"Ten thousand twenty-one..."

As soon as Chen Yang stopped, he stopped.

After more than an hour of heavy rain, it still did not stop. The sky gradually became gray, and the sight could not exceed a hundred meters at a glance.

The name of "Big Eater Self-Budget Hotpot Restaurant" appeared on Chen Yang's eyes, as if he had woken up from his dream, and he slowly came to his senses.

Have you arrived?

He wanted to ask his right hand, but he called "Screw Chief" carefully, but he received no response.

Have you fallen asleep again?

Chen Yang breathed a sigh of relief. After being removed from the strict supervision, he was finally able to enjoy a little bit of the fun of being a human being. Although it seems that this kind of fun is not enough time to enjoy it every day, he cherishes it very much.

After walking for more than an hour, Chen Yang felt even more hungry. He hesitated for a moment and walked into the hot pot restaurant with an umbrella.

"Sir, how many of you?"

When a waitress in her twenties saw someone coming to her house, she immediately opened her inquiry.

"Well, my friend should be here first."

He glanced around and saw that there were already seven or eight tables of guests in the hall of the hot pot restaurant, so a lonely man by the window seemed extremely conspicuous.

That was Zhu Junchen who invited him to dinner this time.

At the age of twenty-five, wearing a pair of black-framed glasses, he is slightly fat, and is touching his cell phone and lowering his head to meditate.

Chen Yang walked over with an umbrella, "Old pig, are you here first?"

Zhu Junchen looked up and said, "Your sister, why are you here so late?"

"Something delayed."

Put the umbrella aside and Chen Yang sat down.

"Okay, I'll invite you to the hot pot buffet this time. If you have any favorites, go and get it."

There were already a lot of dishes on the table. Seeing that Chen Yang, the guest, finally arrived, Zhu Junchen poured several dishes into the hot pot in one breath.

"We haven't seen each other for a long time, right?"

"Well, it's been a few days." Chen Yang nodded slightly.

"What are you doing these days? Have you found a stable job?"

Zhu Junchen picked up the oil plate and handed it to Chen Yang.

"I was not satisfied with finding a few jobs, so I quit my job and went home."

Chen Yang took over the oil dish and said, "I opened a small noodle restaurant, so I can barely make a living."

"Hey, you opened a noodle restaurant?"

Zhu Junchen was surprised, "Boy is pretty good, he has the capital to open a noodle restaurant."

"We also need to see where we open it, just where I..."

Chen Yang shook his head.

"Hehe, it's actually good to open a noodle shop and be your own boss. At least it's much better than office workers like us. At least you don't have to be angry. You may not know how much pressure is in the current career competition..."

Zhu Junchen was so angry that he complained.

Chen Yang remained silent, and while echoing Zhu Junchen's words, he quickly picked vegetables from the pot. When Zhu Junchen realized that the crispy intestines and tripe in the pot had been eaten completely by Chen Yang.

"Good boy, you are so cunning, you don't leave any for me."

Zhu Junchen laughed and scolded a few times, then picked up the dish next to him and poured it into the pot.

He could still laugh a few times now, but after a while, he couldn't laugh.

Seeing Chen Yang eating voraciously, Zhu Junchen put down his chopsticks, "Old Chen, how long has it been since you had eaten?"

"What, what?"

Eating what was in the bowl and looking at the pot, Chen Yang didn't have much energy to pay attention to what Zhu Junchen said for a while.

"I said, Lao Chen, have you gone to the slums in Africa for a few times? Are you reincarnated by a starving ghost?"

The hotpot buffet is allowed to be taken away by the guests. It seems generous, but in fact, if you think carefully, the boss will not suffer any losses, because you can eat enough food that is 50 yuan wholesale price.

Many people come to the self-service hotpot restaurant with the idea of ​​making a comeback. Before entering the door, they are full of confidence. After half an hour of eating, their stomachs are full and they can't eat. They can only regret drinking too much. In fact, even if they don't drink, each person can only eat seven or eight dishes.

But suppose a person who has eaten twenty dishes and continues to eat without thinking, as if he is not eating twenty dishes, but two dishes. Then no one can ignore it.

Zhu Junchen is very grateful now. Fortunately, it is a self-service hot pot. If it is a hot pot restaurant, it is impossible to control the venue without Wu Baiyuan.

