Once his eyes fell on the suitcases containing money, the young man could no longer look away.
"Can, can you? I want to hire a doll that can make money..."
"Because, my family needs some money."
As the boy spoke, he finally moved his eyes away from the pile of suitcases with difficulty and looked at the sleeping Yang Ning.
The small shop was quiet in the latter half of the night, except for the whistling of the night wind that came in through the open door.
The wind chimes hanging above the shop door floated silently in the night wind.
Yang Ning turned over in his sleep without any expression.
The boy seemed to understand Yang Ning's answer, and said with some disappointment: "I, can't I invite a baby?"
He lowered his head and was silent for a long time, then raised his head again and said, "Can you, can you lend me some money?"
"Don't worry, I will definitely pay you back!"
"I can write you an IOU!"
"When I can make money in the future, I will definitely pay you back!"
The boy's tone sounded very sincere, but Yang Ning's breathing sound was also very even when he was sleeping, and he had no intention of waking up at all.
After hesitating for a few seconds, the boy tentatively said: "You have so much money, you must, do you mind if I borrow some?"
"Well, I'll wait for you for half an hour. If you have no objection, I'll take it as your tacit consent?"
"I-I'll write you the IOU first."
After speaking, he looked at Yang Ning's desk, took out a pen and paper, and quickly wrote an IOU.
At first, he wrote the amount of 50,000 yuan on the IOU.
"Well, actually, it doesn't cost 50,000. Forty-five thousand is enough."
As he spoke, the boy changed the number of fifty thousand to forty-five thousand.
He didn't even know how to write the amount, so he simply wrote "forty-five thousand yuan."
Finally, he blackened his thumb with a pen and wrote his name: Wen Le Le.
Press the fingerprint.
Putting the IOU written unilaterally on the table, the boy said, "I've given you the IOU."
"I don't want my share. Just keep your share. I will pay you back when the time comes. You have to give me the IOU!"
Then, the boy named Wen Lele sat there and waited.
He waited literally half an hour.
Yang Ning naturally didn't wake up.
He stood up and walked hesitantly towards the suitcases in the corner of the shop.
As he walked, he muttered to himself, as if to cheer himself up: "I've given you the IOU, so I'm taking your money, no, no offense, right?"
"Well, no offense."
"I borrowed this from you, I borrowed it from you, I didn't steal it from you..."
Opening a suitcase and seeing stacks of banknotes stacked neatly, even for this young man who had not experienced much social beating, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated.
He may not understand what this box of money means, but he knows that he only needs to spend a small part of this box of money to solve his current predicament.
The boy carefully took out a wad of bills and began to count them one by one.
There were one hundred cards in that pile, but he didn't seem to know this. He counted four piles and took out the fifth pile.
This time he counted fifty, took them out, put them together with the previous four piles, put the rest back into the box, and closed and buttoned the box again.
Holding the calculated 45,000 yuan, the boy returned to his desk, looked at Yang Ning who was still sleeping and asked: "Well, after I go out, will I be chased by that faceless, faceless ghost? "
"Will the Faceless Ghost replace the money in my hand with ghost coins?"
"If, if you change it to a ghost coin, then I will never, never return it to you in the future!"
"Then, am I leaving? You, after you wake up, keep the IOU!"
After the boy finished talking, he carefully put away all the money, turned around and left.
When he walked to the door of the store, he looked up at the wind chime above his head.
The wind chimes were still floating silently in the night wind, making no sound at all.
But behind the boy, the sound of pages turning was heard in the corner of the shop.
After staring at the wind chime for a while, the boy said to himself: "Forget it, just get beaten. I don't think I can make any money in a short time, and I can't pay you back."
After saying that, he turned around and walked back to Yang Ning's desk, apparently wanting to put the money back.
However......
"It's okay for me to be beaten, but I don't want my mother to be beaten too. She is not in good health."
After muttering this, the boy turned around and wanted to leave.
But when he walked under the wind chime at the door, he hesitated again.
"My mother taught me that there are some things you can do and some things you can't do."
In this way, from the moment he entered the store, the boy spent almost two hours in Yang Ning's shop.
Finally, he made a decision.
"Forget it, I don't think my mother will let me do this."
He turned back and put all the money he had on him back into the suitcase. He tied the unpacked bundle again and closed the suitcase back to its original state.
This time the boy seemed much more relaxed and turned around without any hesitation.
But when he reached the store door, he turned around again.
He returned to Yang Ning's desk and took away the IOU he had just written.
Then he strode away from Yang Ning's shop and disappeared into the morning breeze of the pre-dawn night.
As soon as the boy walked away with his front legs, something strange happened in the shop with his back legs.
In the corner, a little girl in red glared at Yang Ning's side!
There, his hands were red with blood and he stared at them, refusing to give an inch!
Mingming: "Honghong, do you want to die? Why did you stop me? He wants to take Chengcheng's money!"
Honghong: "He took it, but he didn't leave the store! And Chengcheng is very kind now and won't kill anyone just because of 45,000 yuan!"
Ming Ming glanced at the red bloody hands and said with a sneer: "You have the most blood on your hands here. Have you become kind?"
A pair of red hands were filled with blood, and her milky voice was full of determination: "Chengcheng is kind, and I am kind."
During the confrontation between the two brats, Yang Ning, who was sleeping, turned over.
Suddenly, the two brats immediately looked away, no longer looking at the other.
On one side, a group of other brats sat in a row, all looking at them with their chins in their hands.
Exceptions include Little Turtle, Chen Yamei, and Little Zombie.
Daybreak.
Yang Ning slept until she woke up naturally.
Finished washing up with the help of a group of little ghosts.
Pack up and get ready to head to the train station.
Before leaving, Yang Ning fell into deep thought while looking at the money in the store.
What to do with so much money?
Before he could figure out the result, someone came from outside the store.
One of the two followers of His Highness the Celestial Buddha Zi Yuhan, the tattooed Buddhist master put his hands together at Yang Ning and said with a sincere smile: "Master!"
"I have brought you the 300 million U.S. dollars that our Highness, the Buddha, promised to pay you!"
"The money transport truck at the bank in the parking lot has all been replaced by Xia Yuan according to your instructions!"
"Look, take it in?"
Yang Ning turned her head and looked towards the parking lot.
I saw that the parking lot of this pedestrian street was full of cash transport trucks!
Looking at it with a wide eye, there are more than twenty vehicles!
Yang Ning: "???"
Tattooed Buddhist Master: "???"
Yang Ning: "More than twenty vehicles???"
The tattooed Buddhist master nodded and said with a smile: "Yes, the exchange rate has been close to 7.3 in the past two days, so I need more than 20 cars!"
Yang Ning: "..."
The smile on the face of the tattooed Buddhist master became a little complicated: "Master, this soul lamp of yours is really not cheap!"
...
Across the road, convenience store.
"Store manager! Store manager!"
"Good guy! The foreigner Tianxiang who came to visit the little boss a few days ago sent the little boss money for more than 20 cash transport trucks today!"
"They're all parked in the parking lot!"
"More than twenty! My old swan!"
"How much does this cost?!"
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