Fang Qing and Ji Tong formed a family group, and in the group there was Ji Wenfeng's WeChat account with Xingkong as his profile picture, and Lu Rong added him. He didn't expect Ji Wenfeng to pass him as soon as he arrived, but this was his only way of contacting him. He wrote in the verification message: See you on the rooftop at 1 pm. To be on the safe side, I added one: whoever does not come is a dog. In this way, Ji Wenfeng will definitely arrive as promised.
After class at noon, Lu Rong went to the Internet cafe to find the boss, and took an idle bank card from him. He is underage, and there is no online banking to apply for a card. For the sake of convenience, they let old b apply for a card.
Lu Rong glanced at the ordinary ICBC card: "How much money is in it?"
Old b: "Not much, more than 600 - how about I get you some more?"
Lu Rong: "Enough." It's just a bait, it doesn't need much.
He put the card in his trouser pocket, pulled up his trouser chain properly, and asked old b to help him notice any short-term jobs available for him recently.
Old B raised his head from the screen: "Who wants to work?"
Lu Rong: "Me."
Boss B shook his head: "Boss, it's hard for me to find the short-term jobs you want to do. I only distribute flyers and sell cleaning agents here. They are hard and tiring, and they earn very little. They don't meet your status."
Lu Rong: "I just want to work hard and earn little."
Old B held his breath and looked at him for a while: "Boss, did your mother fight with someone in an Internet cafe?" Otherwise, he really couldn't figure out why Lu Rong was so short of money.
Old B said sadly: "I said earlier that you let her come here to play games, I can cover her."
Lu Rong: "..."
How bad is Fang Qing's personal image? Is there any bottom line
Lu Rong asked old b to pay attention to some part-time workers, took the bank card and went back to school and went straight to the rooftop, it was five minutes before one o'clock.
He combed his hair on the iron gate, and messed it up. His half-length hair fell loose, and his aura seemed much weaker. He tried his eyes and expressions again, controlled his facial muscles, and tried to act like a weak chicken who was ignorant of the world and had a bookish spirit. When he was taking a selfie in the mirror and gradually entering the scene, Ji Wenfeng suddenly pushed the door and walked out. He opened his school uniform, put it in his trouser pocket, and wore a bright red beast earphone on his ear. He was full of light and rebellious.
Lu Rong took two steps back in fright, met Shang Ji Wenfeng's playful eyes, and realized that his retreat just now had inexplicably achieved a good performance. Taking advantage of the trend, he lowered his head and stared at his toes, and successfully hypnotized himself into the play, playing the role of a "noble scholar who has troubles and embarrassment in front of the gentleman who wants to wear small shoes for him".
Long before meeting each other yesterday, Ji Wenfeng had a strong impression of Lu Rong. This kid looks inconspicuous at first glance, but on the basketball court, he "defends" himself very well. Appearing quietly on every occasion against him, that's enough.
Ji Wenfeng has no interest in finding another person for Jitong, nor does he care about it. Who cares about the extra old woman in the family? But this younger brother who came out of thin air is different.
The eyes Lu Rong looked at him in the basement at that time, the eyes mixed with surprise, regret, embarrassment, and awe, satisfied all of Ji Wenfeng's bad tastes.
At this moment, Ji Wenfeng was extremely happy to get this kind of eyes from this cheap little brother once again, as if he was facing a big enemy. He lazily turned back and closed the door, walked slowly to stand in front of Lu Rong, took off the earphone with one hand and hung it around his neck, and casually put his hand on Lu Rong's side: "What? Called me out and I'm dumb again?"
Lu Rong turned his face away in shame, and said in a low voice: "... I rode to school this morning, and I was late."
Ji Wenfeng let out a long cry, and looked down lazily at him condescendingly: "Aren't you an emperor and general, are you rather kind? It turns out that you can't stand it just because you go to school a little farther away, and you're not as kind as you shout. "
Lu Rong looked more and more ashamed and angry, took out the bank card from his trouser pocket, and handed it to him.
