Haven't paid yet?
This damn poor guy, he couldn't be trying to escape on purpose, right?
"Poor bastard, you must make him return this money to me later.”
Liu Hong knew that she couldn't escape now, and she just wanted to catch up to Jiang Feng as soon as possible.
The pungent smell of coffee on her body stimulated her nerves at all times.
She could only follow the waiter to the front desk and hand over the payment code of her phone.
The receptionist glanced at it with a subtle expression.
"I'm sorry, Miss. Your balance doesn't seem to be enough..."
"Not enough?" Liu Hong's expression changed slightly. How was this possible? It was just two cups of coffee. How much did it cost?”
"It's a total of 347 yuan. This is the bill. Please take a look.”
Liu Hong took it and saw that Jiang Feng had ordered many of her favorite snacks as well.
It was probably because it was graduation season and he wanted to celebrate.
Poor bastard! If she had known earlier, she would have asked him to pay the bill in advance!
At this moment, the waiter at the side looked at her with disdain.
The waiter had heard the conversation between Liu Hong and Jiang Feng clearly.
How could a person who couldn't even afford 300 yuan be so arrogant just now?
And you're at a different level? May I ask what level you're at?
Liu Hong's mouth twitched." I'm sorry. I need to make a call."
...........
At this moment, Jiang Feng was strolling on the streets, his heart filled with melancholy.
"I'm back to being a single aristocrat after a long time…"
Jiang Feng let out a long sigh. It was impossible to say that he didn't feel anything at all.
After all, they had been together for three years.
However, if Jiang Feng was asked if he would be reluctant, he would only say,"
That woman was not worthy!
"I'm really blind. It's been three years and I've spent so much money on that woman. Only today did I see through her true colors.”
He picked up his phone, opened Zhibao, and clicked on the page of Flower Blossom.
There were only two digits left in the quota, and the first digit was still 1.
Looking at this number, Jiang Feng couldn't help but laugh bitterly.
The money was basically used to buy things for Liu Hong.
But now, he could only repay it himself.
Jiang Feng looked at the repayment date.
Today was the last day of repayment.
With his own money, it was impossible to pay it all back.
He had no choice but to choose the lowest repayment amount.
Even so, it still made Jiang Feng's heart ache.
Just as he was about to click on the repayment button.
Another page suddenly popped up on his phone. Jiang Feng was stunned and stopped what he was doing.
"What is this? Since when did Zhibao software have this function?”
Because of Liu Hong, Jiang Feng had to spend money every month.
But there had never been such a pop-up window before.
However, with a curious attitude, Jiang Feng didn't think too much about it and clicked on it.
"Special offer today: Eastern Jiujiang Mansion Number One. Price: 1 point."
[Current Points: 0]
Jiang Feng was stunned when he saw this page.
"What is this? I've spent so many times, but why haven't I seen this function before?”
However, Jiang Feng didn't think too much about it. After all, it didn't matter what the villa's one point was.
Anyway, he couldn't afford it now.
I should return the flowers first.
Otherwise, if it was late, his credit points would be deducted.
Ding!
After the repayment was completed, he immediately received a text message on his phone.
The balance in the card shrank.
The corner of Jiang Feng's eyes twitched, and his face was filled with pain.
As the saying went, spending was a moment of pleasure. Repayment to the crematorium was just like that.
At this moment, a window popped up on his phone.
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for using the Flower of the Day. You have received one point.”
Then, the phone page automatically jumped back to the strange page from before.
What was different from before was that his points had become one.
When he saw this, Jiang Feng couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"Can I afford a villa now?”
"Damn it, is my phone infected with a virus? This treasure's current network protection work was too lax.”
What kind of joke was that? Eastern Jiujiang Mansion Number One? That was too ridiculous.
Although Jiang Feng didn't know much about the villa area, he knew that the villa area was a little strange.
It was impossible to think of a number that was not in the tens of millions, right?
Not to mention Eastern Jiujiang Number One. Jiang Feng vaguely remembered a sentence that he had heard from his friend before.
If a typical villa was a symbol of the rich, then this villa in the eastern suburbs.
He was the richest of the richest!
As for why he said that, Jiang Feng wasn't too sure.
It seemed that there were some prerequisites to buy a villa there.
As for Jiang Feng, a graduate from a family that wasn't even considered well-off.
All of a sudden, he had somehow gotten involved with a villa that was worth tens of millions or even hundreds of millions.
If this phone wasn't poisoned, then what was it?
Jiang Feng couldn't help but laugh bitterly.
"But…How good would it be if this thing was real?”
Jiang Feng didn't dare to order this thing because there were many examples of this kind of fraud.
Once you enter, all the money in the card will be stolen.
Although there wasn't much money in the card, once it was stolen…
He would have to run off to the northwest for the rest of the month.
The most important thing was that his credibility was too low.
Jiang Feng let out a long sigh. At this moment, he suddenly noticed something at the bottom of the page.
Today's news.
He clicked on it and saw it.
" December 7th, Rivertown's biggest harvest in a hundred years! In Jiang City, at an antique stall near the apartment on Hongguan Road, an old man surnamed Hu bought a vase because of his affinity with it.
After that, it was appraised by Chen Guoshi, an expert from the National Museum. This vase turned out to be the legendary Qianlong Wheel Heart Vase! It was bought by the National Museum for a billion yuan!”
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