Chapter 122 Love Makes People Humble

Zhou Yuwen poured the footwashing water back and found Wang Zijie talking on the phone in the corridor.

When Wang Zijie saw Zhou Yuwen deliberately avoiding him, Zhou Yuwen entered the room alone without saying hello to him.

In fact, during dinner just now, Zhou Yuwen memorized several phone calls about selling houses to see if he could buy one. Even if it was only a small apartment of thirty or forty square meters, if he had the opportunity in the future, he could still pay for a big house.

In fact, apart from buying a house, Zhou Yuwen may also buy stocks or speculate in the currency circle, but these two investments will not bring Zhou Yuwen anything. If you buy Moutai, you will have to wait ten years to see results. Zhou Yuwen can't say Use all the money to sell stocks, and then live an ordinary life by yourself.

The same is true for currency speculation. Any kind of investment is based on spare money, and buying a house is a rigid demand. Even if you can't make money in the future, at least you have a place to live.

But to be honest, Zhou Yuwen has thought about speculating in coins. When he has the opportunity, he will take out 10,000 yuan to buy coins, and just leave it there for ten years without doing anything. If Zhou Yuwen fails in life Well, at least you can be a rich man safely, right?

Wang Zijie was still on the phone with Qiao Linlin outside, and was scolded bloody by Qiao Linlin.

Wang Zijie said to Qiao Linlin: "Lao Zhou has a girlfriend, it's not good for you to get too close."

"You want to care? Who the hell are you? Why do you care about me! Let me tell you, Wang Zijie, Zhou Yuwen and I are ordinary friends! Don't think about it, don't say that Zhou Yuwen and I have nothing to do, even if it's me and Zhou Yuwen What's wrong with Zhou Yuwen, so what does it matter to you? I told you earlier, I don't like you." Qiao Linlin wanted to have a showdown with Wang Zijie.

"Okay, okay, I was wrong, it's my fault, don't say it, and Lao Zhou and I apologize to the head office!"

Qiao Linlin wanted to have a showdown with Wang Zijie, but Wang Zijie felt that he had made Qiao Linlin angry, so Qiao Linlin threatened him by speaking, and Wang Zijie immediately apologized.

Qiao Linlin said, "I'm telling you the truth, Wang Zijie, fuck you,"

"Okay, okay, I was wrong, stop talking!" Wang Zijie interrupted Qiao Linlin.

Qiao Linlin was speechless, and Wang Zijie said, "Linlin, let's not talk about this, what date do you plan to go home? Do you want me to book tickets for you?"

Seeing that Qiao Linlin and Wang Zijie couldn't understand, she didn't continue talking, and instead talked about other topics.

Qiao Linlin wasn't interested in these topics, so she searched out to see if Zhou Yuwen had replied to her message, but Zhou Yuwen hadn't replied to her yet. Qiao Linlin thought too much, thinking that Zhou Yuwen must be keeping a distance from her because of Wang Zijie?

Wang Zijie chattered over there: I contacted a few high school classmates today, and they are all waiting for us to go back to the party.

"What is Zhou Yuwen doing?" Qiao Linlin asked suddenly.

Wang Zijie glanced at the dormitory, where Zhou Yuwen was writing and drawing in his notebook, and said, "I don't know, I should be writing a novel."

Qiao Linlin was playing with her nails over there, thinking that Zhou Yuwen might not be looking at her phone, it wasn't that she was ignoring herself.

After chatting with Wang Zijie for a while, Qiao Linlin yawned again and again, and she said, "Okay, it's getting late, I'm going to bed."

"Oh, then you should go to bed earlier."

Zhou Yuwen sorted out a bunch of real estate information, looked at local forums on the Internet, and found a bunch of real estate information.

There is no such thing as how much property is per square meter in this era. Most of the properties are quoted as a buyout price, 500,000, 600,000, and you can just take it if you like it.

Zhou Yuwen sorted out all the good houses.

