There is a rich second generation in the circle of friends

Just after drying the plane, you come to the sports car, and you are not afraid of skin peeling! ?

Zhang Zhang's fingers trembled. The Moments posted by the soil beetle were right behind him, obviously challenging him, but he was so angry that he had no room to fight back. Zhang Zhang had no choice but to go to the stranded beetle's Moments again. Cursing.

Vengeful Octopus:  …

At the end of the comment, Zhang Zhang immediately went to brush his teeth and wash his face, and started a new day of "no good" life.

After Zhang Zhang's comments, many netizens guessed what he commented on, and the final result of the discussion was that ordinary people like them really couldn't understand octopus articles.

After breakfast, Zhang Zhang first went to the company office to report, and then called Ansel to make an appointment.Ansel, who was far away in another city, frowned when he saw the unfamiliar number on his private mobile phone, and then remembered that he had given Zhang Zhang his mobile phone number last night. Report to work yourself.

Being refused to answer the phone, Zhang Zhang couldn’t hide his disappointment. He had to know how much mental construction he had done before making this call. He didn’t dare to call again for a while. He turned on the computer, entered the name Ansel, and decided to study this problem carefully. object.

Time passed by, and after lunch, I called Ansel again while everyone was taking a lunch break. The call lasted for five seconds, and then was rejected again.

Zhang Zhang rubbed the back of his head, muttering in his heart: Isn't he taking a nap?

When it was time to go to work in the afternoon, Zhang Zhang continued to call Ansel, refused to answer, continued to call, refused to answer, called again, refused to answer...

I'm going, this bastard is not playing with me!

After calling N times and being rejected N times, Zhang Zhang finally affirmed a conclusion, that bastard didn't want to cooperate with him at all!

Then why don't you just blacklist me, or don't give me my phone number last night, give me hope and mercilessly snuff out the fire of hope, isn't it cool! ?

Of course, Zhang Zhang still has good intentions in his heart. Maybe he really can't answer the phone because of something, such as a meeting?Daughter-in-law has a baby?Dad is critically ill?Mom...have good intentions!Be kind! ... Lost your phone?

correct!Could it be that the phone is lost?

Thinking of this, Zhang Zhang immediately sent a text message to Ansel's mobile phone: My friend who picked up the mobile phone, the owner of this mobile phone is looking for it frantically. I hope you can return it. Thank you very much! ! ! !

In order to show sincerity, Zhang Zhang deliberately used four thick black exclamation marks in the back.

When Ansel heard the notification tone of the text message, he glanced at his phone subconsciously. He didn’t have the habit of reading text messages, so people who knew him well would never send him text messages. He always used the direct way of making phone calls, so he didn’t delete them until he deleted them. He only saw the rough content of the text message when he saw the message in the prompt bar of the mobile phone, but he was quick, and when he wanted to see the content of the text message in detail, the message in the prompt bar had been cleared.

Ansel's fingers paused for a second, and then he opened the text message slowly to find the latest one. Seeing the short, powerful and stupid content, Ansel showed no expression at all, and raised his head to stop the secretary who had just walked to the door:

"Zhao Tian, ​​give me your phone."

Is to give, not to borrow, no doubt tone.

Without the slightest hesitation, Zhao Tian unlocked it with his fingerprint, and placed his newly bought bite-sized end in front of Ansel.

Ansel buried his head and wrote a note: "Hand it over to the finance department, and you can receive three times your salary this month."

Zhao Tian forcibly held back the joy that was beyond words, and almost asked the boss if you still want a mobile phone, and he went to approve another box.

When the secretary left, Ansel took out his mobile phone and sent Zhang Zhang a text message: OK, you transfer 500 yuan to the account below, and I will return the mobile phone to you.

Followed by a row of numbers, which bank's bank card and payee are marked at the end.

Zhao Tian?This name doesn't sound like a serious person, I must go to the police station tomorrow and sue him for extortion!Eliminate harm for the people.

Zhang Zhang was pleasantly surprised that he finally got a reply. Seeing that the content of the message was as he expected, Ansel’s mobile phone was really lost. He thought, if he redeemed the mobile phone from the thief, would Ansel be grateful to him? Then sign a cooperation contract with yourself after being convinced by your own kindness! ?

A beautiful picture scroll of life is slowly unfolding in front of Zhang Zhang, but, 500 yuan... I just took 300 yuan from Jia Rui last night, so I have to pay back [-] yuan?

After thinking about it again and again, Zhang Zhang is still not willing to give up the 500 yuan, one-fifth of the salary!

Zhang Zhang sent another text message to the mobile phone kidnapper: "You are too crazy, believe it or not, I will call the police? How dare you leave your bank card number!"

The text message was like a sinkhole. Zhang Zhang waited for two o'clock and didn't see the mobile phone kidnapper answering. He was very anxious. He still wanted to get the mobile phone back before he got off work. He asked Ansel's address when he was making up lessons for Jia Rui in the evening, so that he could return the mobile phone to him. Win goodwill as soon as possible, sign a contract and start a beautiful picture of life.

Anxious, Zhang Zhang sent another text message: "Okay, I won't call the police, but can it be cheaper, 300 yuan is okay."

This time Zhang Zhang didn't have to wait too long before he received a reply, with only a short sentence: This is a custom-made mobile phone.

Zhang Zhang beat his head in pain, and took out his bank card with only one month's salary saved: "The money has been remitted, please pay it back quickly, the default is the grandson!"

Ansel on the other end of the phone: "Childish!" Then he asked Zhao Tianshou if he had received the SMS notification from the bank, and declared that the 500 yuan was an extra reward for his courage to donate his mobile phone today.

Before leaving get off work, Zhang Zhang finally looked forward to the courier and couldn't wait to open the package. The shiny golden private order machine almost blinded him.

"Hey... If 500 yuan can really make this deal happen, it will be worth the money spent!"

Zhang Zhang was on his way to make up lessons for Jia Rui when Jia Rui called unexpectedly.

"Mr. Zhang, when you come, buy some eggs at the supermarket outside the door. My brother is back, and he wants to eat the scrambled eggs you made."

Zhang Zhang was worrying about the 500 yuan of wronged money. Hearing Jia Rui's words, he became angry: "you can give me [-] yuan for the [-] yuan you agreed to. You are so dishonest and expect me to do it for you again." What scrambled eggs!" Zhang Zhang regretted it after saying that, what a good opportunity to show off, maybe Ansel would be happy with the scrambled eggs, so he agreed to their cooperation.

But it is impossible for Zhang Zhang to take back the water that was spilled when he said it.