Quick Wear: But I just want to be a little transparent

Song Xun gave seven hundred yuan to Zhang Weisheng and kept only two hundred for himself.

Of course, in reality he was not that generous, and there were some little tricks involved.

Zhang Weisheng said before that he would take Song Xun in until he had enough money to find a place to live, but Song Xun, who had handed over most of his salary, could no longer afford to rent a house.

That was a full seven hundred yuan, and Song Xun was not worried at all that Zhang Weisheng would refuse.

The fact was just as expected. Zhang Weisheng accepted it without noticing his little thoughts at all and tacitly agreed to let him stay here.

Song Xun's sense of urgency was immediately reduced by half, and he was in such a good mood that he saw a few wooden stakes as unique scenery.

When Zhang Weisheng asked if he wanted to go out to buy groceries, he agreed immediately.

There is a market in Mashui Lane that specializes in selling vegetables. The sanitary conditions are very poor, and the aisle selling aquatic products is full of silt.

Zhang Weisheng bought two kilograms of shrimp and a fish.

This is already considered a very sumptuous meal, as on normal days there would only be one meat dish on the table.

Song Xun stared at the fish in a daze. He had to be bolder than usual to hand in his salary. He began to make a request: "Can the fish be braised?"

Zhang Weisheng walked in front: "Okay."

Song Xun's eyes curved, and his steps became brisk. He followed Zhang Weisheng around the market, and finally came to a street that specialized in selling clothes. There were yellow promotional signs hung everywhere.

As soon as the topic of clothes came up, Song Xun immediately thought of the clothes that were still in the kitchen cabinet and had not been washed clean. He cautiously asked Zhang Weisheng, "Do you want to buy some clothes?"

Zhang Weisheng glanced at him, his dark eyes so deep that they seemed to be able to see through people's hearts: "Don't wash my clothes next time."

Song Xun felt embarrassed: "You know everything?"

Zhang Weisheng: "If you are talking about the pile of clothes in the cupboard that have grown moldy and smelly, I do know."

When the clothes he usually wore suddenly disappeared, he was not stupid enough to think that the clothes had grown legs and ran away. However, when he found the pile of clothes in the closet that were about to grow hair, he felt helpless and could not stand Zhang Xiaoqi's immature solution.

But during those days, Zhang Xiaoqi was as nervous as a frightened bird. He looked as if the sky had fallen before he was scolded harshly. As a result, Zhang Weisheng was unable to embarrass him any more, and he had to hold back all the impolite words in his heart.

Zhang Weisheng glanced at Song Xun, who was looking down at himself, and walked into a clothing store nearby. He picked up a few simple clothes and pants and said to the boss, "I want the smallest size."

Song Xun looked up when he heard this, and asked uncertainly, "Did you buy it for me?"

It is obviously unrealistic for Zhang Weisheng to choose the smallest size given his height.

Zhang Weisheng nodded indifferently.

The boss packed his clothes here and handed the bag to Song Xun.

Song Xun's happiness was overflowing without any need for expression. He first thanked the boss, then came to Zhang Weisheng, with sparkling eyes and a raised lip corner: "Thank you, Zhang Weisheng."

Looking at the happy Song Xun, it seemed as if tiny vines grew out of his chest, wrapping around his heart tighter and tighter. Zhang Weisheng couldn't describe the feeling, but just thought that perhaps taking in Zhang Xiaoqi was a good choice.

If Zhang Xiaoqi could be a little less worried and not have so many evil thoughts, then he could continue to keep Zhang Xiaoqi as his own.

On Saturday, the owner of the stir-fry restaurant took Zhou Wan back to her hometown to visit her parents, and the restaurant was closed for the day.

Songxun had his own vacation.

Wearing newly bought clothes, Song Xun sat in front of Zhang Weisheng's computer desk, playing on Zhang Weisheng's computer and eating potato chips bought by Zhang Weisheng. An electric fan was blowing behind him, and he was playing games while holding the mouse with his head shaking.

996 is full of resentment: "I see you are enjoying yourself, do you still remember what your mission is?"

Song Xun stopped what he was doing: "Of course I remember, but I can't find where Zhang Weisheng would put the money. It may be that he is worried about me, so he put the money at work. I can't just ask Zhang Weisheng where his money is. Now is a critical period, wait..."

The sudden loud kick on the door outside interrupted Song Xun's long speech.

"Zhang Weisheng - pay back the money -"

"Come out quickly——"

Song Xun was frightened by the loud noise outside the door and shrank back into his chair.

There seemed to be more than one person outside, and footsteps could be heard wandering around from time to time.

Song Xun stood on tiptoe, not daring to make a sound, and lay on the door frame of the room, looking towards the door of the living room.

He didn't say anything, hoping that those people would think that the room was empty and leave on their own.

But those people didn't seem to have any intention of leaving, and the door was making frame-wrenching noises from being knocked on, with the risk of being broken down at any time.

Song Xun had no choice but to say, "Zhang Weisheng is not here."

The people outside heard a timid response from inside, with a slight tremor. It was definitely not Zhang Weisheng's voice, but they did not give up. They hit the door hard again with the iron rods in their hands.

Song Xun saw a small bulge on the door.

The man's irritable voice came: "Call Zhang Weisheng to come back."

Song Xun: "I don't have a cell phone."

He was telling the truth, but those people outside thought he was playing a trick on them: "You dare to fool me, just wait for me."

There were more violent banging sounds on the door, and soon it was smashed open with a clang.

Three men holding iron bars rushed in from outside. They didn't have time to deal with Song Xun for the time being, so they pushed him away and started searching the house, turning the tidy and clean house into a mess.

Standing next to the only intact kitchen, Song Xun realized for the first time the cruelty that was briefly introduced in the plot and the pressure that Zhang Weisheng had to face in real life.

After those people finished rummaging through the drawers and boxes, they turned their attention to Song Xun and several of them walked towards him.

In a one-on-three situation, Song Xun was panicking. He put his hands behind his back and tried to search for something to use as a weapon, but there was only a sliding door behind him and nothing there.

Just then, footsteps were heard outside the door, and the footsteps stopped behind the door that was forced open.

Zhang Weisheng stood tall and straight, completely blocking out the already thin light, but Songxun felt that the room was instantly illuminated by the light of hope coming from Zhang Weisheng.

He quickly ran behind Zhang Weisheng and hid himself with his head sticking out.

Zhang Weisheng looked at the three people inside without any emotion, and said as if stating a fact: "This month's debt has been paid to you."

The leading man didn't take it seriously and even whistled in a gangster-like manner: "I want to collect the 10,000 yuan for next month in advance. You must give it to me today, otherwise don't blame me for going to your school to make trouble. If you get expelled, you can't blame me."

They are being completely shameless. Asking a student who is still studying to pay 20,000 yuan within a month is almost impossible.

Song Xun's attention was on the hands of several people. The moment Zhang Weisheng came in, several people consciously retracted the iron rods pointing outward, as if they were afraid of accidental injury.

Moreover, the man did not seem to care whether Zhang Weisheng could really pay back the money. He just deliberately threw out an impossible amount so that Zhang Weisheng would give up.