At this time, Wang Zijie came in after making a call. Seeing that Zhou Yuwen and Li ignored him, he felt a little uncomfortable for a while, thinking that maybe he had gone too far just now, so he took the initiative to strike up a conversation: "Old Zhou, what are you doing?"

Zhou Yuwen said, "Collect some information."

"For writing novels?"

"almost."

"Old Zhou, how much money did you earn writing novels?"

At this moment, Liu Zhu poked his head out: "Yes, Brother Zhou, I heard Brother Jie said that you already bought a car, and writing novels makes you so much money? Can you take me with you?"

"I can't make much money. I bought the car with a loan. Now I have no money, and I have to pay back 5,000 a month." Zhou Yuwen said.

"Damn, five thousand! So much? Can you afford it?" Liu Zhu couldn't help being stunned. At this time, the per capita income was only three thousand.

Zhou Yuwen said: "So now writing novels is like prostitution. I have to write. The money I earn from writing novels is not enough to pay off the loan."

"Then you buy a car?" Liu Zhu laughed, a little gloating.

Zhou Yuwen said: "I was impulsive at the time, but I actually regretted it. If I can't make money writing novels later, the car will be taken back."

Liu Zhu was even happier. He said, "It's okay, Brother Zhou, you are so good, so you must be fine. Brother Zhou, take me for a drive tomorrow?"

"we'll see."

Wang Zijie was really thinking about Zhou Yuwen. He gave Zhou Yuwen a Xuanhe door. He said, "Old Zhou, I also think you are too impulsive. In fact, it is good that the car can be used for transportation. There is no need to buy a car."

"I bought everything, so let's see if there are other ways to make money." Zhou Yuwen said.

Liu Zhu said: "Brother Zhou, why don't you go home for the National Day? I took a part-time job distributing flyers in the alumni group, fifteen days a day."

"Crazy, do you think Lao Zhou looks like someone who distributes leaflets?" Wang Zijie sprayed directly.

There was no big feud between the roommates, and it was easy to chat with Wang Zijie. Wang Zijie is indeed open-minded. If Zhou Yuwen was eighteen years old, he might be very willing to be friends with Wang Zijie, and even willing to smoke and fight with Wang Zijie.

But Zhou Yuwen was thirty, and Zhou Yuwen knew that it was true that Wang Zijie was a friend, but it was also true that he loved trouble, and what Zhou Yuwen hated most was trouble.

So he was not willing to get close to Wang Zijie.

Wang Zijie chatted with Zhou Yuwen for a while, seeing that Zhou Yuwen was not angry with him, he breathed a sigh of relief, went back to bed, and asked Qiao Linlin if she had slept.

Qiao Linlin said, "Soon."

"I chatted with Lao Zhou just now, and I found out that Lao Zhou bought his car with a loan, and he has to repay five or six thousand a month. Do you think Lao Zhou is too shameless?" Wang Zijie said.

"It's none of your business?" Qiao Linlin replied directly, and then said: "It's considered a loan, and I can still afford it. Look at you, the borrowed car broke down? Wang Zijie, do you know how fucking angry I am today? ?”

"Blame me, blame me. I'll treat you and your girlfriends to dinner and a movie when I get home on Eleventh. (Show your teeth)" Wang Zijie was not afraid that Qiao Linlin would scold him, he was afraid that Qiao Linlin would ignore him.

Qiao Linlin was also used to Wang Zijie's way of chatting without retaliation, so she said perfunctorily, "I'm really going to sleep."

"Then go to bed earlier," Wang Zijie said.

Before he knew it, it was already eleven o'clock, and Wang Zijie played with his phone for a while, checked that the time was almost up, and was about to go to bed, but found that Zhou Yuwen was still writing and drawing with a small light under the bed, Wang Zijie asked: " Old Zhou, aren't you going to sleep?"

Zhou Yuwen replied, "Go to bed first."