Song Jiang struggled for a long time, and finally asked tentatively, "Lord Shenjun, what do you plan to do for a living in the future?"
"It's up to you?!" Meng Zhe said without concealment.
"Rely on me? Brother, how much money can I make in a month?!" Song Jiang suddenly felt dumbfounded.
Unexpectedly, Meng Zhe said seriously, "It doesn't matter, I don't eat much anyway..."
Although Meng Zhe said this, Song Jiang soon discovered that he was still too naive, because even though Meng Zhe's soul had been changed, his body was still an out-and-out young master! !
Especially when Meng Zhe looked at the soy milk fried dough sticks that Song Jiang bought from downstairs, he said with a look of disgust, "Is this something for humans to eat? How could I remember that Meng Zhe had a ham sandwich with Italian food for breakfast before?" Where’s the coffee?”
After hearing this, Song Jiang rolled his eyes helplessly, then got up and went to the refrigerator to take out a piece of ham sausage. When he came back, he stuffed it into the fried dough sticks. Then he took out a pack of instant coffee from the drawer and poured it into the dough sticks. Meng Zhe stirred the soy milk and said, "Eat it, an authentic French ham sandwich with Italian coffee!"
Meng Zhe doubtfully picked up the fried dough stick stuffed with ham and took a bite. He felt that there was something wrong with the taste, but he couldn't tell for the moment. In addition, Song Jiang across the table nodded to him with a sincere expression, telling him to eat quickly. So Meng Zhe started eating one bite after another, and in the end he really liked the taste.
But Song Jiang kept looking at Meng Zhe elegantly eating "breakfast" without tears, because he finally realized a more serious problem. If everything the man in front of him said was true, did that mean that Thinking that you will be tied to the other person for the rest of your life, you still have to take care of his food and housing? !
He, a small eighteenth-tier Internet writer who had trouble supporting himself, actually had to support another family. This really made Song Jiang feel the pressure of life, so he tentatively said to Meng Zhe, "Master Shenjun, in fact, Meng Zhe Zhe should be quite rich. Since you have already borrowed his body, you naturally don’t care about borrowing some money from him to spend your time?"
Unexpectedly, what Meng Zhe said next made Song Jiang completely lose hope, "He has no money. He encountered an online fraud before committing suicide. He should have been defrauded of everything except the house and the car."
When Song Jiang heard this, the corner of his mouth twitched again. He thought to himself what evil he had done in his previous life. Not to mention that he was a short-lived ghost in this life. From now on, he would have to feed such a poor god with good food and drink at home...
"Then shall I accompany you to the police station to report the crime? What if we can recover a little bit?" Song Jiang said hopefully.
But Meng Zhe shook his head and said, "Since the real Meng Zhe is no longer here, and I am borrowing his body, I can only keep a low profile and not attract anyone's attention. Otherwise, if I get involved with people who know Meng Zhe, If you make contact, it will be easy for the other party to see the problem. If you choose to call the police now in order to recover the money, the police will inevitably find people who Meng Zhe knew before to investigate and collect evidence. By then, a series of troubles will surely appear. You... …Understand?"
Song Jiang nodded helplessly. He didn't expect Meng Zhe to be so cautious, so he whispered, "What kind of god do you think you are? You don't even dare to ask for your money back..."
Meng Zhe had just finished the last bite of the fried dough sticks in his hand, when he saw him wiping the corners of his mouth with a napkin and saying, "What do you know... I call this "hide your power and bide your time, don't use the hidden dragon."
Song Jiang knew that he could not defeat him, so he had no choice but to give up on recovering the money that Meng Zhe had been defrauded...
Since Meng Zhe could no longer count on him, Song Jiang could only continue to work in the library to earn money, so he wondered whether he could discuss with Lao Xu and let Meng Zhe also work in the library. This would solve both problems. The problem of food and clothing for the two of them is solved, and there is no need to worry about the danger of being too far away from Meng Zhe.
That morning, Song Jiang took Meng Zhe to the library where he worked. Unexpectedly, Meng Zhe stopped at the door and looked in, muttering to himself, "No wonder he is a short-lived ghost..."
Song Jiang didn't hear Meng Zhe's words clearly for a while, so he raised his head and asked, "What did you say?"
Unexpectedly, Meng Zhe smiled and shook his head and said, "It's nothing... just go in."
At the same time, Director Xu, who was arranging books in front of the bookshelf, suddenly looked up in the direction of the door, with a hint of an enemy-like expression on his face... But when he saw that the person who came in through the door was Song Jiang, his expression changed again. It instantly turned into astonishment.
"Uncle Xu, I'm back to sell off the fake goods!" Song Jiang felt as if he was in another world when he saw Old Xu again.
Although Lao Xu was a little surprised, he still greeted Song Jiang with a smile. It wasn't until he saw the person walking in behind Song Jiang that his expression changed slightly and he said, "This is..."
Song Jiang wanted to recommend Meng Zhe to work in the library, so he quickly pulled him over and said, "Uncle Xu, this is a friend of mine. Because of a change in his family, he can only live with me for the time being... I I brought him here today to ask you if you can also let him stay in the library to work?"
After hearing this, Lao Xu looked at Meng Zhe with a suspicious look on his face. He was about to speak but Song Jiang interrupted him and said, "Uncle Xu, I know it's a bit hasty to bring people here directly, but isn't there nothing I can do? My It’s really difficult to support an extra person with that kind of salary. I beg you to be accommodating. If that doesn’t work, I can just halve his salary!”
Lao Xu listened to Song Jiang's rapid-fire talk, but his eyes kept staring at Meng Zhe behind him. Moreover, Lao Xu should be much older than Meng Zhe, but he still said very politely, "Mr. What’s your surname?”
Although Song Jiang created a persona for Meng Zhe as a young master, he still said with no loss of aura, "Hello, my name is Meng Zhe, and I am Song Jiang's friend."
After hearing this, Lao Xu nodded and said, "I understand what Xiao Song said, but our restaurant's business has really declined in recent years, so I can only provide you with half of Xiao Song's salary. I don't know what you think. ?”
Unexpectedly, after hearing this, Meng Zhe looked at Song Jiang and said, "As long as he has no problem..."
Although Song Jiang felt bitter in his heart, he couldn't say anything more, so he smiled bitterly and said to Lao Xu, "No problem, no problem. Thank you, Uncle Xu, for taking care of me."
At this time, Lao Xu raised his hand and glanced at his watch and said, "It's almost time, I should get off work... By the way, Xiao Song, did you encounter anything special when you went out to collect stories this time?"
Song Jiang's expression immediately became a little weird after hearing this, and Meng Zhe's eyes flashed, and then he smiled and answered for him, "Of course, the most special thing he encountered was that he made me as a friend."
