Chapter 25

Ye Xingchen left with full apology for the high-speed railway.

She was followed by the fine weather.

When the high-speed railway just woke up, it was still sunny, but now it is raining. It seems that God was also moved by Ye Xingchen's sincere apology, and could not help doing something.

Before he left, ye Xingchen specially took out 100 yuan from the "happiness fund" and gave it to the high-speed railway for him to go out to buy cigarettes and drink with his younger sister -

this happiness fund was set up only when they had dinner, and its full name was "high-speed railway and ye Xingchen happiness foundation for tomorrow".

The funds in the foundation are injected by two people together. It is initially set that they should inject at least 17000 yuan into the fund pool every month.

The purpose of the foundation is for those of them who have urgent business to spend money.

Ye Xingchen is the president of the happiness fund and a member of the high speed railway.

Since blind girl is the president, she certainly controls the financial power of the foundation.

When the high-speed railway costs money, it must apply to her, and ye Xingchen can only lend money with her consent.

If she doesn't agree, and the high-speed railway has to be used, they will decide whether to lend money in a democratic way - scissors and burden hammer.

When the President uses the money, he does not need to ask the consent of the members.

Of course, the high-speed railway is not willing to. It's unfair to say so.

However, ye Xingchen said that she guaranteed that all the money she spent would be used to build a happy future for both of them, or to improve the quality of life of her family. She would never embezzle or misappropriate the money just because the president had the financial power.

What else does the high-speed railway have to argue about? Ye Xingchen opens his mouth and asks him, can he manage money?

High speed rail shut up right now.

He only spends money when he has such a big life. He never understands what financial management is.

Last night, the high-speed railway contributed more than 9000 yuan, which was the first batch of money injected into the happiness fund pool.

This 100 yuan is the first time that the foundation has made a loan to the outside world.

In fact, he is very clear that the Foundation founded by Ye Xingchen is nothing more than trying to reduce his pocket money.

Originally, ye Xingchen had to give the high-speed railway 20000 yuan a month, but now it is stipulated that he should invest at least 17000 yuan in the foundation every month, so he has to tell him that in the future, his monthly allowance will only be 3000 yuan.

By doing so, she is doubting the profitability of high-speed rail.

There is no doubt that the foundation is a game played by children.

If the high-speed railway is a child growing up in a normal family, it doesn't care to play this game at all.

But he is not - Ye Xingchen is also dead to seize, he is extremely lack of family warmth weakness, determined that he likes to play, will do as a matter of fact.

That's true.

"Oh, why are you here? It's going to be nine o'clock soon, and the relatives and friends in mourning will appear soon. "

As soon as the high-speed railway got off the train, boss Chen, the employer, slapped and killed him. He grabbed his arm and was worried.

"Five minutes to go. It's nine o'clock."

Boss Chen didn't care what the high-speed railway said, and dragged him to the Lingtang.

Lingtang is one kilometer away from the village. It stands alone on the hillside. It looks very lonely and sad in the rain.

Mr. Chen's family has moved to the city for a long time, and their popularity in the village is not good. Few villagers come to help.

It doesn't matter. Anyway, he has company employees and arranges the funeral hall according to his will.

"Come on, lie down quickly. Remember, don't show up later. "

When the high-speed railway puts on a brand-new shroud, someone appears on the way to Lingtang. Lao Chen immediately urges him to lie on the coffin.

The high-speed railway raised its legs and put out its right hand: "where's the money?"

"I'll give it to you when it's done."

"No way."

The high-speed railway flatly refused: "after it's over, you must go to see off the guests and get busy. At that time, I'll wear this shroud to ask you for money. How can I hurt my self-esteem? "

"Cao, a big boss like me, will be short of your little money?"

Old Chen scolded, but took out a large envelope from the box with paper money beside him.

A big boss like Lao Chen likes cash transactions best.

High speed rail, too.

The heavy 90000 yuan and the fullness in his arms fascinated him.

According to the local funeral custom, when Chen Shao lies dead on the coffin to accept the condolence of his relatives and friends, he should cover his face with a yellow watch paper.

This also avoids the trouble that high-speed railway has to make up for Chen Shao.

"Well, the money is clean and pleasant. But never tell a blind girl. Otherwise, she has to try to blackmail me. How fake and real was her performance this morning? "

When the high-speed railway was lying on the coffin, there was nothing to do with it. When it happened to analyze Ye Xingchen carefully, it heard Lao Chen's cold hum at the gate of the Lingtang: "hum, what time is it? Are you coming? Although Chen Xi has left, you are still his daughter-in-law, a member of the Chen family. Of course, I still said, "if you don't want to come to Chen's house, return the million yuan betrothal gift."After hearing about the high-speed railway, I realized that Chen Shao, who can't even take care of himself, has a fiancee.

There is no doubt that Chen Shao's fiancee's family must have been greedy for Chen's betrothal gifts, which pushed her daughter into the fire.

One million, of course, high-speed rail will not see in the eye, but for the vast majority of rural people, it is a huge sum of money that can not be earned in a lifetime.

The high-speed railway didn't hear Chen Shao's fiancee speak, but heard a man say with flattery: "in laws, although Chen Xi is not here, we won't retire. As you said, from the day we received your betrothal gift, she is a member of your Chen family. "

In a daze, the high-speed railway secretly scolded: "wocao, Chen shaodu is dead. Is his fiancee still from the Chen family? Do you want her to live a lifetime with an urn? Who is this girl? What a pity. She's such a father. "

After hearing this, Lao Chen had a smile on his cold face.

His eyes swept over the girl who was standing at the gate of the hall, and then he quickly walked to the distance: "Jiang Youcai, come here, I have something to say to you."

The high-speed railway tried its best to slide the bead to the corner of its eye, only to see the entrance of Lingtang.

A girl in white clothes and white cloth on her head was standing at the door.

Because she is low head, hands ten fingers to stir the corner of clothes, high-speed rail can not see her face.

However, the high-speed railway can feel a little familiar from her thin figure.

"Come on, kneel down on the futon over there. The guests are coming. I said, you don't have to suffer a face, OK? I don't know how many girls want to marry into the Chen family. Don't be stubborn with me. If your parents die early, I will be responsible for your lifelong happiness. "

Jiang Youcai scolded the girl a few words in a low voice, and then quickly chased Lao Chen.

Click.

High speed railway heard the sound of tears.

He understood, too.

Chen Shao's fiancee's parents died early and was brought up by her uncle.

But her uncle is too rubbish, for a million betrothal gifts, Leng is to sell her to the Chen family.

After Chen Shao's death, he followed old Chen's words, and even carried out her parents, pretending to be responsible for the girl's happiness.

"Especially, as the embodiment of justice, do you want to intervene in this matter and rescue the girl from the fire pit?"

When the high-speed railway thinks like this, it can be seen from the corner of its eye that the pretty white shadow slowly walks to the futon on on the side of the coffin and kneels on it.

When she knelt down, her shoulder was just level with the coffin.

The high-speed railway can finally see her face without desperately rolling eyes.

Then he saw a small face full of tears.

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