The wealthy young master is a money fan

Including money and supplies, Yan Heng donated nearly one million to the orphanage this time.

Pei Ji talked about ten yuan a meal, but he didn't actually take out the payment code to ask him to pay.

It's just that Yan Heng's secretary and assistants looked at Pei Ji, wondering whether they should pay the money.

In the end, it was too embarrassing to make a sound.

The children are full of energy. The orphanage has breakfast at 07:30 every day, lunch at 11:30 noon, dinner at [-]:[-] pm, and supper before going to bed.

The canteen is located in a small three-story building. The first floor is the canteen, and the second and third floors are where the children sleep.

The outer walls of the small building are mottled and dilapidated, with one or two green weeds emerging from some of the cracked walls and a few pieces of moss.

It looks like it has seen better days.

And the scene in the building is much better than Yan Heng imagined——

The light blue walls painted with children's paintings, together with colorful dining tables and chairs, look clean and bright.

Not decadent at all.

When Pei Jiyanheng and his party arrived at the cafeteria, there were already many children sitting in it eating, and more than half of the seats were filled in disorder.

Yan Heng took a quick scan and found that there were about [-] people eating, all of whom were not very old.

Today is not the weekend, school-age children are in school now, and will have lunch at school.

According to the vice-principal's previous introduction, the Angel House is currently responsible for a total of 47 children, and there are children of all ages below.

The oldest is 17 years old and is in high school, and the youngest is a six-month-old baby girl who was abandoned due to illness.

Children in orphanages have student loans for their tuition fees, and those who meet the exemption policy will also be exempted as appropriate.

As for living expenses, there are various bursaries and poverty subsidies, as well as scholarships for outstanding performance.

Of course, the welfare home will also give some.

Even if you have reached the full age, the country still has a series of preferential policies, and you can still work part-time by yourself when you are free after college.

If you do not continue to go to school after the age, the country has employment recommendations, and adults should support themselves.

Therefore, in the orphanage, the main responsibility is for minors.

Seeing Pei Ji coming in, the children who were eating with their heads down put down their chopsticks one after another, and greeted him excitedly and warmly.

Yan Heng listened carefully, and the children called Pei Ji everything.

The ones who shouted the most were the elder brother and the eldest brother.

Facing the children, Pei Ji's expression was not so cold, but there was no obvious smile either.

When picking up the plate, Pei Ji walked halfway and turned around, and walked to the side.

Yan Heng stopped and turned his head to look, and saw him stop in front of a boy who looked like five or six years old.

Tapping the dining table twice with her fingers, Pei Ji looked down at the little boy:

"Stone, don't be picky eaters."

As soon as he saw Pei Ji, Shi Shi covered the spinach cake that he had picked out with his hands, but Pei Ji still discovered it unexpectedly.

After hearing Pei Ji's words, the guilty Shitou raised his head and smiled at him, explaining dryly:

"Big brother, I'm not picky about my food, I just want to keep it for later."

While speaking, Shi Shi slowly moved the spinach cake back, and Pei Ji looked at him quietly without speaking.

After a few seconds of silence, under Pei Ji's gaze, Shitou slumped his shoulders, picked up the green spinach cake with a bitter face, and frowned and took a bite.

While eating, he bulged his cheeks and muttered in a low voice:

"When will Granny Fang make spinach pie as delicious as pumpkin pie?"

Pei Ji let him go after staring at the stone and finishing the slap-sized spinach cake.

After Pei Ji supervised the stone, he asked the boy with a round face next to him not to eat only vegetables.

Yan Heng looked at it with interest for a while, then asked Lu Wen:

"Prince Pei knows all the children here?"

Lu Wen nodded: "Yes."

Yan Heng raised his eyebrows, a little surprised.

With Pei Ji's appearance of not getting close to strangers, Yan Heng thought that he was not very close to the children in the courtyard.

As if seeing what Yan Heng was thinking, Lu Wen explained with a smile:

"Mr. Yan, you just met our dean, so you don't know. The dean has a cold face and a warm heart, but he is actually very good to the children."

The little dean's face was cold and Yan Heng could feel it, as for whether he was hot or not...

He can't draw a conclusion just yet.

The cafeteria has a rich variety of dishes, and the taste is also good. Knowing that Yan Heng donated a large sum of money to the courtyard, the aunt who served the food warmly served him a big spoonful of braised pork.

After finishing the mushroom soup, Yan Heng wanted to take out a piece of paper to wipe his mouth, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, Pei Ji stopped him:

"and many more."

Under Yan Heng's unexplained gaze, Pei Ji skillfully divided the table paper in two and handed half of it to him.

Mr. Yan looked down at the half sheet of lunch paper in his hand, then looked up at Pei Ji:

"What does this mean?"

The relationship between them is good enough to use a napkin?

Pei Ji wiped her mouth with half of her own napkin, and said calmly:

"The tissue paper I bought this time is too big."

It took Yan Heng two seconds to react before he understood what he meant, he couldn't laugh or cry:

"Do you need to save so much? How much money can this save?"

Can't he even use a napkin to wipe his mouth?

I have seen a dollar that was broken in half to spend, but I have never seen a piece of paper that has to be torn in half.

Pei Jizheng sent a message to the purchaser in the yard, asking him to buy smaller toilet paper in the future, and he didn't look up after hearing Yan Heng's words:

"Just wipe it clean."

Yan Heng: "..."

The secretary who was two tables away from them was stunned when he saw Lu Wen divide the lunch paper into two halves, and asked the same question as Yan Heng——

How much money will this save?

In front of outsiders, Cun Tou was a little embarrassed, but Lu Wen still smiled:

"It's good to save a little bit, and it's good to buy more pens for the children."

