76: C76 I Have Plenty of Money

C76 I Have Plenty of Money

Yang Xuan's heart trembled. He wished he could grab the phone and answer it himself.

However, he suppressed his emotions and said, "Answer it, but don't say that I'm with you."

Da Yong nodded and pressed the speaker. Before he could speak, Su Nan's voice came from the other end of the phone. "Da Yong, have you found Yang Xuan's whereabouts?"

Da Yong looked up at Yang Xuan and said, "Miss Su, not yet. I am also helping you to find out. If there is any news about him, I will contact you in time."

The other end of the phone paused for a moment. "Thank you, Da Yong. If there is any news about him, you must tell me immediately."

"Okay, then let's do it this way. Don't worry. If we find Little Six, I will tell you immediately."

After hanging up the phone, Da Yong smiled at Yang Xuan. "Why don't you let me tell her about you?"

Yang Xuan also smiled faintly. "We are already divorced, so it's better not to involve too much."

When he said this, Yang Xuan looked relaxed on the surface, but his heart felt like it was being twisted by a knife.

Although it had only been two days since they last met, and they had not contacted each other, to Yang Xuan, it was as if a long, long time had passed.

When he heard Su Nan's voice just now, he felt his nose ache and his heart fell heavily, as if he had lost weight.

Only he himself knew how many times he had endured it, grabbed the phone, and told Su Nan how much he missed her...

"Little Six, damn, Little Six, it really is you brat. Hahaha!"

At this moment, a hearty laugh suddenly came from the side. A few familiar figures were laughing and running towards them.

"Damn! Lao Hei, Dou Ya, King Kong, Qin Feng and Bo Zai! I missed you so much!"

Yang Xuan was extremely excited when he saw these people. He shouted out these familiar names and stood up to greet them.

"F * ck! Stop! Don't fucking touch me! It will affect my hairstyle!"

Just as Yang Xuan ran in front of him, someone suddenly made an exaggerated gesture to stop him.

The person who spoke was called Qin Feng. He was fair and clean, had a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes, and wore a white shirt. He was tall and slender, and looked like a young and handsome man.

Among the few of them, he was the one with the "best" status. With his super beautiful appearance, he had made the daughter of the project manager fall in love with him. In the end, he managed to fish up a warehouse manager, who felt that he was bad. He ate watermelons and hugged a beauty every day. The others were envious.

However, this person had a special characteristic. He especially liked to attract bees and butterflies, and he was hungry and did not care about food. From young girls to beautiful women in their forties, all of them could not escape this guy's evil clutches.

"F * ck you, I haven't seen you for a year, and you're still so damn beautiful. Get lost, you have a bit of show-off air on you. Last night, you went to play with some old rich woman again, right?"

Yang Xuan glared at this guy in a bad mood, and then a skinny one. The man who looked like Dou Ya was like a monkey. He stuck to Yang Xuan like an octopus. "Little Six, I missed you so much!"

"F * ck, f * ck, f * ck, f * ck! Little Dou Ya, get the f * ck out of here! F * ck, f * ck, f * ck, f * ck, f * ck, f * ck, f * ck, f * ck, f * ck!"

After that, he greeted the others one by one.

Lao Hei was just like his name suggested. Although he was only in his twenties, some people would believe him even if he said he was forty years old. His skin was dark, and his eyelids were always drooping. He always looked lazy, like a big smoker.

King Kong was a 1.85 meters tall big guy. The lumps on his body were bulging. A person at the construction site could do the work of three people, just like an iron tower.

Bo Zai, a big fat guy whose body was almost round, smiled when he saw everyone. When he smiled, his two eyes were narrowed into a line, and he looked very funny.

In the past, when his brothers and sisters in a shed met, they were very friendly.

The few of them played with the skewers, drank beer, and casually boasted about all kinds of "vulgar" awesome things.

Occasionally, there were some well-dressed men and women passing by. When they saw this scene, they could not help but frown and quicken their pace.1

In their eyes, this group of people were extremely vulgar. They were wearing the cheapest clothes, making loud noises in shabby and dirty places. Their faces were red, and their necks were thick. They were definitely the lowest-level country bumpkins in society.

Yang Xuan drank, fiddled, and boasted without restraint with his brothers. When he was in high spirits, he would even dance and dance for a while.

He wore a suit that cost millions. He had drunk a bottle of wine that cost millions. The room was filled with gems, and even the dining table was made of pure gold. He treated it like his own kitchen.

Rolls Royce Maybach, covered in dust, did not even bother to wash it. He directly gave it to others. He bought three private planes at a time, sat one himself, and played with two at the side.

In short, he had enjoyed the most extreme wealth and glory in the world, but all the happiness added up was not even one-tenth of the total happiness in this big stall.

A few poor brothers drank a few more glasses together, so the topic naturally had to be about looking forward to the future.

Little Dou Ya pulled open his collar, revealing his small, bony chest. Forthright said, "In the future, if brother is rich, then let's go online and definitely sit in the VIP room. Each of them had two bowls of instant noodles, three sausages, and a soy egg. One bottle of Coke... No, Pulseguard. I'll have enough fun at once! "

"Cheh!"

Everyone gave him a thumbs up. They all said that poverty limited one's imagination. It seemed like these words were not false at all.

Little Dou Ya's understanding of luxury was limited to going to the internet cafe and buying overnight, plus three ham sausages and soy eggs.

"Little Six, what about you? If you have money in the future, what do you want to do?"

Qin Feng put an arm on Yang Xuan's shoulder.

Yang Xuan was happy tonight. He drank a few more glasses and his face was red. He said with a thick neck, "Money? To tell you the truth, I have money!"

"You must be happy. In 1982, Lefay let you drink in boxes. Let's buy dozens of sports cars at once and drive on the road. They were lined up in two rows, one in a row, and the other in a row, in a row, 'N'. The first row in a row would be 'B', which would add up to 'NB'. It means' bullshitting '..."

"Brother, Sixth Brother, can I call you brother?!"

Qin Feng hurriedly took it. He stuffed a plate of peanuts over. "Eat a few more peanuts and boast a little more."

"Go, go, go, I'm telling the truth..."

Yang Xuan waved his arm.

"Da Yong, what are you looking at?"

At this moment, everyone suddenly realized that Da Yong was holding his chin with both hands, quietly looking at the opposite side of the river.

"I will never ask for anything in my life, as long as I can have my own nest." Da Yong murmured.

Everyone followed his gaze and saw the residential building on the other side of the river. All of them suddenly became silent.

Among them, besides Yang Xuan, the one who was doing the best was just a small warehouse keeper.

He had no family background and was alone. He worked the hardest, paid the least, and lived the lowest life.

According to their income, it was a pipe dream to buy a house in the city.

However, as the bottom of society, they also had the right to yearn for a good life. For example, they could have a house that belonged to them in the city.

However, to them, it was like a glowing spot on the surface of the river. It was just an empty yearning.

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