As for throwing away the far-far copper coins, this thorough solution—

Liancheng would never let it go without any last resort. This strange copper coins that seem to be able to completely free himself from ordinary life.

No one will easily give up the opportunity to change his destiny! Even the worst consequence is death.

Put a band sticker on the palm of your hand, sit on a chair and play with copper coins. Lian Cheng estimated the "countdown" of his life...

In three days, the copper coins almost ate up most of their net worth, including half of their bank card deposits, all Alipay balances, an old laptop computer and a baby sedan that had just been bought for less than half a year.

The feeling of Liancheng conveying from copper coins is roughly divided into three types: extreme hunger, hunger and fullness.

Extremely hungry, copper coins will quickly erode flesh and blood. It is not possible to determine whether it will affect bones and brain for the time being.

When hunger is hungry, copper coins continuously release hunger signals to remind Liancheng to feed. In this state, copper coins do not erode flesh and blood.

When you are full, the copper coins are temporarily dormant, and at the same time they will emit light golden glow from time to time. It is not yet certain what the glow does.

Thinking of this, Liancheng set a warning line for himself. In the next period of time, he would find the source of income as much as possible and feed him when he felt hungry. In the worst case, he could consider online loans, usury and other channels to make money quickly.

"I heard that Snow White is running away..."

The cell phone rings.

Liancheng picked up the phone and it was an unknown number. He rarely left the phone to outsiders unless it was necessary for some necessary occasions. He had the habit of backup phone books like obsessive-compulsive disorder, and any contact information would be stored in his mobile phone and never missed, such as editors or enthusiastic beauty readers.

Although the latter does not exist at all.

"Call it is time..." Lian Cheng glanced out the window.

Zhaoping City was shrouded in a dim sunset, and the air emitted a certain cheesy smell called the metropolis. He leaned against the window ridge and pressed the answer button.

"Hello."

The other end of the phone paused for a moment, and the sound was very familiar, as if I had just heard it. But Lian Cheng couldn't match the sound with the image in his mind for a while, and he couldn't remember it even when he was right.

"So it's you-" He raised his voice and greeted him.

"How do you know?" The voice was puzzled and continued, "Teacher Lian, this is my new number. Have you heard my voice?"

Teacher Lian... When he heard this title, Liancheng immediately understood who the owner of the voice was.

The first impression this man gave him was that he was rich.

The second impression is that it is super rich.

The third impression is why I am so rich! Ahhhh, I can’t stand it anymore!

The owner of the voice is Wang Zhanshan. If you don’t mention her appearance, she will call him a woman. One of the local super-girl rich people in Zhaoping City is the founder of "Wang Zhanshan Hot Sauce". She is worth billions and is also the mother of a seventeen-year-old girl.

Liancheng likes Wang Zhanshan hot sauce from the bottom of his heart. This thing rescued him from the disaster of either eating shit or starving to death countless times, but Wang Zhanshan himself looks real...

Not serving food at all.

Wang Zhanshan politely explained the reason for the call: "Teacher Lian, I'll send a car to pick you up today. I heard that Metro Line 2 is renovating. If you take the subway like before, it would be not convenient for you to come here. Even if you don't take the subway, other routes will be too time-consuming. Qianyi still has a musical instrument class to attend after the writing class. She is a little in a hurry. I really trouble you."

When Liancheng looked at the hanging table on the wall, he had an hour left before class time.

If it is time for the subway, it is not time for taking the bus or taking a taxi. He is very short of money, so Wang Zhanshan gave him a very eye-catching price for his writing tutoring, which costs 800 yuan per class...

He had no reason not to go. Although the amount he had been wasted in the past two or three days was not worth mentioning, the mosquito legs were also flesh! It was really his own flesh! As for other things that made money, I would like to think about it when I got home at night.

Bringing the copper coins, Liancheng sorted out the instrument a little, and then set off.

Not far from the Liancheng family unit gate.

Two men hid behind the pavilion secretly and muttered in a low voice.

The thin man's voice was a little nervous: "Old Jin, we don't have an arrest warrant. If we mess up, no one will escape our responsibility. The rich man on the stall will be investigated and the policeman's skin will be exposed."

"Just write a broken novel, what's the ability? Besides, what kind of rich people can live in this broken community?" Although Jin Xin was wearing a soft dress, he still felt uncomfortable all over.

While staring at the unit door, he continued to say to his colleague Xiao Zhang: "I just want to ask him about the details. You know that my sister is so confused about money all day long, and she is more curious than anyone else. I'm afraid something happens to her..."

Xiao Zhang smiled and nodded: "This reason is reliable. I heard that everyone who writes novels is poorer than the other, it seems that it is true."

"I'm more stingy than the other. When I go to the cafe to ask questions, he probably can't bear to pay for the drinks himself, and we have to pay the bill."

The two traffic police looked at each other and laughed.

Halfway through laughing, Jin Xin saw a person walking out of the unit door, which was Liancheng. He quickly poked Xiao Zhang: "The person is here!"

Xiao Zhang was no longer nervous this time, and walked out from behind the pavilion carelessly, looking at a steady chance of winning, and walked towards Liancheng swayingly, thinking about the routine of scaring people to be obedient.

As soon as I cleared my throat, a strong muscular man hit the side.

"Sorry, sorry." The strong muscular man found out that he had hit someone and apologized with a smile. He said he was an apology, his waist and neck were straight, and Patek Philip on his wrist made Xiao Zhang's eyes even more straight.

Absolutely real, a rich man!

Xiao Zhang waved his hand and said, "Hey, it's not a big deal. You can go ahead and go." As soon as he finished speaking, the strong muscular man nodded and turned around and took a big step towards Liancheng.

He paused, stood attentive, and immediately bent down to bow 90 degrees. The strong muscular man said, "Please forgive me, it took a little longer to get the congestion on the road." After that, he led Liancheng to a BMW 7 Series and opened the rear door for it himself.

"Oh, darn!" Xiao Zhang was stunned.

Jin Xin stood beside him without saying anything, and he also thought about the various things.

Rich people won't be so fucked...

"Is that what you said is that you are poor at writing novels?" Xiao Zhang grinned and shook his head repeatedly: "I almost asked you to take the ditch, Lao Jin, who are you calling?"

"My sister." Jin Xin's expression was awkward and surprised.

After opening it, his first sentence was-
Chapter completed!