Born Again: A Journey of Love Rediscovered Novel Chapter 60

"Then if I really make money..."

"You brat, do you think our family is quite poor? Don't you want to hear that? Your dad and I are used to saving, but our family still has some financial resources. Let me tell you, your current mission... ..."

John Qin quickly coughed and interrupted his mother's spell: "Mom, inter-provincial phone calls are actually quite expensive."

"Dududu..."

Listening to the busy signal on the phone, John Qin couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.

It's really suspenseful. If he says one more sentence, he will probably provoke his mother to nag him for half an hour. People of his generation have this kind of thinking. They always feel that the wealth in the world has nothing to do with their own dime. No, don’t even think about it. If you think about it more, it’s just crazy.

This reminded John Qin of his previous manager Lao Cheng, who resolutely quit his job to start a business, but lost a fortune and came back to work after a year.

At that time, he muttered one sentence every day: People can never make money beyond their own knowledge.

My parents were like this. They only dared to look at and sigh at the wealth, but they didn't dare to think about it.

In other words, it is not only difficult for a self-made person to obtain the first pot of gold, but also the level of vision is an obstacle that is difficult to overcome. You don’t even dare to think about it. How can you have the courage to make money?

"Old Zhou, are you okay tonight?" John Qin called from the dormitory.

Joe Zhou sat up from the bed: "It's okay. Are there any activities at night?"

"Help me distribute some flyers in the dormitory building.

John Qin reached out and picked up a large package of flyers from under the table. This was made using Pang Hai's first design draft. Although the effect is not better than a fan, it is definitely effective. After all, the cost of using a fan to push the floor is too high. , not suitable for constant use.

Besides, it is already mid-September, and no matter how hot the summer is, it will eventually pass, and there will be no point in blowing the fans by then.

Joe Zhou stretched out his head from the bed and glanced at the flyers in the bag: "Send out so many flyers? My hands will break from exhaustion. You will have to treat me to dinner."

"What do you want to eat?"

"Twenty-one portions of the braised pork chop set for the second meal!" Joe Zhou felt embarrassed after saying this, feeling like a bit of a lion.

John Qin took out thirty yuan from his wallet and gave it to him: "In addition to the hooves, I will give you ten yuan of old duck soup."

Joe Zhou immediately beamed: "Thank you, Brother John."

"Look at your worthless look."

As John Qin spoke, he put his wallet into his pocket and said to himself that you are still worse than Guo Zihang in rank. He just called that guy his adoptive father: "Remember to go to the dormitories and make sure you don't miss anything."

"Do not worry."

Joe Zhou was so motivated that he jumped out of bed. John Qin thought he was going to start handing out flyers, but who knew that this guy picked up his cell phone and started making calls, with a hint of crying in his voice.

"Mom, I worked part-time and earned thirty yuan."

"Mom, don't cry. When I grow up, I will be filial to you and my dad."

After hanging up the phone, Joe Zhou opened the address book again, found the last name and dialed it.

"Hey, Grandpa, I have a part-time job and I earn thirty!"

"Ah? Cousin, I said I earned thirty from my part-time job!"

After finishing the phone call with his grandfather, Joe Zhou still looked unfinished. After thinking twice, he made another call and his voice deliberately became gentler.

"Hey, Xiaoyu, how is college life?"

"I earn thirty from my part-time job. Do you have anything you want? I'll buy it for you."

"Oh, let's go take a shower, okay, then I'll wait for you."

John Qin looked at Joe Zhou's high-spirited back and thought to himself that this guy has so many dramas: "Who is Xiaoyu?"

Joe Zhou put the phone in his pocket: "My high school classmate used to chase me, but I didn't agree because of my studies."

John Qin gave a thumbs up and said in his heart that for the sake of helping me distribute flyers, I won’t expose you, you damn licker.

I even went to take a shower, haha, I laughed to death.

After Joe Zhou left the dormitory with the flyer in his arms, Charles Cao happened to walk out of the toilet. He pulled his crotch and legs, obviously as if he had just taken medicine, and cursed John Qin when he saw him.

He had been recuperating for ten days after the circumcision, and when he was about to dare to be a big wooden pillar, he suddenly collapsed again after a video.

"Old Cao, why haven't I seen you playing on my website in the past two days? Isn't it fun?"

Charles Cao sat on the chair and frowned: "Don't mention it. Some time ago, I was applauded online for showing off. I don't know what happened recently. Suddenly, a large number of strangers with IDs came and asked me if I would die if I didn't brag. I was so angry. Me."

John Qin understood. This guy was taught how to be a human being by a real user: "Isn't it possible? Didn't some people say they admire you a few days ago?"

"No more now. Except for Weiwei, there is nothing good online."

After saying this, Charles Cao showed a nostalgic look on his face, so he reached out to open the web page, logged into the forum and clicked on the private message page.

John Qin stretched his head out curiously and found five words written in the upper right corner of the private message window - beautiful Weiwei.

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"Isn't this nickname the virtual ID of the background robot?"

John Qin thought about it secretly, then quietly walked over and found that this guy had been sending private messages to this virtual "Wei Wei" for three days.

What major are you majoring in, how old are you this year, what kind of boys do you like, and do you have any thoughts of becoming a young lady from a wealthy family?

Lao Cao was also used to being a dog licker, and he could continue chatting on his own when seeing no one on the other side.

"Is this Weiwei?"

Charles Cao raised a confident smile: "Yes, she left comments on every post I made before, saying that she admires me and likes me. At first glance, she is a simple and kind-hearted girl."

John Qin felt his scalp was numb: "What are you sending her so many private messages for?"

"Let's keep in touch and bond. When the time comes, I will ask her out to meet. I have a hunch that she will definitely look no worse than Hong Yan."

"Haha, bragging is quite conservative. Why don't you say she is prettier than Nancy Feng?" John Qin looked sarcastic.

Charles Cao pursed his lips, and after a while he shook his head helplessly: "A girl like that is too sci-fi, too beautiful to be true."

"But if I'm not blind, Miss Weiwei probably didn't even reply to you with a single punctuation mark."

"She's a little shy." Charles Cao raised his lips.

John Qin felt goosebumps all over his body: "Old Cao, I advise you to give up as soon as possible, don't go too far."

"No, do you remember what I said at the beginning of school? Girls these days are too reserved. You only have a chance by taking the initiative!"

John Qin had nothing to say and decided not to poke holes in Charles Cao's fantasies.

Others' first crush after going to college is either the senior sister or the junior school girl. Those who like to pick on others may even flirt with their classmates.

Charles Cao is so awesome, he fell in love with the automatic reply system.

If this was revealed, he would probably never be able to hold his head up in the dormitory again. If Zachary Ren accidentally found out again, then the entire Finance School would have to know.

John Qin cupped his hands and expressed his admiration. Sure enough, it was a cyber boy talking about cyber love. Everyone is surfing the Internet, but you really want to go online.

I have to catch a flight back to my hometown today. Please continue reading. I love you! !