Super Red Packet

Chapter 6
Money, a lot of money, buy a villa, buy a luxury car, buy a diamond for your girlfriend, buy a famous bag...

Life without money, so sad!
While thinking about it, Meng Xiaoben was extremely miserable, pacing with his head down, twisting his brain, he couldn't help saying softly: The road is long and long, I want to go up and down to dig gold.

Unknowingly, I walked to the gate of the campus.

As the morning breeze blew, a fragrant smell of fried dough sticks came to the nostrils.

The fat man who was frying the fried dough sticks, holding his hand, scooped up the fried dough sticks from the oil pan, and greeted loudly: "New oil, freshly fried fried dough sticks, non-toxic and green..."

Meng Xiaoben was really a little hungry, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and couldn't help digging out his pocket.

Ma Dan!Running in the morning without a wallet.

Meng Xiaoben had no money, but his eyes were firmly drawn to the fried dough sticks.

Today's fried dough sticks are really freshly fried, and the color is light, tender and shiny.The fat man stacked them one by one on the iron plate, a pile of more than two feet high, with a kind of courage that would not risk his life.

I really want to take a bite, but I don't have any money... If the fat man is kind, he would give me one.

Meng Xiaoben thought unintentionally, and then walked past the fried dough stick stand.

Just a step or two away, the fat man suddenly shouted: "Hey, classmate, aren't you from the Department of Mechanical Engineering!"

Meng Xiaoben stopped, "Yes, you remember me! I often buy your fried dough sticks."

"Remember, remember, of course I remember regular customers. Why, no money? Come here, try one, no money, do a publicity for me, new oil, safe."

As the fat man said, he flashed the long chopsticks in his hand, picked up a big fried dough stick as thick as a horsewhip, and lifted it up.

So amazing!Just now, Meng Xiaoben just thought about it lightly, and the fat man brought the fried dough sticks over.

With joy in his heart, Meng Xiaoben took the fritters, thanked him twice, then held the fritters, biting them, and walked towards the market.

From the looks of it, the function of "manipulating officials" is absolutely reliable and practical.That fat man is stingy, he usually buys deep-fried dough sticks, and he won’t sell you for a penny less, but today...

It's a pity, Meng Xiaoben slapped his thigh directly: If the fat uncle sells gold bars, he will be consummated.

Outside the campus, not far away, there is a food street several hundred meters long, with food stalls next to each other.

After Meng Xiaoben finished eating the fritters, he felt thirsty. He happened to see a kiosk selling cold drinks by the side of the road. There were many drinks on the table.There is also a large foam box, in which there are bottles of herbal tea buried in ice balls.

Just thinking about it quenches your thirst.Meng Xiaoben swallowed, and walked over slowly.

"What do you want?" The stall owner was a middle-aged strong man with a stubbled face, so green and frightening.

I have to try it out, "controlling the ministers" can control the beautiful school belle and the old fat man.Can this strong man in front of him be controlled?

It is said that people, evil spirits, and ghosts are afraid, and this strong man has a vicious look on his face, so don't "do nothing" in front of him who "controls the officials".

Meng Xiaoben was a little guilty, hesitated for a few seconds, and then his eyes fell on a bottle of herbal tea.

"How much is a bottle of herbal tea?"

"Four yuan and five, it's iced." The strong man said in a low voice.

Meng Xiaoben pretended to touch his pocket, digging and digging. After digging for a long time, he spread his hands like a foreigner, shrugged, and sighed: "Where is the wallet? I'm in the dormitory, I have a fucking bad memory!"

While talking, I was thinking to myself: Uncle Zhuang, give me a bottle.

Just after thinking about it, the strong man reached out to pick up a bottle of herbal tea, the bottle opener pried it open, and with a sound like a fart, the lid of the herbal tea opened.

"Take it, drink it, just bring the money someday." The strong man stabbed the herbal tea in Meng Xiaoben's face.

Meng Xiaoben smiled, "Haha, I don't have a good memory, so I might not remember to give you money."

"What are you talking about? Isn't it just a bottle of water? Drink it."

Meng Xiaoben continued to walk forward while sipping the cold and sweet herbal tea.

The magical skill of "controlling the officials" seems to have been tried and tested.

That being the case, it's meaningless to make small troubles, so just make a big deal?
Meng Xiaoben's little heart was beating wildly again, because he had already walked to a collectibles shop, and there were many antiques in front of the door.

Three large blue and white porcelain vats, several scrolls of calligraphy and painting, ancient coins, ancient jade pieces, and two mahogany eight fairy chairs...

A thought rises from the heart and goes straight to the mind.The things here are not comparable to a bottle of drink and a deep-fried dough stick.

Meng Xiaoben couldn't help standing still, watching with great interest.

"Which one do you like? You can ask for a price." The girl sitting on the saddle suddenly raised her head, smiling like a spring breeze, straight to Meng Xiao herself.

