Chapter 182: Tears of poverty

Chapter 182: Tears of poverty

A luxury car worth millions of dollars was driving on the road. Although it was not uncommon in the city of Dachang, it was still rare, attracting the attention of pedestrians on the roadside.

Some people envied it, while others were jealous.

"Wow, is that a Bentley? It looks so expensive, probably worth several hundred thousand dollars," exclaimed a girl who was shopping with her boyfriend.

"It's probably around five million, not just a few hundred thousand. You really have no taste," replied the girl's boyfriend, leaning against a taxi with a deformed front.

"Five million? Look at others, look at yourself. You don't even have a car worth tens of thousands, and others look younger and more handsome than you. You really need to work harder," the girl said to her boyfriend.

The man sneered, "So what if rich people have money? Money doesn't necessarily bring happiness."

Yang Jian, waiting at the red light, looked out of the car window after hearing this. "Sorry, but having money really brings happiness."

"Damn it..."

The man's face turned black, and then he retorted with a stiff head, "Even if you have money, even if you are happy, you are still a single dog. I'm different. I have a girlfriend."

After saying that, he proudly raised his head.

Yang Jian thought for a moment and rolled down the car window.

Behind him, Jiang Yan, who was playing with her phone, appeared.

"What's wrong? Are we home?" Jiang Yan looked up in confusion.

Although Aunt Jiang was a bit older, her appearance was indeed not bad. Coupled with her careful dressing when going out, her curvaceous figure and charming face, as well as her dress in a dress, she could be considered a beauty.

"It's almost nine o'clock. Why don't I stay at your place tonight? I'll take care of your procedures tomorrow," the saleswoman whispered, expressing her unwillingness to leave.

She was purely afraid and had started to become suspicious.

But this saleswoman was also good-looking, mature and decent, wearing a professional uniform with a hint of alternative charm.

"It doesn't matter. Since you're a salesperson, I'll make an exception today and let you stay for a day without paying rent," Yang Jian said, then looked at the man on the side of the road.

"What the hell does he mean?"

The man almost cried when he saw Yang Jian with two beautiful women in the car.

Having money is one thing, but why did he have to be so cruel?

He was so young and already playing like this. Be careful not to exhaust your kidneys.

"Even if you have money, even if you have a girlfriend, you're just a rich second generation with no skills. Besides a few stinky dollars, what else do you have?" the man retorted forcefully.

Yang Jian thought for a moment and said, "I can drive a Bentley with one hand. Is that a skill?"

"I can ride a bicycle with one hand, I can fix computers, I can cook brown sugar water..." The man couldn't help but shed tears of poverty as he spoke.

"Guanjiang Community. Didn't I tell you before? I want to leave the city center and live in a slightly remote community to avoid being involved in supernatural events. Now, the more people there are, the more dangerous it is. Your experience today is the best proof," Yang Jian said.

"Understood," Jiang Yan said.

The saleswoman next to her listened thoughtfully.

She was just an innocent passerby who was involuntarily involved in this supernatural event.Today's experience had completely overturned her understanding, plunging her into a mysterious and unknown world.

However, she was very measured, only observing and not asking too many questions, silently noting every word and action of Yang Jian.

"After returning, I need to move out of the city area as soon as possible, and also inform my parents and relatives to leave the city center," the female salesperson thought to herself.

"By the way, what's your name?" Yang Jian asked.

"Me, me?"

The female salesperson was a bit slow to react: "My name is Zhang Liqin."

"As a repayment for saving you today, would you mind helping Sister Jiang upstairs to move some things down?" Yang Jian asked.

"Okay, sure." Zhang Liqin had no intention of refusing.

She didn't dare to offend this Yang Jian.

He was a formidable person who could draw a gun at any moment and even deal with ghosts. Although he looked very young, he gave people an inexplicable sense of fear.

But also an inexplicable sense of security.

Fearful yet wanting to rely on him.

A very contradictory feeling.

This is probably what a big shot feels like.

"Aren't you going to help?"

Jiang Yan got out of the car and said, "Those things weigh hundreds of kilograms, they're very heavy."

"I'm hungry, I'm going to eat fried rice. Call me when you're done moving. If you find it heavy, you can ask your college classmate to help, he seems to live next door," Yang Jian said.

Jiang Yan rolled her eyes, "Forget it, I'll do it myself. You go eat your fried rice."

She couldn't move hundreds of kilograms of bricks, but hundreds of kilograms of gold, not only could she move, she could even run with it.

"Could you give me a hand?"

Zhang Liqin said, "Sure, no problem Miss Jiang."