Marry a Rich Old Man

There are too many part-time jobs on the street, this is not the point, the point is that these part-time jobs are not very profitable.

Having seen the arrogance of the K club that can earn 200 yuan in one night, An Wuyang faced those small part-time jobs: "..." It seemed that he was not interested at all.

Until, he passed by a luxurious hotel. The distance between the front door and the road alone was equivalent to a small square. It can be said that he was very wealthy.

An Wuyang raised his eyes and said silently: Chateau Lafayette Hotel.

It's a very foreign and powerful name.

Last summer, he worked as a waiter for a summer vacation, and he was a bit tired of the waiter profession.

"Could it be a waiter again..." An Wuyang stood at the door and thought for a long time. He chose to be handicapped, and took out a coin from his pocket: "I'll go if it flips heads."

The shiny silver one-yuan coin was thrown into the air from the young man's hand. When he was ready to pick it up with confidence, the sun dazzled his eyes and he didn't catch it.

"Ah, my one dollar..." An Wuyang anxiously followed the place where the coin fell, and chased after it.

The round dollar rolled on the flat ground, chasing it safely and panting, and when the coin stopped, he happily squatted down to pick it up.

However, a leather shoe that suddenly appeared stepped on it.

"..." An Wuyang's hands froze in the air, and he said uncomfortably, "You stepped on my money, sir."

Generally speaking, as long as they are not deaf, most of them will move their feet away immediately when they hear such a vicious reminder from An Wuyang.

The owner of the leather shoe did not respond.

An Wuyang looked up at this flamboyant leather shoe, his sweaty face was flushed by the sun, the moment he saw the owner of the shoe, his expression changed from fierce to dumbfounded: "Louis XIII..."

Huo Yunchuan was in a bad mood at first, and he looked on coldly with the mentality of his enemy's narrow road, but his face turned black when he said Louis XIII: "In your eyes, I am worth two bottles of Louis XIII?"

An Wuyang's face turned red when he was attacked by the other party. He found that he was obsessed with money recently, and he was stunned.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean that..." But: "Quickly raise your feet, my dollar is still under your feet."

"What do you mean by that?" Huo Yunchuan felt stimulated: "Since I don't like spending money for you so much, why worry about Louis XIII?"

"It's not right for you to say that." An Wuyang sat down on the ground, but quickly got up again because the ground was hot: "I made the order based on my ability, and the money was received with peace of mind. Why can't I see it?" What did you say?"

He stood up and patted his buttocks: "It's you, who has a small stomach and a small stomach. After I refused to force you, you asked Brother Quan to fire me. Who is it? If I have family members waiting for money to save my life, won't your conscience hurt?"

"It's ridiculous, you don't think of other ways to save your life, but come to work in the club?" Huo Yunchuan was under the scorching sun, and he didn't understand why he stood here arguing with an unfamiliar teenager, that was simply childish: "Forget it, there's no point in talking to you."

He forced himself to calm down and take a step forward.

The disgusted An Wuyang's cheeks puffed up, and when he saw the other party move his foot away, he was overjoyed and squatted down to pick up the coin.

"No, it's positive."

He still remembered the resolution he had just made.

Sensing that someone was following him, he knew it was that boy without even thinking about it.

Huo Yunchuan was in a complicated mood. When he was almost at the hotel entrance, he finally couldn't help but turn his head back, with a very confused and arrogant tone: "Why are you following me?"

Have you finally realized that you have missed a good man?

"You're so funny." An Wuyang muttered, and ran away from him, and his slender figure disappeared into the hotel.

Huo Yunchuan who stayed at the same place: "..." His face turned black and blue, and he couldn't believe that he would suffer cold reception from the same person one after another in just a few days.

"Hello." An Wuyang walked to the front desk and asked with the mentality of giving it a try: "May I ask if you are recruiting waiters here?"

The young lady in an exquisite uniform raised her head and shook her head with a smile on her delicately made-up face: "I'm sorry, we are temporarily not recruiting people here."

An Wuyang showed disappointment, but he wasn't very disappointed. He just had the mentality of giving it a try. He nodded: "Okay, thank you."

"Are you looking for a part-time job?" A voice came from behind him coldly.

"..." An Wuyang nodded angrily, he planned to enjoy the air conditioner here, and then went out to look for a job.

As for the fact that the other party caused him to be fired by the K club, to be honest, he didn't hold any grudges.

"Since I fired you, I can give you a part-time job." Huo Yunchuan said, under An Wuyang's surprised eyes, he took out the pen in his pocket, asked the front desk for a note, and wrote A phone number, handed out: "Nine to five, monthly salary of 4000, you can find him if you don't think you have little money."

"Where?" An Wuyang asked in a daze.

Huo Yunchuan put away the pen: "Law firm, Chen Chu, you have seen it."

As soon as he said that, An Wuyang immediately had an impression: "Is that... the gentler person?" That night, that person was the one who was less sluggish.

Huo Yunchuan smiled, indeed, Chen Chu looked more approachable than them: "I still have things to do, you can go find him yourself." After finishing speaking, President Huo turned around and left very coolly.

