I Don’t Want To Be Popular

Chen Chuan was lying on the sofa, and didn't know if lying like this was a waste of life.

But if there is an account every minute and every second, it shouldn’t be counted. After all, humans are not machines and cannot work every day. Rest must be rest. In this era of information explosion, lying and emptying is a good way to rest.

People seem to have a value called the "patience value". Only by lying still and emptying can they slowly recover this value. Lying down, using vibrato, surfing the Internet, or chatting, they can't recover.

Chen Chuan calculated mentally to remove the income generated by all his industries.

Just take a "deposit" as an example, he gets a lot of money every day.

What kind of deposit is in the [Huashan Town Development], the 5 billion development fund given by the system is stored in a separate account.

That money also has interest.

5 billion. In China Merchants Bank, the annual rate of this large-denomination certificate of deposit is 1.6%, which is 6.66 million monthly interest income.

Because in Huashan Town, the relevant project funds were paid in the early stage, so the 5 billion funds have to be deposited in the account for a while. Deposit for half a year is 40 million in interest, and deposit for one year is 80 million in interest.

So, let alone the interest, let Chen Chuan lie on the sofa at home this morning, blowing the sea breeze, and enjoy the "empty" time without pressure.

The only thing worth worrying about is...it's almost noon, so you can study where to go for dinner.

Buzzing!

A WeChat message came.

Qing Wan: Coordinates!

Chen Chuan casually sent her the coordinates of his home, and asked, "What do you do?"

Qing Wan: Send me the specific building number, and I will pay you back.

Chen Chuan: Have you made money?

Qing Wan: Well, let's talk in detail there.

Ten minutes later, the doorbell rang.

Chen Chuan clicked on the video call and saw under the unit door, a slender girl wearing a plaid skirt + black t-shirt, carrying a box in her hand, standing there, it was Qing Wanwan.

Seeing her, Chen Chuan was touched.

Think of the interaction with her in Rongcheng at the beginning of the year.

Chen Chuan opened the door and pressed the elevator for her.

After a while, the elevator door opened.

Wan Wan walked out of the elevator and said with a smile: "You haven't eaten yet. See what I brought you?"

"what?"

"It's delicious~" Wan Wan walked in and said, "We just made the dumplings. We haven't made them yet. Do you have a kitchen. We will eat them later."

Seeing that she was in a good mood, Chen Chuan was in a good mood for an instant, and asked, "Have you made money?"

"Well, I made a video about self-driving trips, but in Haiqin, a resort manor contacted me and asked me to make a video of their manor. I did it. It's an advertising vlog. , The other party paid me 30,000 yuan. I will give you all first, and pay the rest slowly." Wan Wan said.

Chen Chuan smiled, he didn't value the 30,000 yuan. His 5 billion interest is 6.66 million in one month, and 220,000 in one day. Moreover, he still has 3 million euros in the island construction fund every day.

"If you want to pay back the money, just transfer it to me and use it for a trip." Chen Chuan said.

"I'm not used to transferring such a large amount of money online, let alone..." Wan Wan muttered.

"Besides, you want to see me, right?" Chen Chuan asked with a smile.

"No! Besides, I just made dumplings. This is my first time making dumplings, so I will show you a taste." Wan Wan's smile was like spring breeze behind her back with her hands.

Chen Chuan previously lent Wanwan 1 million and also lent her a BMW X7, and later lent her 50,000. Wan Wan also wrote the loan agreement. (Chapter 597)

"I'm still paying 30,000 yuan, and I still owe you 1.02 million." Wan Wan took out the loan agreement and said, "I wrote it, and I've paid you 30,000. Here, this is the cash I took. You click ."

Wan Wan took out 3 stacks of red tickets from her cottage bag.

Chen Chuan allowed her to put 30,000 yuan on the table, she didn't care, looked at the dumplings and said, "You can still make dumplings?"

"Well, Zeng Ge and Wang Meng didn't go to work today. We made dumplings specially to commemorate the one month we rented together." Wan Wan said.

Chen Chuan frowned slightly, "Brother Zeng? Sharing..."

