library clerk

Chapter 17
Song Jiang struggled for a long time, and finally asked tentatively, "My lord, what do you plan to live on in the future?"

"It's up to you?!" Meng Zhe said unabashedly.

"Rely on me? Brother, how much money can I earn a month?!" Song Jiang was a little dumbfounded.

Unexpectedly, Meng Zhe said seriously, "It's okay, I don't eat much anyway..."

Although Meng Zhe said so, Song Jiang soon found out that he was too naive, because even though Meng Zhe's soul had changed, his body was still a true son! !

Especially when Meng Zhe looked at the soy milk fritters that Song Jiang bought from downstairs, he said with a look of disgust, "Is this something people eat? How do I remember that Meng Zhe used to have ham sandwiches with Italian for breakfast?" Where's the coffee?"

Song Jiang rolled his eyes helplessly after hearing this, then got up and went to the refrigerator to take out a ham sausage, and when he came back, he stuffed it into the fried dough sticks, and then he took out a pack of instant coffee from the drawer and poured it on Stir Meng Zhe's soy milk and said, "Eat, authentic French ham sandwich with espresso!"

Meng Zhe dubiously picked up the deep-fried dough stick, stuffed it with ham sausage, and took a bite. He felt that there was something wrong with the taste, but he couldn't tell for a while, and Song Jiang on the other side of the table nodded at him with a sincere expression, signaling him to eat quickly. So Meng Zhe ate it mouthful after mouthful, and in the end he really liked the taste.

But Song Jiang kept looking at Meng Zhe eating "breakfast" gracefully without tears, because he finally realized a more serious problem. If what the man in front of him said was true, wouldn't that mean Thinking that I will be tied to the other party for the rest of my life, and I still have to take care of his food and housing? !
He, a small [-]th-line Internet writer who has problems supporting himself, actually wants to support another person. This really made Song Jiang feel the pressure of life, so he tentatively said to Meng Zhe, "My lord, in fact, Meng Zhe Zhe should be quite rich, since you have borrowed his body, naturally you don't care about borrowing some money from him?"

Unexpectedly, Meng Zhe's next words made Song Jiang completely hopeless, "He has no money. Before he committed suicide, he encountered an online scam. Except for that house and that car, he should have been defrauded of everything."

When Song Jiang heard the corners of his mouth twitch again, he thought to himself what evil he had done in his previous life, not to mention that he was a short-lived ghost in this life.

"Then I will accompany you to the police station to report the case? What if I recover a little?" Song Jiang said hopefully.

But Meng Zhe shook his head and said, "Since the real Meng Zhe is no longer here, and I am borrowing his body, I can only keep a low profile and not attract anyone's attention. Contact, it is easy for the other party to see the problem. If you choose to call the police now in order to recover the money, the police will definitely find someone Meng Zhe knew before to investigate and collect evidence. At that time, a series of troublesome things will follow. You... …Understand?"

Song Jiang nodded helplessly. He didn't expect Meng Zhe to be so cautious, so he muttered in a low voice, "What kind of god do you say that you are, and you don't even dare to ask for your money back..."

Meng Zhe just ate the last mouthful of fritters in his hand at this moment, when he wiped the corner of his mouth with a napkin and said, "What do you know... I call it hiding my strengths and biding my time, don't use it."

Song Jiang knew that he couldn't speak against him, so he had no choice but to give up on recovering the money that Meng Zhe was cheated of...

Now that Meng Zhe can't count on it now, Song Jiang can only continue to return to the library to work to earn money, so he wondered if he could discuss with Lao Xu and let Meng Zhe also work in the library, which would solve the problem. There is no need to worry about their lives being in danger if they are too far away from Meng Zhe.

That morning, Song Jiang brought Meng Zhe to the library where he was working. Unexpectedly, Meng Zhe stopped at the door and looked inside, and said to himself, "No wonder he is a short-lived ghost..."

Song Jiang couldn't hear Meng Zhe's words clearly for a while, so he raised his head and asked, "What did you say?"

Unexpectedly, Meng Zhe shook his head with a smile and said, "It's nothing... let's go in."

At the same time, Director Xu, who was arranging books in front of the bookshelf, suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction of the door, with an expression on his face as if he was facing a formidable enemy... But when he saw that the person who opened the door was Song Jiang, his expression changed. Instantly turned into astonishment.

"Uncle Xu, I'm back to sell my vacation!" Song Jiang saw Lao Xu again, feeling as if he had passed away.

Although Lao Xu was a little astonished, he still greeted Song Jiang with a smile, and his face changed slightly when he saw the person walking in behind Song Jiang, "This is..."

Song Jiang wanted to recommend Meng Zhe to work in the library, so he hurriedly pulled him over and said, "Uncle Xu, this is a friend of mine. Because of a change in the family, he can only live with me for the time being... I I brought him here today to ask you, can you let him stay in the library to work?"

After hearing this, Old Xu looked at Meng Zhe suspiciously. He was about to speak but Song Jiang preempted him and said, "Uncle Xu, I know it's a bit hasty to bring people here so directly, but there's nothing I can do? My It's really difficult to support one more person with that salary, please be flexible, if it doesn't work, his salary can be halved!"

Old Xu heard Song Jiang talking like a cannonball, but his eyes kept staring at Meng Zhe behind him, and Lao Xu should be much older than Meng Zhe, but he still said very politely, "Mr. Your name?"

Although Song Jiang created Meng Zhe's persona as the son of Luo Po, he still said without losing a bit of aura, "Hello, my name is Meng Zhe, and I'm Song Jiang's friend."

After hearing this, Lao Xu nodded and said, "I understand Xiao Song's words, but the business in our restaurant has really declined in recent years, so I can only offer you half of Xiao Song's salary, I don't know what you want ?”

Unexpectedly, Meng Zhe looked at Song Jiang and said, "As long as he has no problem..."

Although Song Jiang was bitter in his heart, he couldn't say much, so he smiled bitterly and said to Lao Xu, "No problem, no problem, thank you Uncle Xu for taking care of him."

At this time, Lao Xu raised his hand and glanced at his watch and said, "It's almost time, I should get off work...By the way, Xiao Song, did you encounter any special things when you went out to collect folk songs this time?"

Song Jiang's expression immediately became a little weird when he heard that, Meng Zhe's eyes flashed, and he smiled and answered for him, "Of course, the most special thing he encountered was that he made me this friend."

(End of this chapter)