"Wait, Mr. Huo..." An Wuyang said behind his back, "Why did you help me?"

Huo Yunchuan stopped but didn't look back: "Didn't I just say that? I made you fire."

"But..." An Wuyang frowned, thinking that he should tell him: "I didn't blame you for asking Brother Quan to fire me. Even if you didn't, I would figure out that the place is not suitable for me."

Hearing the boy's reply, Huo Yunchuan was slightly surprised, but this could not affect him. An Wuyang was still a person in a world different from his own, and he couldn't appreciate it: "I know what you think, goodbye."

After saying this politely, he walked away from An Wuyang again with a calm and steady step.

Even a young man who had never seen the world could tell that the other party was dressed in expensive clothes, wrapped in a tall and tall figure, as expensive as the upper-class nobleman on TV.

"..." When the little man An Wuyang met this kind of person, he didn't want to flatter or feel inferior, but he had to admit that others were excellent.

Seriously speaking, it is the nature of most people to yearn for the strong. An Wuyang feels that the reason why he can accept the fact that he has sex with Huo Yunchuan is mostly because the other party is good enough.

But he knew very well that it was enough to stop here.

He didn't call the phone number given by Huo Yunchuan.

In the end, he couldn't stand his own grinding, so An Wuyang randomly found a decent-sized chain bakery near his home, and learned to bake while working part-time.

"How many points did you score?" Ding Wei could check the results two days ago, and Ding Wei patiently didn't ask.

I brought back some cookies from the bakery, ready to make milk for my younger brother, when An Wuyang was tinkering, he heard his mother ask, and froze: "I haven't checked my grades yet..."

I've been busy with part-time jobs recently, and reading seems to be something that happened in the last century.

"Take out your admission ticket and check it now." Ding Wei said.

"Hmm..." An Wuyang responded.

A scumbag boy is under a lot of pressure. He is not born to study, and he knows how many points he can get in the test.

Ding Wei didn't want to embarrass him either, and the requirements for him could be said to be as low as possible: "I don't expect you to take the first exam, it's enough to take the second exam." At least after finishing your studies, you can find a stable job Feed themselves.

As for buying a house in Beijing, marrying a wife and raising children, she feels a bit precarious.

An Wuyang found out the score, which was a little higher than his mock test score, which was an extraordinary performance for him, but terrible for Ding Wei.

This score is really out of hand.

The second school should be able to do it with extreme difficulty.

She and An Cheng were both top students back then and graduated from good schools, otherwise it would be impossible to find a well-paid job in a large private company.

Only in the past year or two, the company's profitability has declined.

As an ordinary employee, Ding Wei was under a lot of pressure, which reminded her of such a terrifying midlife crisis.

The second child will soon need a fee to go to college, and the eldest will also spend a lot of money on postgraduate entrance examinations and studying in the United States.

She can only pray now that the news that the company is going to be acquired is not true.

Seeing her youngest son come out, Ding Wei got up and said, "Eat, I'll go to sleep for a while."

An Wuji said, "What's the matter, Mom?"

"I don't know." An Wuyang said, "Maybe I was hit by my score."

The younger brother wrinkled his nose in disbelief: "Your broken score can still hit mom?" Mom was a little expert in the college entrance examination back then.

"That's no, she will never get my score." An Wuyang put away his mobile phone, he didn't want to watch the carnival of those testers in the class group, he just wanted to eat up this can of cookies with his brother.

An Wuji said with a serious face: "That's true, you are the only one in our family who can get this score."

"Eat the cookies." An Wuyang stuffed the milk-soaked cookies into his brother's mouth.

He was also uncomfortable and felt that he was useless.

As Ding Wei said, obediently go to a secondary school, come out to find a stable job after graduation, and get a salary of four to five thousand, or seven to eight thousand, no matter what, it is just to survive.

He has no brains and capital to do business, and he has no expertise in talent.

"..." An Wuyang sighed quietly, thankful that he was good at baking.

If there is a chance in the future, maybe he can open a dim sum shop, he thought to himself, then cheered up, and continued to go to work with full energy the next day.

But he said that after Huo Yunchuan gave out the phone, he intentionally or unintentionally waited for Chen Chu's call for a few days, but Chen Chu remained silent.

He was puzzled, even if Chen Chu's personality wasn't as loud as Ji Mingjue's, it was impossible that he didn't even have a phone call.

After thinking about it, he made a call himself: "Cough, Lao Chen."

"Yunchuan?" Chen Chu was very surprised, it can be seen how infrequently Huo Yunchuan called him: "What's the matter? Is your family holding a happy event or opening a ribbon-cutting ceremony?"

"..." It can be seen that Huo Yunchuan called Chen Chu only when there was an important event: "No, you...have any new employees in the firm recently?"

"Huh?" Chen Chu looked at the sky to see if it was raining red, and Mr. Huo, who was busy with everything, was free to care about his work situation: "Report Mr. Huo, there are no new employees."

He felt very happy, but he didn't know how depressed his friend was.

At this time, Huo Yunchuan felt a continuous... deep sense of powerlessness.