Huo Qi: "..."
Is this the point!
"Don't worry about it!" He was a little embarrassed when he spoke again.
But as soon as he raised his foot, his voice rang behind him:
"...Actually, that task is a temporary notification. Just on our way back, you can look at my phone if you don't believe me." As he said, he paused and said slowly:
"Sit down and eat first. I want the saury you like. It's not long after it's been roasted. Eat it while it's hot."
After these words, Huo Qicai suddenly felt like a balloon full of air leaked.
The fire was still full of stomach, but after hearing these words, it gradually dissipated.
It turned out to be like this.
But he still couldn't put down his body for a while, stood there for a while, and then said coldly:
"Who cares when you want to leave, this young master just happens to be happy alone."
Speaking of this, he turned around and pulled the chair away and sat down, took the chopsticks and unceremoniously took a large piece of saury and stuffed it in his mouth. After swallowing it twice, he said again:
"The fish in this shop tastes average, and the price is still so expensive. You said that you are busy all day, and the salary is only what you pay. I am afraid that these few meals will cover your salary for a month."
He is not telling a lie. For a great scientist and a professor, the salary for a normal job only starts with 5 digits. This makes them embarrassed as the capitalists who do business.
No, to be more precise, it is to make him ashamed of the rich second generation who is not educated but still holding a high salary.
He drives a Ferrari by himself, with a limit of several million per card. He is calm and wise, smart and steady, and makes so many contributions to scientific research. However, he drives a small car of 200,000 yuan and holds a salary just enough for food and clothing. If not at home There is a house in Beijing, and I worry about how he will live in Beijing.
Unexpectedly, when he heard such words, Xiao Yixing still had no emotion on his face, but said lightly:
"My father used to participate in the hydrogen bomb manufacturing plan. My mother started a small business in business. In the early years, the two bought several Beijing real estate. I didn't lack money, so I made so much."
There is no so-called worldly definition of fame and wealth for success. As long as you live the life you want, it is success.
Although his parents divorced very early, they never treated him materially.
It is one thing for him to be short of money, and one thing for him not to be short of money.
As soon as Huo Qi heard this, he silently calculated in his heart the current housing prices in Beijing in 2020. If it is now 100,000 square meters, then--
"How many suites do you have?"
Xiao Yixing lowered his head and put butter on the toast: "I don't know, more than a dozen sets. There seem to be a few school district rooms."
Huo Qi put away the calculator on his phone: "Excuse me."
The clown was actually himself.
But it is also true that he has no idea about his wealth for so long.
Although he has never considered this issue, he has always been just an ordinary working-class person who looks at what he wears. He still wants to help him more, but he didn't expect...
Huo Qi was inexplicably ashamed.
Xiao Yixing is the one who really doesn't care about fame and fortune, and is indifferent.
The more Huo Qi thinks about it, the less it feels in his heart. Why is the gap between people so big?
He has money in his family, but he is like a dude.
"You are so good."
He said angrily, then cut a large steak and stuffed it into his mouth.
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