The secretary looked at them with admiration in his eyes, and began to reflect on himself——

I usually wipe my mouth with just a few sheets of paper, isn't it too extravagant and wasteful?

…………

Yan Heng didn't leave immediately after eating, and even visited the orphanage, it was past one o'clock when he left.

After seeing off Yan Heng and returning, Lu Wen saw that Pei Ji was about to go out with his bag on his back.

Lu Wen met and asked, "Dean, are you going to school?"

Pei Ji is 20 years old and still in college, a sophomore in the Department of Finance.

Pei Ji said 'hmm': "There are two classes in the school in the afternoon."

Lu Wen looked at his phone and asked, "It's getting late, do you want to give it to you?"

Pei Ji's school is far away from the orphanage. The two places are one south and one north, and it takes [-] minutes to take the subway.

"No need." Pei Ji shook his head, "I'll just go by myself."

Lu Wen didn't insist: "Then be careful on the road."

Pei Ji walked around the corner with her bag on her back, and there was a white Porsche parked there.

Standing next to the car was a young man in his early thirties.

Pei Ji didn't stop, and walked straight towards the Porsche.

Beside the Porsche, the man who had been waiting for a long time saw Pei Ji, straightened his back, called him "little master" respectfully, and opened the car door for him.

The man's name is Peng Gaojun, and he is Pei Ji's driver.

After the Porsche was on the road, Peng Gaojun, who was driving in front, glanced at Pei Ji from the rearview mirror, and when he saw the slightly washed white jeans, he said carefully:

"Young master, when I went out today, Madam asked me to ask you if you want to go home for the holiday tomorrow."

Pei Ji raised his eyes after hearing this: "Isn't tomorrow Valentine's Day?"

Peng Gaojun laughed dryly: "Valentine's Day is also a festival."

Pei Ji paused, and finally refused:

"I have something to do tomorrow, so I won't go back."

Knowing Pei Ji's character, Peng Gaojun nodded his head and said yes, without saying a word of persuasion.

The car was quiet for a few seconds, Pei Ji pursed his lips, and suddenly said:

"I'm going to the nursery in the suburbs in the afternoon."

Although he didn't know what Pei Ji was doing in the nursery, Peng Gaojun still dutifully said:

"I'll take you."

Pei Ji glanced at the inside of the Porsche and shook his head: "This car is too small, it can't do it."

Peng Gaojun was taken aback, thinking that the young master despises this car?

Peng Gaojun raised his eyes to pay attention to Pei Ji's reaction, and asked cautiously:

"Does the young master want to change cars?"

Thinking of the master's and his wife's orders, Peng Gaojun was about to ask Pei Ji what car he likes, so he can go back to respond today, but before he could speak, he heard Pei Ji ask:

"Is there a bigger tricycle?"

Peng Gaojun didn't follow Pei Ji's thoughts: "Huh?"

What car?

Tricycle? ?

Imagine Pei Ji riding three rounds to school every day with a cold face, and the steering wheel that Peng Gaojun was holding almost slipped.

Seeing his shocked expression, Pei Ji withdrew his gaze:

"Nevermind."

Peng Gaojun came back to his senses, calmed down and pretended to be calm: "Yes, yes."

Not to mention three rounds, even if Pei Ji wanted a rocket, Peng Gaojun would have to ask the old lady what she said.

After watching Pei Ji enter the school, Peng Gaojun quickly took out his mobile phone to call the master, hesitantly said Pei Ji's request.

There was silence on the phone for a while, and asked:

"Did Zhao Zhao say what brand and color he likes?"

Peng Gaojun: "...No, just a little older."

"When?"

"This afternoon."

"Okay, you come back to pick up the car now."

Peng Gaojun replied with an expression that he had guessed the result a long time ago: "Okay."

He has been in the industry for so many years, but he has never driven a tricycle, and today is also the first time for a big girl to get on a sedan chair.

...............

After Pei Ji finished class, he saw Peng Gaojun raising his arm and waving to him as soon as he stepped out of the school gate.

And beside Peng Gaojun, there was a brand new tricycle parked.

Under the astonished eyes of the surrounding students, Pei Ji got on the tricycle without changing his face, and left everyone's sight amidst the roar of rattling.

Knowing that Pei Ji was going to a nursery far away from the city center, Peng Gaojun asked:

"Young master, do you want to buy flowers as gifts? What flowers do you need? Actually, I'll go and buy them."

Now flower shops have all kinds of flowers, as fresh as you want, why go all the way to the nursery.

Pei Ji shook his head: "No."

Originally, Peng Gaojun was often frozen when talking with Pei Ji, not to mention that now he was on the tricycle, seeing that Pei Ji had no desire to talk, he also became silent.

Facing Pei Ji, Peng Gaojun's words about tuberculosis were useless.

The speed of the tricycle was limited, and it was almost five o'clock when Pei Ji and the others arrived at the nursery.

Through the conversation between Pei Ji and the owner of the nursery, Peng Gaojun knew that Pei Ji had made an appointment with the nursery to pull roses today more than a month ago.

With so many roses, it's no wonder a bigger tricycle is needed.

When helping to move the flowers to the tricycle, Peng Gaojun couldn't hold back and asked:

"Young master, why did you buy so many roses?"

Could it be that the young master has a sweetheart?Ready to confess on Valentine's Day?

Pei Ji's answer was concise and to the point: "Sell."

Roses on Valentine's Day are the best sellers. Roses that cost a few cents apiece can be sold for ten yuan apiece, and packaged roses are more expensive. Naturally, he will not let go of this opportunity to make money.

Peng Gaojun was taken aback after hearing this: "Huh?"

Sell ​​roses? ?