The next evening, the band finished rehearsal, Zhong Yang and Peng Keshi left the bar, and Jiang Ji also went downstairs.
The bar on the first floor had not yet opened for business today, and the manager on duty was calling the employees to a meeting. Jiang Ji walked around them and reached the door of the bar.
He felt the breeze for a while and felt his confused mind clear up a little. Then he took out his mobile phone, leaned his back against the door, and looked down at the payment text message on the screen.
He received the text message during the afternoon rehearsal. When he first saw the string of numbers on it, he even thought he was dreaming, and a very absurd dream at that.
Qin Qingzhuo transferred him a huge sum of money, which was not only enough for him to pay off his debts, but also left him with a lot of money left over after paying them off.
Didn't I tell him last night that I was a bad person who had done all kinds of bad things? Jiang Ji stared at the text message and thought, isn't he afraid that I will take the money and run away without paying the debt
Jiang Ji turned off the screen of his mobile phone, took out a cigarette box from his pocket, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, slid open the lid of the lighter, and when the flame approached the cigarette butt, his hand paused.
I don't know when the idea of quitting smoking came to me. It seems that I didn't have a clear idea, nor a clear time point. The moment I lit the lighter, I would always think of what Qin Qingzhuo said with a frown when they were standing face to face at the door of the bar, "Jiang Ji, stop smoking."
After that, I reduced my smoking frequency, but in the few days after Jiang Keyuan's death, my smoking frequency increased again.
He flipped the lid of the lighter, extinguished the blue flame, took the cigarette out of his mouth, and put it back into the cigarette box.
He didn't want the huge sum of money Qin Qingzhuo transferred to him. If possible, he wanted to return it right away.
But he didn't know Qin Qingzhuo's bank card number. If he asked Qin Qingzhuo, given Qin Qingzhuo's personality, he probably wouldn't tell him the card number.
Then let's wait until the next game recording to ask Chen Jia in person. Since the program team will pay Qin Qingzhuo, there must be a way for Qin Qingzhuo to receive payment. Isn't this how Qin Qingzhuo got his bank card number
I really can't understand why there is a person like Qin Qingzhuo? How could someone like Qin Qingzhuo be encountered by someone like me
Is he like this to everyone? This thought popped up in Jiang Ji's mind again.
Zhong Yang, Peng Keshi, or any other musician in his team, would he be so generous to anyone if they encountered such a thing
A black car drove into the corner of Honglu Street. From a distance, Jiang Ji recognized it as Qin Qingzhuo's Maybach.
When he came back from the cemetery, during the band rehearsal the next day, Zhong Yang kept repeating how beautiful Qin Qingzhuo's car was and how expensive it was. How much did it cost? Four or five million, or five or six million
He couldn't remember clearly, or maybe he didn't hear it at all at that time. He just felt annoyed to death and told Zhong Yang to shut up and rehearse and stop talking nonsense.
He was not interested in cars at all. To be more precise, he was not interested in money either. To him, money was just a bunch of numbers used for addition and subtraction. He would add them up little by little until they reached a certain number, and then return them to Uncle Sui to reset them to zero, and then start adding again, in an infinite cycle. That was all.
He has very low material desires and has never thought of using money to buy anything for himself, not even changing his guitar - the current one is pretty good, and as long as it doesn't break, he can use it forever.