money obsessed

Because poor ghosts are poor, money is very important at ordinary times. In his mother's words, the whole person falls into the eyes of money.

The poor ghost's name is Qian Lai, but unfortunately he has lived for so many years, only to see the money come out but not come in, usually he would like to use a penny as a dollar, but he still can't hold back his wallet is getting more and more empty.

Since graduating from university, Qian Lai has changed many jobs. Either he thinks the salary is too low, or he feels that the benefits are not good, so that when he is about to reach his thirties, he barely manages to become a ten thousand yuan household.

Recently, Qian Lai has changed to a new job. Based on the principle of giving a good impression to all colleagues, he went to the Chengdong Clothing Wholesale Market early in the morning, planning to buy a new outfit to cheer himself up. Well, the plan should not exceed 100 Yuan.

Not far from the gate of the market, Qian Lai saw a red bill lying on the ground, his eyes rolled around, seeing that no one was paying attention, so the dog sneaked over, just about to come to the monkey to fish for the moon, As a result, someone stepped faster than him and picked up the red note.

"Hey! Give me the money!" Qian Lai grabbed the other party and threatened fiercely.

"Is this money yours?" Jiang Fan, who was blocked, looked at the little man in front of him, and said a little unhappy.

"Yes... I saw it first, so it's mine!"

"Heh, since you didn't drop it, whoever gets it first will be the one to blame. I can only blame you for being too short to reach it."

"Your uncle!" Qian Lai was so angry that he jumped up and down, regardless of whether it was in public, squatting down would be like a whirlwind sweeping his legs.

As a small owner of a clothing store who gets up early in the morning to deliver goods late in the morning, and has to go to the gym to sweat every now and then, Jiang Fan easily slips away the money.

"Bastard! Let me down!" Qian Lai struggled while trying to grab Hua Jiangfan's face with his claws.

Jiang Fan gave a "tsk" and pushed him against the wall: "Short man, can't you see such a big banner that the public is forbidden to make noise? What are you talking about here?"

"Master! Who do you call a little dwarf?" Qian Lai became even more angry, his face was flushed, and his whole body was arched, just like a kitten in a fried cat.

Jiang Fan hooked his lips: "As an adult, you have to learn to accept your own shortcomings, you know? Small, short, son."

Qian Lai stared at him angrily, knowing that he was no match for others in strength and could only outsmart him, so he continued to swear, while his eyes kept paying attention to the red note that Jiang Fan was carrying in his pocket, and finally fought against him. After dozens of rounds of talk, he seized the opportunity, and while Jiang Fan wasn't paying attention, he stole the peach and snatched the money.

"'Hey——" By the time Jiang Fan came to his senses, Qian Lai had already broken free from his grasp, and Sa Yazi ran a long way away, not forgetting to turn around and give him a triumphant middle finger.

Jiang Fan took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, silently paying attention to Qian Lai's back.