Yang Yu left, but did not pick up the hundred yuan. After leaving the community, he walked to the milk tea shop that his uncle Wang Xingye said was.

"Look at that poor look, isn't it just a few words? It's useless to get angry even if you do this."

When my aunt Liu Ping saw that Yang Yu had not picked up the 100 yuan, her face suddenly became very gloomy.

However, half a minute later, a middle-aged woman walked down from the elevator and hurriedly picked up the hundred dollars. It was Yang Yu's aunt Liu Ping.

If Yang Yu saw this scene, he might laugh out loud.

Just like that, he still says that others are poor?

However, Yang Yu had already left a long distance and appeared in a very far place.

Although Yang Yu took it step by step, his speed was amazingly fast, moving forward on the street like teleportation.

If Yang Yu hadn't looked no different from walking normally, someone would have been shocked.

...

"Prince Ziwen, when will the cousin you mentioned come here? Why is it so slow?"

In a milk tea shop, there were more than a dozen young people sitting together, including five girls. One of them looked at a girl with short hair but looked very beautiful.

"How can I know? If I know, I won't call my dad and tell me that I'm going to go out with you."

The short-haired girl spoke with a helpless expression on her face.

"Ziwen, what should I say still need to be said. What should your parents worry about later?"

A boy spoke, wearing extremely luxurious clothes, and said to Wang Ziwen.

"But this cousin in my house is not fun when he comes."

Wang Ziwen spoke, it was Yang Yu's cousin, and his face looked helpless at this moment.

"What's wrong?"

The girl next to her spoke was Wang Ziwen's best friend, named Xu Ningzhu.

"I am from the countryside and I am very poor. I don't even want to spend money on buying a pack of potato chips."

Wang Ziwen spoke with a disgust on his face.

"So stingy?"

The boys on the side all showed strange looks, how much does a pack of potato chips cost?

"It's not just a stingy person. The phones he uses are all Nokia left by his father, and they can be collected as antiques."

Wang Ziwen was speechless and knew all about Yang Yu's things.

"Is he nostalgic?"

There was also a girl next to Wang Ziwen. Wenwen was quiet and wearing glasses. She said with her beautiful eyes flashing.

"Little cute, I know you are kind-hearted, but this guy is really poor."

Wang Ziwen spoke to the beautiful woman wearing glasses and shook her head and said.

"Li Shu'er, sometimes you don't underestimate the poor deduction."

The boys on the side laughed sarcastically, obviously very interested in Yang Yu's upcoming "poverty".

The beauty wearing glasses didn't say anything, she only believed in her eyes.

"Ziwen, urge you cousin, let's wait for this for a long time. Where did a country bumpkin get such a big air?"

The boy wearing luxury clothing spoke and became impatient.

"Okay." Wang Ziwen shrugged and took out his Apple Eight.

"No need to fight, I'll be here long ago."

Yang Yu walked up from the stairs, took a loud Nokia and walked towards the group of people.

"It's really Nokia."

"Taidai, this sound is really nostalgic. My grandfather used this kind of phone at that time, and I listen to it every day."

"Hehe, Nokia, I didn't expect that the caller's phone number would be reported when opening a store ringtone. Ziwen, you have to pay attention to it, otherwise many people will know your phone number."

When a group of boys saw Yang Yu coming over with Nokia, they all burst into laughter, with sarcastic smiles on their faces.

"Aren't you in a hurry? Do you want to leave?"

Yang Yu spoke lightly and looked at the group.

"Oh, I'm quite calm."

The young man wearing luxurious clothes looked at Yang Yu with fun.

“Is there any problem?”

Yang Yu spoke and looked at the young man faintly.

"Song Chao, don't worry about him. Let's go. If he wants to follow him, come here."

Wang Ziwen looked at Yang Yu, listened to the Nokia phone call that resounded throughout the milk tea shop, hung up the phone with awkward expression and spoke to the young man.

"Let's go, don't worry about this poor, let's go."

The young man named Song Chao spoke and looked at Yang Yu with great fun.

"Let's go, let this poor man take a taxi."

Looking at Yang Yu, the other boys stood up with laughter and began to walk downstairs.

A group of more than a dozen people walked past Yang Yu, looking at Yang Yu with sarcastic eyes, with a smug smile on his face.

"Ziwen, do you really care about him?"

Only the beauty wearing glasses spoke and whispered to Wang Ziwen, feeling a little unbearable.

"Why do you care about him? You're cute? No one needs to care about him. Today is my birthday. We are all familiar with people. He is a stranger and looks like a loser. How embarrassing he went."

Wang Ziwen spoke, and spoke to Li Shuer lightly, pulling him to follow the boys.

"Li Shu'er, going to such a person will only embarrass Ziwen's party, and let him get out of here, otherwise he might be troubled by Song Chao and the others if he goes there."

Xu Ningzhu spoke and persuaded Li Shu'er.

Li Shu'er turned around and looked at Yang Yu, and saw that his face was calm and followed, her beautiful eyes flashed slightly.

Being ridiculed by so many people and being able to look like a ok person, this kind of person is definitely not ordinary.

Either, he is a villain who is extremely tolerant, or a reckless man with a stubborn mind, or of course, he may also be a transcendent state of mind.

"Yeah, you are following you like a poor person. Why? Do you want to get in the car?"

Song Chao and others came to several BMWs and Mercedes-Benz and looked at Yang Yu even more playful.

"Which ktv do you want to go to?"

Yang Yu spoke lightly, looked at Wang Ziwen and asked.

"I said it, you don't need to go. We classmates are playing together, but you don't know each other. Are you embarrassed?"

Wang Ziwen frowned and looked at Yang Yu speechlessly, with a look of disgust.

"I want to get out of here. You want to attend our party too. You are not qualified to be poor."

"Get out."

Song Chao and other boys looked at Yang Yu and laughed sarcastically.

"I didn't say I wanted to participate, I just looked at you... and there were some people, my uncle said."

Yang Yu spoke lightly, saying that if it weren't for his uncle's advice, Yang Yu wouldn't have appeared in this place at all.

"The country bumpkin doesn't understand, right?"

Song Chao frowned, walked to Yang Yu, took out a few red tickets from his wallet, and said to Yang Yu very disgustedly.

"Did you see it? A few hundred yuan is enough for your monthly living expenses? Get out of here now!"

Song Chao threw the money in front of Yang Yu, his face full of dissatisfaction and disgust.

"Rich people?"

Yang Yu smiled playfully, looked at the few people, and smiled sarcastically.

Song Chao and others did not speak, but the meaning was self-evident.

"Have you heard this? For awesome people, for three generations, they are all farmers."

Yang Yu spoke lightly, looking at these "rich second generations" who have high self-esteem, he was not very keen.

[Before the Chinese New Year, I will not open a new book, so this book will resume third and fourth updates, and then in some free time, I got a side job and uploaded some videos on Bilibili. I hope all book friends can support it. After all... Free. Search "Suanchang Shop" on Bilibili, it's me!]
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