MTL - I’m From an Ordinary Family, for Real!-Chapter 62 Take the 300,000 bag to the booth to collect money

  Chapter 62 Take the 300,000 bag to the booth to collect money

   After all, I have taken so many things from others.

  Forget it, Chen Chu's heart skipped a beat, and his hands trembled.

   Meow, back and forth, they took no less than a million dollars in money and stuff?

  As for relatives and the like, he really didn't want to give them.

   To be honest, these relatives are not as good as Chen Bojia.

   Regardless of their purpose, at least they really dare to give money!

  Chen Chu wanted to send a message to Miss Young Lu, but it was too late now, let's do it tomorrow.

  Lie down, covered with a white quilt, with a peaceful face.

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  The next day, Saturday of the weekend.

  The powerful biological clock made Chen Chu wake up on time at 5:30.

  Chen Chu's world-weary face slumped on the bed, alas, it's so annoying, why can't I always fall asleep after waking up?

  Chen Chu simply got up, turned off the air conditioner, picked up his phone and checked, it was 5:30.

   After washing up and taking care of personal hygiene, I looked at the time, and it was almost six o'clock.

  Chen Chu simply put on jogging shoes, and went out for a run in shorts and short sleeves.

   Didn't come back until after seven o'clock.

  Sister Xiaolu should get up at this time, right?

  Thinking, he made a phone call, "Beep beep!"

   "Hello...~", after a while, the phone was connected, and a confused and lazy female voice sounded.

   "Sister Xiaolu, good morning."

   "...", the other side fell silent.

   After a while, the other person gritted his teeth and said, "You little pervert, why are you calling me so early?"

  Chen Chu scratched his head, embarrassed, it turned out that he disturbed someone's dream, "Why don't you continue to sleep, sister?"

   "...Fuck you." Chen Youlu couldn't help but yawned heavily.

   "Oh, I was really defeated by you. I haven't woken up so early since I graduated." Chen Youlu lay on the bed with his messy hair.

  Chen Chu apologized kindly, "I'm sorry..."

   "..."

   "Sister, it doesn't matter if you don't say it?" Chen Chu urged.

   "It's okay~it's not~", Chen Youlu buried his head in the pillow, feeling weak.

   "What's the matter, please don't torture me, okay?"

   "I just want to ask about your birthday." Chen Chu smiled awkwardly.

   "Ah!!", Chen Youlu went crazy, "2000, January 25!"

   "When will you be born?"

"Nine p.m!"

   "O! Goodbye, Sister Xiaolu!", Chen Chushang hung up the phone.

  Chen Youlu let go of her mobile phone and dropped it directly on the pillow, while her hands and feet were paralyzed, like a broken doll, completely motionless.

  Her muffled voice came from under the pillow, "Ah, I don't want to be hot..."

   On the other side, when Chen Chu got the date of birth of Chen Youlu, he directly converted it into Chinese characters and wrote it on the mahogany amulet.

   (Peach wood amulet: 6/10 remaining times)

   Hey, what about Uncle Chen's birthday?

  So.

   "Beep beep!"

   "Hello...", Chen Youlu's pleasant voice is full of lovelessness at this time.

   "Sister Xiaolu, what about Uncle Chen's birthday?"

   "...1974, September 14, at one o'clock in the afternoon!"

   "Oh, goodbye, Miss Xiaolu!", Chen Chu hung up the phone.

  Chen Youlu lost his cell phone and lay on his stomach completely motionless.

the other side

  Chen Chu wrote Chen Baijia's horoscope on it, looked at the ink stains absorbed by the mahogany amulet, and nodded with satisfaction.

  'Peach wood amulet: remaining times 5/10'

  ～

  Food Market, Chen Family Meat Stall

  Chen Guoqiang took a bone-chopping knife, chopped bones, and said, "Chenghui 45!"

   "Okay, I've scanned it." The uncle scanned the QR code with his mobile phone to pay, and then left with his bones in his hands.

  Old Xiao, the owner of the meat stall next door, poked his head over and offered a cigarette, "Old Chen, business is good!"

  Chen Guoqiang smiled modestly, "It's okay, it's okay!"

  However, there is very little meat on his desk, and it will be sold out in a while.

