When he had almost finished eating, Mr. Jiang called in.

Everyone suddenly became quiet. President Jiang stood up and raised his chin at them: "You guys are chatting, don't worry about me."

After he got into the private room, everyone's voices suddenly rose.

"Jiang Kuo, your father is very awesome." Liu Pang said.

"Is it satisfying to listen to people brag?" Jiang Kuo said.

"That's not bragging," Ding Zhe said. "If Lu Haobo said this, it's bragging. How big is your family's industry? Can it be called bragging?"

"You are still naive..." Before Jiang Kuo finished speaking, President Jiang pushed the door and came in again.

"Sorry, everyone," said Mr. Jiang, "I have a very important person to see... My driver has come."

"Mr. Jiang, please go and go." Several people stood up.

"I'm really sorry, I've had a very pleasant chat. I haven't had enough talk yet." Mr. Jiang smiled apologetically, "You guys continue! Xiao Ding, do you want to touch the car?"

"Ah!" Ding Zhe immediately responded, "Aren't you in a hurry?"

"How long can I hurry up? I rushed over in a hurry, and I will be ruined when I waited for a few red lights." Mr. Jiang said.

Ding Zhe was really familiar with everyone, so he followed Mr. Jiang happily.

Jiang Kuo also followed the private room, and President Jiang turned to the side: "Don't follow, go back and eat."

"Do you really have a child?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"Nothing important," Mr. Jiang smiled and whispered, "I'm here, afraid you're not happy with your chat. Anyway, I'm full, and Uncle Liu's parking lot, so I won't let him wait."

"Don't check the bill," Jiang Kuo said, "This was requested by Ding Zhe."

"I understand," said Mr. Jiang, "you can find an opportunity to return it."

"Yes." Jiang Kuo responded.

"Three thousand five," Mr. Jiang patted his shoulder, "You only have three thousand five per month now. Don't forget, son, pay attention to consumption if you treat a meal, don't invite them all in one go."

"...I understand." Jiang Kuo sighed.

When he returned to the private room, Dong Kun was watching with a bottle of wine. Seeing him coming in, Dong Kun shook the bottle: "Your father is very nice, my son's classmate still has such good wine."

"He doesn't have bad wine, either." Jiang Kuo sat on the chair, leaned back, raised his head, stretched his legs and let out a breath of force.

"Your dad is pretty good, no airs at all," said Sun Ji, "Why don't you feel like you don't talk to him much?"

"I had a fight with him for more than a month before I came to school. He locked the car and he broke all the entertainment. I didn't want me to come to this school anyway," Jiang Kuo sighed. "My mother was helping him. I finally found an opportunity to come."

"Damn, I said why do you don't have any luggage?" Liu Pang was stunned. "Your dad looks very gentle. Can he do such a tough guy?"

"He said angrily when he broke my legs," Jiang Kuo said, "and still smiled."

"Then... Ding Zhe will not be in danger, right?" Dong Kun said.

"What's the point of being able to touch the car and break a leg with a smile," said Sun Ji.

A group of people suddenly burst into laughter.

"This time your dad comes here," Duan Feifan leaned closer and asked in a low voice, "Are you here to speak?"

"No," said Jiang Kuo, "but I don't give in, he just changed direction, old fox."

Duan Feifan laughed: "Is that right? After all, it's normal for the old fox to start from scratch."

"You believe it, right? Starting from scratch," said Jiang Kuo.

"Isn't it?" Duan Feifan looked at him.

"My grandfather is the one who can build a business, but he is not as good as he is now," Jiang Kuo whispered, "he has entrepreneurial funds."

Duan Feifan was stunned for a while: "Where are you making up for the trouble?"

"He doesn't chat much at the dinner table. Today, this group of people is really... a master," said Jiang Kuo. "I asked after asking, and I made up a mistake to deceive the child."

"It's really good, it's amazing," Duan Feifan said, "I really believe it."

"You are not weak either." Jiang Kuo said, "that one was made up for me."

"But I saw through it," Duan Feifan laughed a few times, "After all, he is your real father, and he knows you very well."

"Are you not?" Jiang Kuo glanced at his wine glass, "Don't fall asleep again if you don't have a dormitory in a while."