Ji Wenfeng narrowed his eyes, not quite understanding which song was being sung.
Lu Rong raised his head and said firmly, "I won't waste your family's money for nothing!"
Ji Wenfeng: "...?"
Lu Rong: "I know, you don't want me to live in your luxury house and ride in your luxury car, and I don't want to, but I don't want to embarrass my mother and Uncle Ji! I can only live with you for the next few years , I will pay the rent on my own!"
Ji Wenfeng's pupils dilated, and the playful smile on his face gradually deepened.
Lu Rong: Plan to pass.
In order to play a noble white lotus, he cramped his feet this morning and asked the rotten girl how many danmei novels she had read.
Ji Wenfeng stretched out his slender index finger, held his bank card calmly, and asked pretendingly, "How much money is in it?"
Lu Rong didn't fluctuate in his heart and even wanted to laugh, but he pretended to be humiliated: "600..."
Ji Wenfeng held up the card and sneered: "Do you think 600 is enough for you to live in my house and take my car? It's not even enough for gas."
Lu Rong thought in his heart: "This statement is wrong." 14 kilometers, carpool up to 30, study 20 days a month, 600 yuan is just right, and he can ride a bicycle by himself when he goes home to exercise.
But he couldn't argue with Ji Wenfeng at this time, he could only hold out his chest and said: "This is all my savings!"
Of course not, he has more than 100,000 yuan on his book, and there is an old and dilapidated apartment in the city center next to the school. The 35-square-meter house has now risen to 4 million yuan.
"I will earn it!" Lu Rong swore.
It is the earning method of distributing leaflets and posters of 50 yuan per hour.
Lu Rong's pretended strong expression greatly pleased Ji Wenfeng. Ji Wenfeng naturally doesn't care about this little money, Lu Rong and his mother spend his father's money, what does it matter to him? But since Lu Rongbaba came up and invited to play a game of cat and mouse, why not do it
Ji Wenfeng smiled "kindly", and offered a price that he would never be able to meet: "You can do this if you want, just give me 30,000 rent per month."
Lu Rong was stunned: "What did you say?" He didn't pretend to have this expression.
According to plan a, he gave the bank card to Ji Wenfeng, and Ji Wenfeng was moved by his integrity, patted him on the shoulder and said, "What are we brothers doing with the money?" This was the best result.
Although Lu Rong was also prepared for the fact that the reality would not be so smooth, Ji Wenfeng would ask him for 30,000 yuan, which he did not expect—has his conscience been eaten by a dog
Ji Wenfeng said lightly: "Eat mine, live in mine, and ride in my car, 30,000 yuan a month."
Lu Rong's mask couldn't hold back anymore: "... May I ask how you calculated this?"
Ji Wenfeng was just talking casually to bully him, but unexpectedly he bargained and calculated for him: "My luxury house was bought for 120 million yuan, and the decoration cost more than 20 million yuan. Your rent alone is more than that. Plus More than 30,000 yuan for food, water, electricity, transportation, and babysitting?"
Lu Rong thought in his heart: "This statement is wrong."
The price cannot be calculated according to the cost, but only according to the supply and demand. His own apartment is only 60 square meters, and it is located in such a remote place. If it is rented out on the market, the rent will be 3,000 a month, which cannot be higher. Other game rooms, billiard halls, and audio-visual rooms are all public spaces and shared areas. He can't use them a few times a year. Plus two meals a day—how much can he eat by himself? 1000 per month is more than enough. He doesn’t need nanny services either. He can do his own laundry, mop the floor, and store by himself—the sum of all the nannies in their family is not as good as his own. They all have to pay tuition fees for themselves, 1,999 yuan per class. Apart from the rent, the biggest expense should be gas money. He carpools with Ji Wenfeng for a month, and if they go to and from school together, the topping is 1200.
Then purely based on the market price, 3,000 rent + 1,200 gas + 1,000 food = 5,200 a month, and the friendship price is divided into water and electricity, 6,000 is enough.
