frightfiction Chapter 415 The Correct Use of Red Envelopes
Chapter 415 The Correct Use of Red Envelopes
Zhang Lang did not make things difficult for Wei Jixiang.
It's just a part-time job to take money and release people. There's no need to cause death.
Divide the money.
Zhang Zhiheng didn't want it at first, but then he thought, it would be a waste if he didn't want Hongtai's money, and it would be useless if he accepted it, so only a fool would not want it.
What Chen Mei cares about most is his son, so he was very happy to receive the money.
The little Jew originally wanted to treat Zhang Lang to a meal.
She had been working on her thoughts for a whole day, but she didn't expect that Zhang Lang would just dump her at night.
I felt a little unhappy, but at the same time I saved some money and was very happy.
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In a large box.
Song Zijie and Curry looked at Zhang Lang who put on his glasses again and fell into deep thought.
Both of them are the type who are meticulous. They suspected that the people who sold the cakes this afternoon were the three people in front of them, so they paid them readily.
As for Feng Baobao, she is simply the type of person who is stupid and has a lot of money.
Not to mention.
"We agreed to have hotpot tonight, but I thought some people might not be able to eat spicy food, so I decided to have some Shanghai food. Is that okay with you?"
Chili, who likes to talk too much, didn't say anything at this time, because he couldn't eat spicy food, even though it was called Chili.
Look at the people in front of you, having a meal together. Although everyone is not familiar with each other, the atmosphere will heat up quickly after the meal.
Zhang Zhiheng was very happy and asked, "Drinking B wine?"
Zhang Lang laughed and cursed: "That's called beer, not B wine. Fuck."
“Hahahaha, just carry it on your back.”
"That's nothing wrong, hahaha."
I ate and drank as I should, and earned more than 10 million in the afternoon.
It's not like the north, where people do nothing but study drinking culture all day long.
Without saying anything to anyone else, Curry and Zhang Lang quietly recalled their childhood memories while eating.
Li Xin'er and Curry are in frequent contact.
Although it is impossible for the two of them to return to the relationship they had as childhood friends, Zhang Lang is still willing to help Curry once, but only once.
Just ask yourself, if your friend really becomes rich, will he help you once?
It's human nature to reminisce about the past when drunk. You may have done the same thing.
Just laugh it off.
Zhang Zhiheng rushed downstairs to pay the bill. He also made a lot of money in the afternoon. How could he not show his appreciation at this time?
Being stupid doesn't mean you're really dumb.
How many people can really do this? When the leader picks up the food, I turn the table.
The leader opened the door and I got in.
I don't drink when my leader toasts me.
The leader walks and I take the car.
The leader is not drunk yet, so I’ll drink first.
I touched my boss’s mistress.
I brake when my leader drinks water.
The leader took the microphone and I changed the song.
I chat while the leader is speaking.
I talked nonsense about my leader's private affairs.
If you can do one or two of these, and if your father is not the chairman of the company, you can voluntarily resign.
Unemployment is beckoning, brother.
Didn't make it past the second episode.
After dinner.
Zhang Lang gave everyone a red envelope.
"One for each person."
La Jiao shouted "Thank you, thank you." After taking it, he opened it and found that it was empty.
"It seems like we don't have any money." Chili whispered to Curry who was drunk.
Curry scratched his nose and said, "He asked you to give him some money. He used to do this when he was a kid. He said this is the correct way to open a red envelope."
Zhang Lang: They are still young. Why don’t you give me all the money and let me earn it on my own?
"It doesn't matter if you pack more or less, but you have to report it to me."
Zhang Zhiheng: "Boss, there are so many people, how do you know who gave and who didn't?"
"That's the mistake. I may not know who gave it to me, but I definitely know who didn't show any interest in me."
Zhang Lang grinned, turned around and left.
Zhang Zhiheng held the red envelope given to him and found it was bulging.
This. . . .
Zhang Lang, who originally wanted to drive Tianrandai directly home, sent a text message to Ruan Mei on a whim the moment he took out the car keys.
Zhang Lang: Did I leave my car keys at your house?
Ruan Mei originally wanted to reply immediately: I didn’t see it, do you want to come up and take a look?
Then I deleted it and re-edited it: Yes, your cigarettes are still at my house.
Young people, you must know how to give yourself a way out.
Zhang Lang gave Tianrandai a look.
The innocent girl pouted her lower lip and pretended to be pitiful.
She just didn't want to drive herself home.