But soon.

The young man reacted, smiled contemptuously, and said sarcastically: "Ha, did you really transfer money to me? Have you transferred forty or four yuan?"

While talking.

The young man took out his cell phone and opened the text message to take a look.

"Your last card number 7060 was 19:37 on July 15, ICBC's income (remitted by other banks) was 400,000 yuan, and the balance was 430,568 yuan. [ICBC]"

For a moment.

The young man's eyes suddenly stared at the scene.

Looking at the numbers on the text message, he thought he was dazzled, so he quickly rubbed his eyes, stared at the phone screen carefully and looked again, counting the zeros behind him.

This...it is indeed a six-digit transfer!

That is to say.

This kid really transferred 400,000 yuan to himself!

The young man was stunned.

Because if he was a boss driving a luxury car and transferred 400,000 yuan for him, he would not be surprised at all.

The key is that Zhang Xiaobei is wearing street stalls and not even a bicycle, and his whole body is filled with a poor atmosphere.

How could such a person give out 400,000?

The young man took several deep breaths of air conditioning to calm himself down. Then he stared at Zhang Xiaobei and asked suspiciously: "Boy, can this money be the stolen money you stolen from where you stole? Do you want to harm me?"

Zhang Xiaobei shook his head and smiled playfully, and said lightly: "Don't worry, the origin of this money is absolutely fine. If you don't believe it, you can call the police and check it directly!"

Hearing this.

The young man felt relieved, then gave Zhang Xiaobei a blank look, and said with a sneer: "I really can't tell. You guy is not good-looking, but you are so generous and generous. For the sake of money, I won't bother with your uncle and nephew today. Pay attention to me in the future!"

After saying that.

The young man planned to turn around and leave.

"Slow down!"

Zhang Xiaobei said lightly.

"What's wrong? What else is there? Tell me quickly if you have something, and let go if you have nothing to do!"

The young man glanced at Zhang Xiaobei and asked arrogantly.

"Your car matter has been resolved, so let's talk about my second uncle now!"

Zhang Xiaobei said with a playful look on his face.

"What's wrong with your second uncle?"

The young man was puzzled.

"Look at his wounds, and if I remember correctly, you slapped him just now. Is this always an explanation?"

Zhang Xiaobei looked at the young man with a smile and asked.

"Oh, let's wait for me here? OK, what do you plan to let me give you an explanation!"

The young man smiled coldly and asked with disdainful face.

"It's very simple. You just made a calculation with me, so now I'll make a calculation for you too!"

Zhang Xiaobei curled his mouth slightly, and first pointed to the completely scrapped bicycle that had been hit and said lightly: "First of all, this bicycle is passed down from our family. It was passed down to my second uncle by my grandfather. It will be passed down to me in the future. If you hit it like this, should you compensate me?"

"Tsk, I'm going to think what are you going to say, how much money can a broken bicycle be worth? You said, I'll pay!"

The young man curled his lips and said disdainfully.

"Ten thousand!"

Zhang Xiaobei said lightly.

"Ten thousand?"

The young man's eyes almost popped out: "How are you robbing money? Do you want 10,000 yuan for a broken bicycle? What's wrong, is your bicycle made of gold?"

"I have already said it very clearly. This bicycle was passed on to my second uncle by my grandfather and will be passed on to me in the future. I am also planning to pass it on to my next generation, so this is not just an ordinary bicycle, but a family heirloom that witnessed the inheritance and reproduction of our family. I ask you if you want 10,000 yuan, is it expensive?"

Zhang Xiaobei asked with a joke on his face.

"Cao, it's really a poor family. He actually used a broken bicycle as a family heirloom!"

The young man gave Zhang Xiaobei and Zhang Hongshun a look in anger, then gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I admit it, isn't it just 10,000 yuan? I'll give it to you now!"

Said.

The young man was preparing to transfer money to Zhang Xiaobei.

"Don't worry, I haven't finished it yet!"

Zhang Xiaobei waved his hand and said with a playful look on his face.

"What else? Don't give it to me endlessly!"

The young man glared at Zhang Xiaobei fiercely.

"We just talked about bicycles. Now it's time to talk about my second uncle's injury!"

Zhang Xiaobei's mouth curled slightly, then came to Zhang Hongshun's side, pointed to the wound on Zhang Hongshun's arm, and said, "Did these wounds be caused by a car crash with you?"

"So what? Isn't it just some skin trauma? Is it okay for me to pay him medical expenses? Is five hundred enough?"

The young man curled his lips and said disdainfully.

"Five hundred? Are you kidding me?"

Zhang Xiaobei gave the young man a blank look and said with a sneer: "Do you know what job my second uncle does? He is now working as a male model for a well-known painter!"

Zhang Hongshun was stunned, his forehead was covered with question marks.

When did you become a male model?

"Bah!"

The young man spat directly on the ground, pointed at Zhang Hongshun's nose, and said with contempt: "Just him, he is still a male model? Are you teasing me? I think he looks like a migrant worker!"

"That's right, now that great painter is preparing to paint a series of works about migrant workers. My second uncle happened to fit that image, so he was selected by the great painter!"

Zhang Xiaobei nodded and said with a smile.

"How can such a thing be done?"

The young man looked confused.

"Don't look down on people, okay? Do you know how much money my uncle can earn as a model for a day now? Starting from 15,000! Sometimes that painter will give him 20,000!"

Zhang Xiaobei's mouth curled slightly, then suddenly changed his tone and said with a sneer:

"But now, because of a car crash with you, his arm has been scratched on a large scale. Although the wound is not deep, this will seriously affect the artist's creative inspiration. So during this period, my uncle can't be a model for the painter, and he can only recuperate at home!"

"With his current injury, it is probably impossible to heal ten or half a month. At least one month, let's just count 15,000 yuan. In one month, my uncle will lose at least 450,000 yuan, so you have to pay for this money!"

"Why?"

The young man gave Zhang Xiaobei a blank look and said dissatisfiedly: "You really think I'm a sucker? I'm bragging and don't make drafts, and I'll get 15,000 yuan a day. Do I believe it? What painter is? Where is it? Tell me what his name is, and I'll go and see if it's true!"

"Sorry, this is a commercial secret, and the painter also said that he doesn't want to publicize it, and he doesn't want outsiders to know that you just need to pay money now!"
Chapter completed!