Ji Wenfeng said that it was 30,000. Does he know that at this price, he can find a five-star hotel in the city and book a room for a long-term stay
Lu Rong silently shook his head Dumbledore-style in his heart: Ji Wenfeng beat him up.
However, since he had already decided to kill him and not pay, he did not bargain.
Lu Rong brewed his emotions for a while, turned his head and stared at him with hatred: "Okay, 30,000 is 30,000, and I will work hard to make money!" The way to earn 50 yuan an hour is to distribute flyers and posters.
Ji Wenfeng nodded: "I'm looking forward to it."
He turned around to leave, but Lu Rong stopped him: "Wait!"
Ji Wenfeng said he was all ears.
Lu Rong said shamelessly: "I may not earn that much for a while..." In Ji Wenfeng's playful eyes, he said weakly, "If I can't afford it, can I put it on credit first? I will definitely do it in the future." Give it back to you, I can't run away."
Lu Rong's plan b: Ji Wenfeng coldly accepted the bank card and asked him to make money to pay the rent. He crazily distributed leaflets to Ji Wenfeng, and moved Ji Wenfeng with his posture of moving bricks. Ji Wenfeng would forget this rental clause that did not meet the market price, and patted him on the shoulder and said "What are we brothers doing with the money?" The implementation of this plan will take some time, and he has to communicate with Ji Wenfeng about the fact that he has no money.
Of course Ji Wenfeng knew that he couldn't finish it, and he made the request just because he couldn't finish it. He pretended to think about it, and smiled kindly: "If you don't pay the rent, it's fine, but you have to agree to one condition."
Lu Rong's eyes lit up: He's hooked!
Lu Rong: "What conditions."
Ji Wenfeng raised his chin proudly: "If you can't pay back the debt, then sell yourself to pay off. I will support you, you listen to me, and you must do everything I ask. That is to say, from now on, I will be you master."
Lu Rong: Plan to pass.
Lu Rong's plan c: Ji Wenfeng deliberately raised the price, and he deliberately couldn't afford it, so Ji Wenfeng took advantage of the opportunity to sign "a contract with a domineering young master and a small slave contract" with him.
If he can live in Ji's house until he graduates from university smoothly as long as he has to deal with Ji Wenfeng being a demon every month, he is willing to be Ji Wenfeng's house of everything. This is Lu Rong's realization of being under the fence.
Lu Rong is more cautious and safety-conscious: "Don't break the law."
Ji Wenfeng: "Of course."
Ji Wenfeng hid the bank card in the breast pocket of his shirt in front of him, and gave his cheap brother a little out of the corner of his eye, thinking: It's so interesting.
Lu Rong was shrouded in Ji Wenfeng's meaningful eyes, thinking: He thinks this is very interesting, really interesting.
After school that day, the two tacitly walked to the intersection one after the other, and Lao Song was waiting there.
Ji Wenfeng got into the Bentley first, and Lao Song looked at him from the rearview mirror, asking with his eyes if he should go first. He had already seen the young master walking quickly not far away.
Ji Wenfeng opened WeChat and approved his friend application: "My brother."
Lu Rong didn't reply.
Ji Wenfeng told Lao Song: "Drive over."
Old Song thought to himself: Poor young master, he stepped on the gas pedal.
In order to satisfy the young master's bad taste, Lao Song controlled the Bentley to slide slowly past Lu Rong at a speed of 5 yards.
Ji Wenfeng: "Stop."
Lao Song was so startled that he slammed on the brakes.
Lu Rong opened the car door with a low eyebrow.
Ji Wenfeng sat on the seat, leaned against the back of the chair and looked up at him.
Lu Rong showed a look of forbearance, resentment, and shame, and whispered: "Hello, brother."
Ji Wenfeng gave a long hum, and gave up his seat in satisfaction, and Lu Rong got into the car.
Old Song: "..."
The speed at which teenage bromance develops makes him, a middle-aged man, unable to keep up.