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Chapter 150 I’M Not Interested In Money

"Brother Xie, has anyone ever said that you are weird?"

"Of course I do. Some say I look like a mentally ill person, some say I look like a monk, and some think I look like a dancing master." Xie Chun said sincerely.

"...It's not that surprising."

Jiang Jinhua explained: "I just think you are different from the rich people in my impression."

"Of course it's different. None of them have as much money as me."

"That's not what I'm talking about. I'm talking about your style of doing things. Those rich people are eager to arm themselves with money every day." Jiang Jinhua thought for a few seconds and then said:

"But you never seem to have any desires. You are obviously very rich, but you just follow the crowd and live an ordinary life. The most expensive thing on your body is actually an Apple mobile phone."

"Don't be embarrassed, this is Huawei promax Yuanfeng Blue, focusing on patriotism." Xie Chun couldn't help but interrupt.

"As for the question you mentioned, I can only tell you that if a person's desire can be easily satisfied, the end result will just continue to raise the threshold of desire."

Those who have a lot of money at home and are still engaging in imparties and attracting fans are not just because their desires are easily satisfied, and they can only keep looking for more exciting things in the future.

He concluded: "The quality of life here for me is as long as it allows me to live comfortably. It's very tiring to pursue this and that all day long, and there is no limit to that kind of thing."

Human desires are like mountains and rolling stones. If you have a small house, you want a big house. If you have a big house, you want a row of big houses.

Even people like Xie Chun's father, who controls a considerable amount of wealth in Zhejiang Province, are still thinking about how to expand the power of the Xie family beyond Zhejiang Province.

Even if everything goes according to your heart, from the beginning of being a beggar to the final domination of the world and ascending the throne as emperor, don't you still have to consider the issue of working hard to govern?

It's nothing more than an extra nine tribes Xiaoxiaole's authority.

So there is no end to this thing. A person can only live a total of one hundred and eighty years in this life. It is true to be content and happy. Xie Chun never thinks about it so much. Just spend enough money on things like this.

Xie Chun patted her shoulder: "You may not believe it, but I haven't received a month's salary since I was born in 2002."

"I have never touched money. I have no interest in money. The happiest time for me was when I used to earn several thousand yuan a month playing chess. At that time, I just wanted to save my bonus to pay off the mortgage. Now I no longer have that need. "

Jiang Jinhua looked like she wanted to laugh but held back:

"So, that's why you're so careless about everything?"

"The truth is this. After all, if you can avoid violent joy, there will be no sorrow." Xie Chun sighed:

"If you want to avoid a bad ending, just avoid the beginning."

"...Brother Xie can always say some philosophical words."

"This is what Osamu Dazai said when he was out of character in the human world. It has nothing to do with me."

Xie Chun counted the remaining colored papers on hand and found that he had folded more than 800 pieces of colored paper. He should be able to finish it tomorrow.

"That's it for today. Jinhua, you go and sleep with Xingruo. At least keep an eye on her so that she doesn't lose control. I'll stay in your rented house for a few days."

Xie Chun dug out the key he had asked for from her before from the system space and packed the computer on the table.

Jiang Jinhua was stunned: "What is this for?"

"As long as we maintain proper social distance, I still won't hang around in front of her and stimulate her in the past two days."

"All right."

Jiang Jinhua watched Xie Chun pack his things and go out, then put on his pajamas and went to Su Xingruo's room next door.

Su Xingruo was sitting quietly by the bed, looking out the window in a daze.

She just feels bored now, so bored that she doesn't know how to chat with Xie Chun or what to do with him.

It was obvious that she had gotten what she wanted and the person she longed for, but the thoughts in her mind were getting weirder and weirder, and she was always under various pressures.

Jiang Jinhua walked up behind her and gently carried her to the bed: "Don't think too much, just take a nap and you'll be fine."

The easiest way at this time is to ask Su Xingruo to call and mention the breakup, and then she will be completely free.

You will no longer feel the pressure from love, and you will still be able to live the kind of relaxed, past life in the future.

Thinking about it carefully, this may not be bad, at least she is happy.

and!

In this way, Master Jinhua can legitimately ascend to the throne!

Win-win!

She hugged Su Xingruo gently and planned to talk to her slowly about this matter tomorrow morning.

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...

Since it was still early, it was only eight o'clock in the evening, Xie Chun drove to a bar by the Lucheng River.

Although he said that this matter had no impact on him, no matter how much he thought about it, he could not achieve the level of feeling calm.

As long as there is a start, it is inevitable to fall into it later. If I had known at the beginning, I should have refused more firmly.

Fortunately, the problem is not that big now. It's just a night of drinking and some sleep.

Tomorrow the sun will still rise from the east as usual.

The bar was quite lively. Xie Chun found a seat at the corner of the bar, took out his bank card from his wallet, and ordered a long cocktail.

Sitting in a bar is actually a way to dispel boredom. There are all kinds of people to observe.

In the past, when Xie Chun was stuck on the weekly schedule, he would sit in a bar in a daze, occasionally carefully listening to what people at other tables were saying, and then checking his phone. Time passed quickly.

It is also helpful for changing your thinking and relaxing your mood.

The bartender at the bar didn't see anything about Xie Chun's appearance as a wealthy person, but the black gold bank card he threw out to pay the bill showed that his identity was not simple.

So after Xie Chun drank four cocktails in a row, the bartender briefly chatted with him for a few words. After confirming that his conversation was extraordinary, he gave him a shot and introduced:

“Here’s a new whiskey that’s arrived at the bar, you can try it.”

Xie Chun drank the 30 ml small cup in one gulp: "Did I make a mistake? The foreigner next door saw it and thought I couldn't afford it!"

"No, no, no, they're all the same."

"What do you mean, everyone is the same? Who can drink with such a small amount? Let's get a big cup, one cup for each person!" Xie Chun took out the bank card.

"You... are drunk, do you need me to call a cab for you?"

"No, I have a car."

Xie Chun held a large glass of whiskey and took out his mobile phone to call for a driver.

He felt that this was all he drank today, and his head was a little dizzy. He wanted to go back and take a nap.

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"Good morning, it's January 2nd, eight o'clock in the morning, the weather..."

Xie Chun, who was in a state of confusion, pressed the screen of his mobile phone casually, and the alarm clock stopped abruptly.

Monday is an extremely tragic day for any social animal, especially for Xie Chun, who had a little drink the night before.

After struggling on the bed for dozens of seconds, the human body's instinct to stay in bed finally defeated the fear of going to work.

work? Shit.

Xie Chun turned over, hugged the soft body on his side, found a comfortable position and prepared to fall asleep again.

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