She looks petite and cute, a girl with small bones and lots of flesh, a short skirt, and a gauze shirt...

This is the rhythm of looking for likes!The dress is very creative, even omitting the bra!

The girl's gaze hit Meng Xiao himself like an electric baton.

This thief girl, why are you looking at me, and looking at me so seriously?

Meng Xiaoben thought: sell antiques and sell meat?

Never mind him, let me appreciate it first.

He moved his eyes slowly from the antiques one by one, and finally landed on a snuff bottle.

The snuff bottle is small and exquisite, with beautiful patterns, and it is as cool as ancient jade in the hand.Lift the bottom of the pot and look at the sun. There are four small characters: Guangxu official kiln.

Meng Xiaoben has long been interested in antiques, but he just has no money to play.Of course he knew that although the Guangxu period was not very old, the porcelain work in official kilns was very expensive.

"How much? This."

"Thirty-eight thousand."

Meng Xiaoben shook his hand, bent down to put down the snuff bottle.

Paralysis, sky-high price.Don't drop it on the ground and break it, you won't be able to pay for it.

The pot was put down, but the footsteps were not willing to move.

Meng Xiaoben looked at the snuff bottle helplessly, feeling agitated in his heart: This one is too expensive, no way.Even if the "controlling ministers" ordered her to give it to me, she would regret it in a blink of an eye, and she would call the police before I left the street.

It's not the time, it's broad daylight, the streets are full of "Skynet" cameras, can I escape?

Mentally retarded things, we Meng Xiaoben can't do it, even if we want to do it, we have to find a "moon black killing night" to do it.

Meng Xiaoben glanced greedily, left reluctantly, turned around and walked forward, mocking himself while walking: "Give me—"

He originally wanted to say "I don't want it if I give it to me", but before he could say the last four words, he suddenly hiccupped: "Oh!"

This hiccup can cause disaster.

Because of this, "Give it to me and I don't want it" turned into "Give it to me!"

No hiccups in the morning, no hiccups in the evening, but hiccups happen at this critical moment.

Meng Xiaoben knew that it would cause a big disaster, so he swallowed the hiccup forcefully, squeezed it down and let it pass as a fart.

Burping is worse than farting, and being out of breath is worse than being out of breath.

So, what happened to Meng Xiaoben?

The girl stood up from the saddle, grabbed the Guangxu official kiln snuff bottle, and rushed to Meng Xiaoben in two steps.

What a nimble skill!
Meng Xiaoben can tell at a glance that the opponent has extremely strong martial arts, because Meng Xiaoben is an expert in martial arts, of course he can tell the strength of the opponent.Before the first year of high school, Meng Xiaoben had studied Hunyuan Soul Absorbing Palm with Master Daoxu, a 500-year-old hermit in Qiyun Mountain for ten years.

Meng Xiaoben concluded that the girl's leapfrog is absolutely amazing!
Meng Xiaoben had just finished admiring, and immediately began to feel dizzy: This girl jumped up and couldn't hold her feet, and she stood within a short distance from him, almost zero distance from him!
Meng Xiaoben, calculate it: as long as he takes a deep breath and moves forward, he can touch her!

But he didn't push forward, because the girl had already stuffed the snuff bottle into his pocket!
"Take it, play with it if you like!" the girl said shyly with a blushing face.

Meng Xiaoben was dumbfounded: Are you kidding about hell? !Tens of thousands of yuan, you let me play with it?

You dare to give it to me, but do I dare to accept it!

Meng Xiaoben reached into his pocket and grabbed the snuff bottle.

Just as he was about to take it out, he shouted loudly from behind: "Boy, you're courting death!"

Turning around, a middle-aged aunt, as fat as a pig, with a face like a thunderbolt, holding a kitchen knife in her hand, with sharp eyes, rushed out of the shop.

bad dish!Misunderstood!

Meng Xiaoben yelled "Not good", took out the snuff bottle, and put it directly on the girl's soft valley, "Hurry up and catch it!"

The girl subconsciously reached out to hold the snuff bottle.

This process only takes a second or two.

The aunt's kitchen knife has already "fluttered" down from behind with the wind.

Who is Meng Xiaoben?How can this little life be over?

He heard the wind in the back of his head, and knew that the blade was approaching, and he couldn't dodge it, so he shrank, like a "water turtle catching fish", and fell to the ground.

The aunt's kitchen knife was empty, and Meng Xiaoben took the opportunity to do a "lizard tail", landed on all fours, crawled a few steps quickly, avoided the range of the aunt's blade, stood up, and ran away.

Where is the aunt willing to let it go, she danced her knife forward and shouted: "Catch the thief! Catch the thief!"

Pedestrians and vendors all over the street looked at Meng Xiaoben.

(End of this chapter)