Chapter 347 Dream
Du Heng did not lie to Zhao Meir. By noon, the two of them had not finished half of their work.
The tribesmen had not had a good meal these past two days as they followed Zhang Nianzu in his campaigns. Now that the big thing was settled, they remembered they were hungry and their stomachs were growling.
Zhang Nianzu and Lei Tingting ordered takeout from several nearby stores. It wasn't long before the delivery guys brought in all kinds of delicious food . Everyone gathered in the living room and started a grand dinner.
After paying for the takeaway, Zhang Nianzu's bank card balance was only in the double digits. He couldn't help but curl his lips. Lei Tingting smiled and said, "Be careful not to be seen. A wealthy man would frown even when he invites people to eat boxed lunches."
Zhang Nianzu smiled bitterly and said, "I often heard people comment on truly wealthy people. Money is just a string of numbers to them. But when it came to me, I realized that it was really just a string of numbers. I didn't receive a dime!"
Lei Tingting smiled and said, "I will receive it. You won't despise me as a poor girl then, right?"
Zhang Nianzu looked said, "You are a little poor, but at least I like you, so let's just make do with it."
The two of them laughed and joked for a while, and Lei Tingting said, "I want to go to the hospital to see my dad and Uncle Bao."
"I can't go with you. Take care of the two old men."
In the living room, Zhao Meier and Du Heng did not talk about work during dinner time, but chatted about some international financial dynamics. They actually got along quite well. Wei Biao was eager to ask, "Miss, how much money have you collected now?"
Zhao Meir did not answer, but looked at Zhang Nianzu deeply.
Wei Biao said, "Is it inconvenient to tell me? Then just tell me, is the money in Liu Xinliang's name enough for me to open a supermarket?"
Liu Xinliang asked, "When did you want to open a supermarket again? Didn't you tell me before that you wanted to open a small shop?"
Wei Biao said, "You have to keep up with the times. Wouldn't it be embarrassing for your ancestors to open a small shop now?"
Yang Jie said: "What's so good about running a supermarket? It's so tedious."
Wei Biao said: "Small supermarkets are of course trivial. If I were to open one, I would open the kind with a row of gates and five or six cashiers. It looks so grand!"
Yang Jie said: "Then why don't you just open a bank and set up ten or so windows to collect money, it will be more impressive."
Wei Biao said, "Do you think I'm stupid? If you open a bank, there are people who deposit money and people who withdraw money. What if one day I only received 100,000 yuan and someone took out 110,000 yuan? Wouldn't I still lose 10,000 yuan?"
Yang Jie said: "Which bank deposits 100,000 yuan every day? You must be running a small shop."
Everyone laughed.
Zhao Qing asked Yang Jie: "What are your plans for the future?"
But when Yang Jie heard this, the smile on his face suddenly froze, and then his expression changed drastically.
Zhao Qing didn't know what taboo this sentence violated, so he asked carefully: "What's wrong with you?"
Yang Jie slapped his thigh and said, "You asked me a question that confused me. I just realized that I am the kind of person who doesn't have any dreams."
Zhao Qing asked, "Don't you love climbing mountains? Why don't you want to climb all the mountains in the world?"
"Only a fool would like to climb mountains!" Yang Jie said, "I climb mountains just to earn money to eat. Besides, I have to climb up and down Mount Everest dozens of times in a climbing season. Who would want to climb other mountains?" Indeed, most people climb mountains to challenge themselves and create miracles, but for the warriors of the strongman tribe, no matter how high the mountain is, it is just the difference between running five laps and ten laps around their neighborhood. When the body becomes strong enough, the spirit will be less reverent, which is also something that cannot be helped.
Wei Biao said: "If you really can't think of it, just put the money into my shares."
Yang Jie asked, "You are asked to open a small shop?"
Wei Biao said: "What I sell is dreams."
As everyone was talking and laughing, they felt something was missing. Then everyone's eyes were focused on Lao Guo. At this moment, he was squatting on the steps at the door, concentrating on eating a box lunch, his eyes were burning as he thought about something. Everyone suddenly realized: How could Lao Guo be missing from such an occasion? Yang Jie shouted, "Lao Guo, what are you going to do when you have money?"
Old Guo said without even turning his head: "Open a mental hospital and I'll be the director."
Everyone asked in unison: "And then?"
Lao Guo chuckled and said, "Then I abused my power and sought special treatment."
Xu Wei smiled and said, "Are you going to recruit a lot of pretty nurses?"
Lao Guo said disdainfully: "I can tell you've never been to a mental hospital. The nurses there are all big, burly men."
Yang Jie asked: "Then how are you going to abuse your power?"
Lao Guo said firmly: "Needless to say, I want to stay in the best ward."
Everyone looked at each other, then burst into laughter, and the villa was filled with a happy atmosphere.
Asa-Sen only had three nails left, two pinkies and the ring finger of his left hand. He was chewing a chicken leg with his fingers raised, and his posture was very pretty. But Asa-Sen said, "I think you should cut them all off. We men only keep those few nails for picking our noses."
Asassin said meaningfully: "I will cut them when I am sure I will not need them anymore."