   "I'm really envious of you. With a big channel, the stalls are sold out early every day." Old Xiao took two puffs of his cigarette and sighed.

   "Why are you sighing?" Chen Guoqiang asked.

  Old Xiao sighed heavily, and took another deep breath of the cigarette, "What else can I do? I'll lose money if I can't sell it all!"

   "How did you lose money? Don't you still have two big customers in the store?" Chen Guoqiang was a little surprised.

   "Fart! I ran away! I was pried away by that **** on the opposite side!", Lao Xiao became angry when he mentioned this, very angry, and stared viciously at the meat stall owner opposite him.

   "This year's downturn, the market is getting worse and worse, and business is not going well.

  Before, I could sell a half pig, but now I can sell one.

   That's it, there are more than ten catties left in these three days. ", Lao Xiao complained.

  Chen Guoqiang was silent for a while, "Why don't you sell me twenty catties of lean meat every day."

  Old Xiao was surprised, and suddenly turned his head to look at him, "Really? Are you kidding me?"

  Chen Guoqiang also took a puff of cigarette, "Can you joke about anything?

   I didn’t lie to you, anyway, Yun Ke came to the restaurant to ask for a lot of meat, even twenty catties is fine.

  However, it’s only twenty catties, nothing more. "

  Although the two brothers are good friends, they should only help if they help, so don’t make any unpleasant noises.

  Old Xiao was very moved, "Okay, Lao Chen, it's interesting!"

  Chen Guoqiang stretched out his hand, held the cigarette **** between his hands, and nuzzled his mouth, indicating that the cigarette was gone.

  Old Xiao understood immediately, and handed him a cigarette, "Come on, Lao Chen, smoke!"

  While talking, Yang Yumei came over with soy milk buns.

   "Sister-in-law!" Lao Xiao called out, "Did you bring Lao Chen something delicious?"

  Yang Yumei hung a bag in front of her body, which was given to the couple by Chen Baijia, and she used it as a purse.

  Don't say it, it's quite appropriate.

  Yang Yumei said, "Soy milk buns, Lao Xiao, do you want some buns?"

  Old Xiao stretched out his hand, "Then give me one."

  While several people were talking, several customers came over and asked how to sell the meat.

  The three stopped chatting, and quickly swallowed the buns in twos and twos, and started to do business.

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  In front of the Chen family’s meat stall, a fashionable young woman was wearing a bag and said, “Give me two ribs.

   There is still a catty of five flowers, to make braised pork. "

  Chen Guoqiang picked up the knife, "Okay!"

  Yang Yumei cut a piece of pork belly and shaved it.

  The fashionable young woman pinched a piece of pork liver with two fingers, "I also cut this pork liver."

  Yang Yumei nodded, and quickly picked up the pork liver, "What else do you want to fry?"

   "Fried, cut it thinner." The young woman said.

  Yang Yumei nodded, and quickly cut the pork liver into a bag.

  While walking, the bag swaying in front of him is very conspicuous.

  The young woman glanced casually, didn't pay attention, suddenly frowned, and cast her eyes on the bag.

   After watching it carefully for a while, her face gradually changed, and she was a little dazed.

  Yang Yumei weighed the things she asked for and was about to hand them to her, when she saw her staring at the bag in front of her, she felt a little embarrassed.

   Is this bag a joke?

  Yang Yumei subconsciously hid the bag behind her back.

  The young woman raised her head, and said incredulously, "You just use the bag to collect the money?"

  Yang Yumei smiled shyly, "Yes, the size seems to be quite suitable."

  The young woman asked with astonishment and doubt, "You don't know how much this bag costs?"

  Yang Yumei was at a loss, "How much is a bag worth? This bag is a gift from someone else, isn't it worth much?"

  The young woman stretched out her hand, a little suspicious, "Show me the bag, and I'll make sure."

  Yang Yumei took off the bag blankly and handed it over, "What's wrong with this bag? It's expensive?"

  The young woman took a closer look, and then checked the signs around the bag. Suddenly, she had the illusion that the world was changing too fast, and she couldn't keep up with the times.

  Someone actually used more than 300,000 yuan in luxury accessories as a wallet to collect money at the booth?

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  (end of this chapter)