Chapter 19, Zhang Fan Breaks Up
Little Fen Fen, who was preparing to carry the bucket to fetch water, dared to hum a tune as she walked, trembling at the corner of the corridor.
Her aura, it's like those actresses on TV.
Zhang Fan held a pile of things and followed Qiang Wei, standing at the staircase.
"Let's go, let's go."
"Thanks."
The boys dared to look up, afraid to meet her gaze, and tears would just fall.
At this moment in Zhang Fan's dormitory, three roommates were dressing up, as they were going to have a dinner party tonight, and Zhang Fan was treating. These were the main points. The key was that they were all freshmen, and it was a rare opportunity to get to know each other better.
Although they usually sat together in class, the opportunity to talk was very limited. They couldn't often hang out, but if it was a dinner party, then it was settled.
"Can I borrow some hair gel? Tonight, let those girls get to know the most handsome guy in the class." "Come on, the most handsome is me."
"Yes, yes."
The three teased each other. At this moment, the door was pushed open, and Zhang Fan said, "The most handsome should be who, right?" Who's disturbing them while they're getting ready?
The three boys looked at the girl standing at the door in disbelief. It seemed that they had reached the point where they dared to pursue her.
Cheongsam, a beauty, with a handbag on her wrist.
She was dressed like a rich woman.
But the main thing was her appearance. Although she seemed a bit chubby, she gave off an incredibly beautiful vibe.
"Hello, I'm Zhang Fan's girlfriend."
"Wait, what? Girlfriend?"
Zhang Fan couldn't be bothered to deal with Qiang Wei's tricks. He took the things and put them in the cabinet, tossing them casually. Money wasn't a problem for Zhang Fan. The seven items cost more than three hundred thousand yuan in total, which was a lot. For ordinary people, it was indeed a lot.
But it didn't bother Zhang Fan at all.
Even if Zhang Fan didn't have money, he would still be unbothered. Just a little bit of money couldn't make him bow his head. That was Zhang Fan.
"You can't leave them like this, they'll get wrinkled. Give them here, the space in the cabinet is too small." After saying that, Qiang Wei took the clothes, folded them neatly, and put them back in the cabinet.
The several boys obediently sat aside, not saying a word, holding cups and pretending to drink.
Zhang Fan didn't care. He moved a chair, sat down, took out his phone, and started looking at information about pearls.
Of course, he also needed to reply to Old Huang's antique business.
"Zhang Fan, I've sent the new video files. There's a collector in Hongcheng who has a pearl. He wants you to take a look. It seems like a loss." "Alright, I'll reply later."
Zhang Fan scanned the video, compared the data, and typed a reply: "You've earned money. Check the base carefully. That's the real pearl. The whole thing is made up of two antique pieces. The craftsmanship is very impressive, but it's putting the cart before the horse. The things on the base, if sold separately, could buy two antiques like this, but when put together, the price goes down." He replied to the message, and soon the money came from Old Huang's side.
Zhang Fan's way of making money was simple: he helped Old Huang acquire antiques, and Old Huang gave Zhang Fan a commission, which was quite generous, giving him forty percent. If Zhang Fan found business elsewhere, Old Huang would only pay him a fixed fee.
Three million yuan arrived, along with another message from Old Huang.
"The other party said that if there's a chance, he'll definitely invite you to dinner. As for the rest of the money, he'll continue to transfer it to you after the antiques are sold. Don't worry, the money, you give it to yourself." "No big deal."
After replying to the message, Zhang Fan felt satisfied with his earnings of about four million yuan. He happily opened the pearl-related information and started reading.
"Hey, where's your phone?"
She reached out and grabbed Zhang Fan's arm, picked up his phone, and showed it to him.
"Zhang Fan, who is this girl?"
"Girlfriend, we just broke up today. She agreed to accompany me for another seven days. That's it." "What? Are you kidding? Did you take your sister's phone? Shouldn't you be buying things with it?" "Let me clarify, I really liked her. There's no special reason for the breakup. Breaking up is just fine." Wait a minute.
What kind of student is this girl?
"Zhang Fan, is she the girl you met when you were working? The one you went to the bar with and picked up every night?" "Yes, so we broke up. You guys think she's a good girl, but she's actually just using me as a spare tire, right? I think so too, so we broke up." "Who would have thought this girl was so beautiful? She broke up with you just like that. Going to the bar must have been her treat, right? A woman with so much money, and you think she's just interested in this? I thought she was a gold digger." While they were discussing, Qiang Wei had already tidied up the clothes, rearranged the bed, took off her shoes, and sat down steadily next to Zhang Fan, quietly asking, "What time are we having dinner?" Wait.
Envious eyes all around.
"I guess we'll have to leave around five o'clock, and we'll be there around six. We still have three hours." "Will that be okay?"
Zhang Fan's facial muscles twitched. This girl was making fun of him. It's all an act.
After re-making the bed and neatly putting away the covers, Qiang Wei actually covered herself with the blanket, closed her eyes, and went to rest.
Of course, she sniffed Zhang Fan's blanket again, feeling satisfied, and happily fell asleep, finally entering dreamland.
This time, Zhang Fan wasn't summoned. The three roommates were summoned instead, and they dragged Zhang Fan out of the dormitory and closed the door.
"Zhang Fan, talk, why did you break up with such a good girl?" "Yeah, she's so good. She's perfect."
"Exactly, why did you break up?"
Zhang Fan said helplessly, "I liked her, but she's too rich. Our values don't match. We can't get along together." What?
She's definitely showing off, definitely, definitely showing off.