Chapter 1077 Whoever tells me to worship poverty must have a mental problem
Seeing that he wrote a lot and took out his mobile phone from time to time to look at it before writing again, Fang Yan leaned over to take a look in confusion, and saw that he even counted the year and date when he bought her a bottle of water. What was even more outrageous was that he even calculated the cost of the dumplings he ate at his house, including the exact amount and even a few cents.
Fang Yan was stunned for a moment, then looked at the note she had written, which only contained some valuable items, and she immediately laughed out of anger.
Lower your head and continue writing.
But the two had been together for several years and had gone on countless dates, so she had long forgotten how much money she had spent. She only wrote down what she remembered and left the things she couldn't remember alone.
Even so, when they exchanged the bills, she still had more than two thousand more than the other party. The main reason was that on every birthday and Valentine's Day, the clothes and shoes she gave to the other party were all big brands, while the other party gave her some cheap cosmetics.
After using it, she suffered from allergies or acne on her face, which scared her so much that she dared not use it again.
Kong Chun still complained that she didn't need him to buy it.
Not only did Kong Chun not get a penny back, but he even had to pay out money. He was immediately unhappy.
But the two sides had already broken up, and Fang Yan asked him for money regardless of whether he was willing or not.
Noticing that there were people outside the office, Kong Chun was worried that Fang Yan would make a scene and lose face, so she took out her wallet to count the money and cursed quietly: "You just think I'm poor! You gold digger! So vain!"
Fang Yan looked at him coldly, too lazy to refute.
If she thought he was poor, she wouldn't have dated him for so long and even met each other's parents.
After dating a poor man, she realized that she should find a rich man in the future, so that there wouldn't be so many troubles. Even going to his house to eat dumplings would require her to pay back.
Kong Chun counted the money over and over again, fearing that he would give Fang Yan one extra bill. "I don't have 25 cents, so I'll round off the change." Seeing Fang Yan take the money and put it in her pocket without even counting it, he felt a little regretful, but he remembered that his parents said that he was tall, handsome, and a college student in Beijing, and that only the daughter of the richest man and mayor was worthy of him.
Looking at Fang Yan in front of him, he suddenly felt that she was not worthy of him. He did not notice at all that there was an unattractive face reflected on the glass window beside him.
"Did you two have a fight?" After watching the excitement, Zhang Ran walked into the office openly.
Qiao Xi and Shi Xu also heard it, but they didn't want to join in the fun, so they pretended not to hear it.
"We broke up." Kong Chun was afraid that Fang Yan would say something unfavorable to him, so he said first: "She despises the poor and loves the rich, and she despises me for being poor."
"Yes!" Fang Yan was furious and tried hard to agree with him, "I just dislike your poverty! I worship money!"
Seeing Fang Yan admit it, Kong Chun became arrogant and showed a look of contempt as if he had seen through Fang Yan a long time ago.
"It's good to worship money." Zhang Ran walked to the chair behind the desk and sat down, crossing his legs. "I worship money too. Anyone who tells me that they worship poverty must have a problem with their brain. They are probably mentally retarded."
Kong Chun was not a fool. Hearing Zhang Ran's indirect criticism, he became angry and embarrassed, his face flushed but he did not dare to refute.
Puff! Fang Yan, who was originally angry, couldn't help but laughed out loud.
Zhang Ran looked at her and Kong Chun in confusion, "What? What I said is wrong? Who doesn't love money? If anyone dares to tell me that he doesn't like money, then please give me all the money and be a pauper for the rest of my life. But I want to worship money all my life and roll around in a pile of money."
He stared at Kong Chun and asked, "Why? You don't worship money? You don't like money? Do you want to be a pauper for the rest of your life? Then can you transfer your shares in the company to me for free?"
The last sentence is her purpose, right? Don't even think about it! Kong Chun was so ashamed and angry that he clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, "Of course I like money too."
"So everyone is a money-worshiper." Zhang Ran laughed heartily, "I told you, there are no idiots here."