"It's a shared rent. Wang Meng and I are college classmates and we rented a second bedroom. Later, the landlord's son moved in. We live in the master bedroom. We are roommates."

As she said, she looked at the houses here and was surprised: "This is your house, mansion, and this is the kitchen. Let me make dumplings for you. Wait, you will be fine in a while! There are cabbage and pork fillings. There are shrimps with fungus and pork with celery. The best-looking ingot-shaped dumplings are my masterpiece, and the flat ones are made by Wang Meng. The weird ones are made by Brother Zeng. Haha, are they special? Ugly?"

"Are you stupid?" Chen Chuan said.

"What's the matter?" Wan Wan opened the fire, took the tap water in the pot, started to boil the water, and prepared the dumplings.

Chen Chuan said: "In the "Loan Agreement" that you wrote to me, didn't you say that you should not have excessive contact with other men of the opposite **** within three years? You wrote it yourself. I didn't force you? If you didn't write that, I don't bother to care about your contact with any man, and I don't even bother to care about the negative distance."

"It's just living together, it's equivalent to sharing. Zeng...Shipeng said he was not used to living with his parents, so he moved out and lived in his house. I didn't contact him either." Wan Wan explained.

Chen Chuan didn't say more.

Wan Wan was also silent, boiling water in the kitchen, and when the water boiled, she dropped the dumplings in.

The dumplings rolled up and down in the hot water pot, undulating.

Chen Chuan lit a cigarette in the living room.

Wan Wan lowered the dumplings and said, "That's... Last night Wang Meng said that he wanted to eat dumplings, and then we both made up the package this morning. It happened to be that... Zeng Shipeng said that his work is not busy today, so he asked for leave and he was at home. , Help make dumplings. On weekdays, I didn’t say much to him."

Chen Chuan smiled: "His house?"

"Well, his family has four houses, and three of them are rented out." Wan Wan said.

"How much did you rent for a month?"

"Wang Meng and I rented the second bedroom for 2,200 for a month. We shared it flat." Wan Wan gently fiddled with the dumplings in the pot with a colander, "Zeng Shipeng is okay, he has a serious job, not the kind of unreliable one. ."

"Innocent landlord, pretty tenant?" Chen Chuan said with a smile.

Wan Wan also laughed: "What, I haven't spoken to him. I am a pretty tenant, but I don't know if he is innocent or not ~www.wuxiaspot.com~Three minutes later.

Wan Wan took the dumplings out, put them in a white jade plate, and put them on the heat insulation pad of the dining table.

"Now, try my craftsmanship, handsome schoolboy. This is my first time making dumplings, my debut." Wan Wan said.

Looking at the three kinds of dumplings on the plate mixed together, one of them was indeed ugly and oddly shaped. As Wan Wan said, this was made by the man surnamed Zeng.

Chen Chuan picked up the plate and dumped the dumplings that had just come out into the trash can by the table.

Wan Wan's expression changed, she stared blankly, her eyes flushed instantly: "What are you doing?"

"I don't like the dumplings you make." Chen Chuan said.

Wan Wan's lips trembled, and she didn't say anything. She picked up her lunch box and walked out the door with her bag.

Chen Chuan did not stop her either.

Wan Wan walked to the door, stopped by herself, and hummed: "I was afraid that the dumplings would stick together on the road, so I trot all the way and got a foot."

"So what?"

"Why are you throwing away the dumplings I gave you? The first time I made dumplings, you are like this?" Wan Wan looked back at Chen Chuan.

Chen Chuan said: "Is it amazing the first time? Who made something so ugly in it, and it feels nauseous after seeing it."

"Then you won't pick out the one that looks good in my bag?"

"It's all mixed together, disgusting." Chen Chuan said.

"I'm leaving." Wan Wan said boredly.

"Go slowly." Chen Chuan lit a cigarette.

But she said she wanted to leave, but she still stood at the door, still holding the BMW X7 key that Chen Chuan gave her.

In addition to the faint smell of tobacco in the air, there is also a silent breath, and the steaming dumplings in the trash can.

Looking at the slender white legs under her short skirt, Chen Chuan put out the cigarette and walked to her.

She pursed her lips and snorted, "What are you doing? Do you want to put me in the trash?"