After time travel, a metaphysics boss relies on fortune telling to support his children

"Waste is waste, Mom, when did you become so careless?" Zhang Yu's tone was slightly impatient.

"When I was at Xu's house before, every time I came back late from get off work, you would ask the chef to set up a big table of midnight snacks for me, saying you were afraid that I would be hungry when I came back and have nothing to eat."

As Zhang Yu spoke, he munched on the sashimi on the table, "The ingredients for late-night snacks are much more expensive than these. They are all imported and flown over, so they are all wasted."

He usually comes back too late and basically has no appetite. He barely eats a few bites occasionally and throws away the rest.

But even so, Zhang's mother still asked the chef to prepare a large table of late-night snacks every day, waiting for him to come back to eat, and she never felt it was a waste.

"My son's situation was different at that time. Moreover, those things were not bought by our family. If it is wasted, it will be wasted. If you don't eat it, others will eat it." Zhang sighed after saying this.

"But now we are spending our own money, so naturally we have to save some." Zhang's mother said using her mobile phone to check the balance in the card.

The balance showed that there was still sixty-six dollars and sixty-nine cents in the card.

Mother Zhang took a breath when she saw this number.

When coming out of the five-star hotel.

Obviously there is still one thousand eight hundred and ninety-six in the card, so it only cost one hundred and ninety-nine to book this room. Is this all that is left for a meal?

Seeing his mother's expression of heartache that made her unable to breathe, Zhang Yu scratched his hair irritably and then picked up his phone.

"Mom, you are just too anxious. I will call you now to borrow money."

As Zhang Yu spoke, he directly dialed the number of a good friend.

The phone rang for a while but no one answered.

Zhang Yu was a little surprised and called again, but still no one answered.

This one couldn't get through, so he changed it to another one.

But the call still didn't get through.

Zhang Yu dialed several times in succession, but no one answered his call.

Those good brothers who usually gathered around him and called him brothers seemed to be holding a group meeting at this moment.

The phone lines are all blocked.

Zhang Yu, who was originally talking on the phone while eating, couldn't eat anymore.

He scratched his hair irritably, and then plucked it again in disbelief.

This time it finally got through.

The good brother's voice on the other end of the phone was very loud, "Brother Yu, what do you want from me?"

Zhang Yu made a random excuse and asked him to borrow 300,000 yuan.

The good friend on the phone agreed immediately and said he would transfer the money to him immediately.

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Yu was in a good mood. He sent his salary card number to his good brother's WeChat.

Good brother, he immediately gave him an OK expression.

"Mom, did you hear that? Hundreds of thousands or millions are small amounts as long as I ask. You have to know that the people I know have rich or noble families. This small amount of money is nothing to them."

"Son, you are so awesome. You know so many rich people. We can live well without that hen that doesn't lay eggs." A smile finally appeared on Mother Zhang's face.

She picked up her chopsticks and ate the food on the table.

Soon, a large table of food was eaten to pieces by the two of them. After eating and drinking, Zhang Yu called the cleaning lady of the small hotel to come and clean the room.

The cleaning lady looked at the many delicacies on the table that had not been touched with chopsticks. Judging from the packaging, the price should be high, so she asked: "Have these been packed away? Don't you want the uneaten ones?"

Zhang Yu waved his hand, "I don't want them all, just throw them away for me."

The cleaning lady cleaned up all the lunch boxes on the table and carefully placed the unopened lunch boxes on the cart she was cleaning, preparing to take them home for dinner.

Zhang Yu had finished eating and fell on the bed, ready to take a squint.

"Mom, when the money arrives, you go to the front desk and book another room." Zhang Yu said to Zhang's mother, "I'm not used to sleeping with you. You snore too much."

Seeing that her son disliked her for being too loud while sleeping, Zhang's mother didn't care. She just nodded and said, "I'll check the balance again."

Zhang Yu hummed and quickly fell asleep on the bed.

Mother Zhang sat on the other bed and kept checking the balance.

But no matter how she swiped, the balance figure didn't change.

When it got completely dark, Zhang Yu woke up from his sleep and saw that his mother looked extremely ugly.

"Mom, why are you still here? Didn't I ask you to get another room?"

He also wanted to play games alone in his room at night.

"Son, the money hasn't arrived yet. Did you send the wrong card number?"

As Zhang's mother spoke, she refreshed the balance again.

"No, what I just sent was a photo of the card." Zhang Yu took out his phone and clicked on the WeChat interface.

"I sent him a WeChat message to ask what was going on. Maybe it was because he was busy during the day." Zhang Yu himself didn't quite believe this.

No one knows better than him what the second-generation rich people he knows are like.

The rich second generation who can be outside like him every day, eating, drinking and having fun, are all a group of people who have been abandoned by their families and kept in captivity.

There is spare money and there is fun, but things really don’t exist.

He sent a message to the rich second-generation brother, but there was still no reply after more than ten minutes.

Zhang Yu dialed the number directly, and the call was quickly picked up.

The voice on the other end of the phone was very noisy, and Zhang Yu knew as soon as he heard it that this person was in a bar.

"Arin, have you paid for that money? Why haven't I received it yet?"

"Brother Yu, it's not that I won't give you money. The Xu family made it known today that you have nothing to do with their family anymore. I don't dare to give you this money!"

The good brother's voice was so loud that it was deafening even through the noise of the bar.

"Did you and your sister-in-law have any misunderstandings? Brother Yu, I'm not saying that your sister-in-law has a character that accepts soft things but not hard words. Just go back and say a few soft words."

"Alin, there are some things that I can't explain at the moment. Please send me the money first, and I will pay it back to you when I get the money back in a few days."

"Brother Yu, it's not about money. Xu Jia has already lied. Isn't it a slap in Xu Jia's face if I give you money now? I really can't give Brother Yu this money. I'm sorry."

"You go and apologize to your sister-in-law first. When you two are reconciled, I will lend you three million brothers, not to mention three hundred thousand."

Good brother Arin hung up the phone immediately after saying that.

Zhang Yu was in an extremely bad mood as he listened to the beeping sound on the other end of the phone.

No wonder those people don't answer his calls now.

It turned out that it was the Xu family who had made the announcement, and everyone was busy trying to distance themselves from him, for fear of being dragged down by him.

After all, those people were fawning over him in the first place because of the Xu family's important status among the business celebrities in City A.

"Damn it! They're all just a bunch of people who act according to the changing circumstances!"

Zhang Yu jumped up from the bed angrily and kicked the big bed in the standard room.