched his hands tightly, and began to struggle in his heart.

Fei Ran helped to remind: "Boss, please open this three yuan first, and then refund my money after opening."

three...

ten dollars...

In the end, the boss shook his heart and reluctantly drove Fei Ran for six hours.

It's so hard to do business these days...

Fei Ran left contentedly.

As soon as Fei Ran left, he walked to the boss after two hours of driving.

He handed three one-yuan notes to the bar, and then looked back at Fei Ran inexplicably.

He turned his head and asked the boss in a low voice: "Boss, was that man a trash picker just now?"

The boss charged him three yuan, and said angrily, "Ask what you're doing here."

The boss also came from hard times. He likes to gossip about money, but he doesn't like to gossip about people behind their backs.

Feiran's clothes are clean and neat, not luxurious, but he has his own aura. If ordinary people don't know the truth, they won't think he is a garbage picker. This is why the boss thinks that Fei Ran has something.

Life is inherently difficult, who would not have encountered something, if something happened to him and the Internet cafe closed down, he might have to pick up trash.

However, none of this has anything to do with him now.

The boss set the time, and told the young man with non-mainstream long hair in front of him: "Computer No. 21, the time is two hours. After two hours, the computer will be disconnected from the Internet. If you are looking for information, please pay attention to the time."

The non-mainstream curled his lips disapprovingly, and wandered in to play games with his pockets in his pocket.

In the Internet cafe, Fei Ran is sitting in the corner, there is no one around, only himself.

Fei Ran's face was brightened by the blue light of the computer. He stared at the various numbers in front of the computer, and started trading in an orderly manner, selling stocks, picking stocks, and buying positions...

At this time, Fei Ran's face was calm and calm, not at all like the person who was arguing with the owner of the Internet cafe just now.

Fei Ran took the money from selling the original owner's things, excluding the tuition fees for Fei Li, and invested the rest in short-term stocks.

Although short-term stocks are labor-intensive, short-term stocks are undoubtedly the most suitable way to raise money after the national shareholding reform and the bull market is approaching.

In the Internet cafe, on the old desktop computer screen, the numbers on the screen are still flashing, and the jumping and flying characters dazzle the eyes, and the time slowly passes by with the characters.

ring ring ring——

In Beiji School, the school bell rang.

In the classroom of Class 1 of Senior Three, Xiong Yixiong Erxiong San packed their schoolbags and stood in front of Fei Li together: "Boss, let's go."

Fei Li stopped the hand that received the book.

Although he has been called the boss many times, Fei Li is still a little uncomfortable.

In the classroom, at this time, some people secretly looked in Fei Li's direction.

They didn't understand what was going on, but in just a few days, Fei Li got mixed up with three scumbags from the countryside, and was yelled at by the boss every day.

Although Fei Li doesn't socialize with his classmates, he is different in the eyes of everyone.

No one except the class teacher knows the real situation of Fei Li's family. In the eyes of schoolmates, Fei Li is still an ideal in the world with a good family background, good looks, and good grades.

Although his personality is not very close to everyone, there are not a few people who like him.

In school, Fei Li was the object of private discussion by girls and the jealous and envious opponent of boys in private.

But now, everyone in the class looked at Fei Li with puzzled eyes, wondering how he became the boss of one and the other, mixing with those three scumbags with bad rumors.

Fei Li himself didn't understand either.

He is not the boss.

But he said it was useless.

Whether it's because he doesn't let Fei Ran pick up the trash, or he doesn't want to be the boss of Xiong Yi and the others, it doesn't matter.

However, he still pulled his schoolbag and stood up from the table.

The schoolbag was thrown onto his shoulders, Fei Li stepped forward tall and straight, "Go."

Compared with odd jobs, the nature of picking up garbage is more dynamic and flexible, which is convenient for the third year of high school. Considering it from various perspectives, it was finally listed as the most preferred by Fei Li.

and,

It's true... a lot of money...

He still has to pick up trash today.

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