"No," Duan Feifan said, "Anyway, they will go to 107 to fool around later... are you here?"

"Do you play cards?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"Yes." Duan Feifan nodded.

"I'm afraid you won't lose enough." Jiang Kuo said, "I can wrap your hot pot this month after playing for one night."

"Did you hear it?" Duan Feifan slapped the table, "Jiang Kuo will win a month's hot pot from us tonight."

"Hey!" Dong Kun rubbed his hands and rolled his sleeves, "Isn't a small tone?"

Jiang Kuo smiled and took a sip of tea.

"I still have a lot of living expenses left this month, so I won't sleep tonight!" Sun Ji said, "Anyway, I'm on holiday."

With the living expenses, Jiang Kuo's depression surged into his heart.

"I want to ask a question," he raised his hand, "How much does your living expenses?"

"Hmm?" Duan Feifan turned to look at him, "What, is this going to win by the total number?"

"No," Jiang Kuo drank the remaining sip of wine in the cup, "I just asked for it purely."

"Do you want to feel the hardships of an ordinary male college student?" Dong Kun laughed, "We are okay, they are all two thousand."

"How many?" Jiang Kuo was stunned.

"Two thousand." Liu Pang raised his two fingers, "Two thousand is enough to have a meal and refuse to recognize his relatives."

"Enough?" Jiang Kuo quickly calculated that the average daily price was less than 70 yuan.

"Our consumption level is here. It's enough, and there are still people who don't count," said Sun Ji. "If it's not enough, just work to make up for it."

"...Working? What kind of job?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"There are many more capable people," said Dong Kun. "You are a freshman in this class, and you will be asking about the jobs in a good school."

"Ah." Jiang Kuo looked at them.

"Your dad is here to tell you about living expenses, right?" Duan Feifan looked at him, "How much do you have living expenses?"

"Did you go before? I don't know," said Jiang Kuo, "just just swipe the card."

"Damn!" The group of people shouted at the same time.

"But now it's..." Jiang Kuo was hesitant. Two thousand is enough for everyone. His 3,000-5 seems to be worthy of any comfort and cannot get the advice of "how to use 3,000-5 to make a reasonable pass for a month."

"How many?" Duan Feifan chased after him.

"Three thousand five." Jiang Kuo said.

"Fuck." Duan Feifan sighed sincerely.

"Do you think we can't finish the flowers and want us to give us some advice?" Liu Pang asked.

Jiang Kuo opened his mouth and didn't say anything, and finally waved his hand.

Everyone immediately began to discuss how much you should save in 3,000 yuan a month and what is the specific cost.

"Have you confiscated your card?" Duan Feifan asked.

"That's not, but President Jiang made a bet with his wife, just whether I will have the money in the card," said Jiang Kuo. "I feel that they are working together to set up a trap for me, but..."

"But you actually want to give it a try," Duan Feifan said.

"Well," Jiang Kuo nodded, "What if it can be done?"

"...What's the one in a thousand?" Duan Feifan was helpless, "Does this need to be considered? This is absolutely fine. The only thing is where you go to the 1,000-5 sleeping lounge chair."

"Is the sleeping lounge chair a thousand five is my problem?" Jiang Kuo looked at him.

"It's my problem." Duan Feifan said sincerely, "The recliner will be open to you for free in the future."

"You will follow us in the future," said Dong Kun. "Food, clothing, housing and transportation, according to our standards, you can save a gift for Mr. Jiang's wife at the end of the year."

With thoughts on what Sanqianwu can do, Jiang Kuo finished the meal and felt a vague excitement when he walked into the private room, as if he was going to take on some amazing survival challenge.

Ding Zhe had settled the bill and was waiting for them in the parking lot. After touching Mr. Jiang's Babos, he went to the next door to buy a bag of food and drink, and prepared to play cards at night.

"I just went through the back door of the supermarket and wanted to see if the front road was repaired," Ding Zhe pointed to the back of a row of small restaurants, "Guess who I'm looking at?"

"My dad?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"...How much have you drunk?" Ding Zhe asked.

"Who?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"Ma Xiao in your dormitory." Ding Zhe said, "I cleaned up the garbage and cleaned it after the duck feet cooked in that house."

"See," said Dong Kun, "what do you think you're working? This is a kind of work."
To be continued...