He felt glad that the lobby manager who happened to see this scene would not feel that way. His eyelids twitched and he cursed, "Okay, there's really a big eater today."

"Hey, the things in this hot pot restaurant taste really good."

After eating the 25th plate of dishes, Chen Yang took a sip of beer and praised him with his not-so-bulging belly. Well, this is a lie. Now, even if he picks up white rice, he can still eat seven or eight bowls of them without changing his face.

"Yes, then I'll invite you to have something else next time..."

Zhu Junchen was not confident enough to say this, and he felt a little weak.

"Okay, Lao Zhu, tell me what you are going to do this time."

Chen Yang put down his cup and looked at Zhu Junchen. As the saying goes, there is no free lunch in the world. He doesn't think that Zhu Junchen, who has not met for more than half a year, will suddenly invite him to dinner.

"Well, it's nothing, I just want to ask you to borrow some money."

Zhu Junchen hesitated a little.

"Borrow money?"

Chen Yang frowned and felt a bad feeling in his heart. If it was hundreds or thousands of yuan, there was no need to invite a meal to borrow this little money.

"How much do you want to borrow?"

"Not much, one hundred thousand."

Hundred thousand?

Chen Yang smiled bitterly in his heart. Not to mention that at this moment, only more than 4,000 left in his bank card was consumed by his right hand. Even without the consumption of his right hand, he could not afford 100,000.

Seeing Chen Yang suddenly stop talking, Zhu Junchen already understood a little, and took a sip of beer bitterly, "Hey, 100,000, 100,000, what a fucking fuck. Why do you have to buy a house when you get married now? If you don't buy a house, you won't marry you..."

"Are you getting married?"

Chen Yang frowned.

"Yes, the woman's family said she had to have a house before she agreed. She borrowed more than 1.5 million yuan from both sides, but she was still more than 500,000 yuan."

Chen Yang smiled bitterly: "I'm sorry, Lao Zhu, I'm really unable to make that much money when I encountered something recently."

"It's okay, I'm still missing more than 500,000. Even if you lend me 100,000, I don't know where to borrow the 400,000 gap."

Zhu Junchen looked indifferent.

"Actually, you can consider buying a house with a loan."

Chen Yang made a suggestion.

“Haha, buy a house with a loan….”

Zhu Junchen seemed to not want to talk in depth for some reason, and changed the topic: "By the way, I want to tell you something. The high school classmates will be held next Saturday. Will you go?"

High school class reunion?

Chen Yang recalled, uh, I'm sorry, he almost forgot the faces of most high school classmates, and he couldn't even remember many of his names.

"Why... I suddenly remembered the class reunion?"

Chen Yang said in confusion.

"So I said you, hey."

Zhu Junchen said helplessly: "High school classmates have almost entered society for two years. Now they are holding a class reunion. What do you think they want to do? Let's get to know each other and see if they can help each other. Apart from these, do you think they are really in touch with each other? How much is love worth?"

Chen Yang suddenly realized that after all, he had not really entered the social workplace, and he really didn't expect this for a while.

"Then I'd better not go there. Just like me, a pauper, no one will pay attention to it if I go there."

Chen Yang continued to eat heavily and refused to say.

"Hehe, I remember you had a crush on Lin Qingyue in high school? Why? You didn't dare to speak when you graduate. Now you don't want to see how the beauty has become?"

Zhu Junchen is not afraid of holding on.

Lin Qingyue, these three words came out of Zhu Junchen's mouth, and that shadow suddenly appeared in Chen Yang's mind.

"Time, place?"

Chen Yang put down the oil plate and simply asked.

"Hmph, I knew you couldn't help it."

Zhu Junchen said: "Next Saturday at 7 p.m., the location will be at Ziyun Hotel. I will contact you later."

Chen Yang couldn't tell what he felt. Six years have passed, and it would definitely be impossible to say that he still had the secret love for Lin Qingyue like he used to be. Human beings like forgetfulness the most, especially love stimulated by hormones. After a long time, the passion will dissipate.

It is impossible to like it, but after all, that woman was Chen Yang's first crush, and his complex emotions made him want to meet the other person.
Chapter completed!