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Chapter 149 Money (Fourth update, please vote!)
With five thousand yuan in his pocket that he hadn't deposited yet, Gu Huai, who was pretending to be working hard, was actually wondering what to do with the five thousand yuan.

Like many male protagonists in novels, do they get their first pot of gold and then immediately start their entrepreneurial journey to success?

But it seems that five thousand yuan is hardly enough to be considered one's first pot of gold.

I used to think I'd wait until I got paid to buy games, devices, or even seemingly unnecessary furniture, but now I can't remember any of them.

Send a message to Xu Cheng.

If you had 5,000 yuan in your pocket, how would you spend it?

Xu Cheng anxiously asked himself, "Was I robbed?"

No, that's not it.

"So I'm bankrupt? Tell me, why do I only have five thousand left?"

Never mind, it's alright.

It seems like five thousand yuan is really not a big deal?
Nothing else particularly noteworthy happened during this period, so Gu Huai eventually gave up the idea of ​​quickly squandering the money, since it wasn't a huge sum anyway.

However, before going downstairs to get a haircut, Gu Huai still transferred two thousand yuan to his father.

This doesn't mean he has any foolish 'loyalty' to his family; Gu Huai clearly knows that it's essentially an exchange of interests.

Sending money home serves two purposes: firstly, it shows me that I'm not just a burden on my parents, wasting their hard work and expectations; secondly, it lets them know that I can earn money and don't need to rely on their experience to plan my path.

If you can survive outside, that's good enough. Send money home, so don't overthink your own life.

And don't keep bringing up things like getting married and having children.

That's roughly how the exchange happened.

Of course, it's impossible to transfer all five thousand to the family. Although they might say, "Giving it to us is also to help you save money. There are too many temptations in this world. If you squander money when you're young, you'll find that you can't do without savings when you're ready to get married."

However, for some reason, Gu Huai didn't quite believe this explanation.

However, after transferring the money, it seemed that the joy was somewhat diminished.

The gains are still small. It seems that only when I truly achieve financial freedom can I achieve freedom of mind and body?
I don't know, but I'll go get a haircut first.

"Hello sir, what kind of hairstyle would you like? Do you have any ideas?"

Faced with such a question, Gu Huai often wanted to boldly say: Give me an awesome haircut.

Or: Cut my hair into a handsome guy's cut.

If all else fails: dye this thing green.

But what he says after taking a deep breath is always the same: "Please keep it short and make the top thinner."

"Ok."

This is probably the phrase barbers hear most often, but the resulting cuts can be worlds apart.

Compared to when I was in school, the biggest difference is how much longer it has been?
It actually took almost an hour to cut.

If we ignore the pre- and post-washing of hair, the actual time spent drastically trimming your hair is very short. Most of the time is spent using small scissors to trim and shave in places you can't even see clearly. It's like removing the rough edges of cardboard.

This process made me drowsy at times, even more so than watching high school lectures.

"Alright, sir, are you satisfied?"

Gu Huai looked at himself in the mirror.

A few strands of hair were left framing my forehead, slightly parted, not just a simple side-swept fringe. Was it a 3/7 part? It actually looks pretty good. Maybe the mirrors in the hair salon have some kind of magic, subconsciously making you feel that you look pleasing to the eye?
"Very good, thank you."

Paying the bill with the membership card given by Cai Yan—isn't that a feeling of being kept?

Since there was nothing else to do, Gu Huai planned to go straight home. The next simulation was on Wednesday, which was the day after tomorrow, which also happened to be the weekly restocking time for the store. He figured he could take a few days to calm down and patiently enjoy a few ordinary days.

Think so.

On the bus, I looked at the city lights as dusk approached.

The city remains bustling. Although it lacks a vibrant heart, the throngs of people act like the city's flowing blood, making it seem alive.

"Om."

Just as Gu Huai was completely absorbed in the scene, without any other thoughts, simply staring blankly at the sights, his phone vibrated in his pocket.

Gu Huai took out his phone, only to be surprised to see a call from his father. He frowned, hesitated for a moment, and then answered.

"Hey?"

"Hmm, you got paid?"

A brief silence followed by a familiar tone, an air of authority that seemed to naturally transcend all else.

Gu Huai recalled what had happened in the last simulation, and he tugged at his collar.

"You'll still need your salary for a few days; this is your bonus."

"Bonus? What did I do that earned me a bonus?"

The man's question was clearly surprised, indicating his unexpectedness.

After all, in his mind, he seemed to be just a son who was good at messing things up and could never bring him any surprises.

Thinking of this, Gu Huai felt a strange sense of pleasure.

He even wanted to boast about his recent work at the company, telling the other person that he seemed to have gained the attention of his superiors and that he might have better progress in the near future.

But he managed to restrain himself.

"It's nothing, I just completed the tasks assigned by the company leaders recently, so I received a bonus."

To put it simply.

And as expected, I received the answer I had anticipated.

"Your leader is quite kind, giving so much for such a small thing."

I don't know what happened, and they don't say it's because I did a good job. They attribute it to the leader's conscience and even remind me that it's a small matter, as if they're worried that I'll become arrogant because of it.

Oh well, that's just how he is.

Gu Huai then said what he had prepared.

"Okay, so I don't need to worry about anything here. You can buy whatever you want. Is there anything else?"

"There's something I want to discuss with you."

When his father paused for a moment before uttering those words, Gu Huai had a strange, uneasy feeling.

then.

"Isn't it your uncle's son who started dating a girlfriend this year? They're getting married soon."

"Oh, what's wrong?"

Gu Huai initially thought the other party was using this incident to pressure him into marriage, but—

“His son and daughter-in-law have their eye on an apartment in the provincial capital, but they're short a bit for the down payment. I lent them 30,000 yuan. Do you have any money on you? If you have enough for yourself, could you please give me a little something?”

In this season that is cold enough.

I heard words that made me tremble almost all over.

Gu Huai has indeed grown a lot; at this moment, his first reaction was not to shout or yell, but to remain silent.

I took a deep breath through the phone, trying to control my expression.

He couldn't imagine that this man would call him for such a reason, especially after he had transferred two thousand yuan to him and then made such a request.

Gu Huai took a deep breath, trying to calmly remind the other party.

"Have you forgotten that I don't even own a house myself and am living in a tiny rented room of about 20 square meters in the provincial capital?"

And when faced with his own question, he answered without hesitation.

"So what? They'll pay it back. He's your uncle's son, not some stranger. They're relatives. They're in trouble and need help. You can't even come up with a penny? How can you say you've been working in the provincial capital for so many years? All your money has gone to your ass?"

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He felt he could crush the phone to pieces with the force of his hand.

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(End of this chapter)