C1 Orphan

"Auntie, I want to buy two steamed buns."

"The steamed buns were sold in the morning, but not in the afternoon." The canteen auntie looked at Chen Yang with disdain. Every time this poor guy came to the canteen, he would buy steamed buns. He never brought any meat or fried vegetables, so the amount of money in his meal card never exceeded two digits.

Chen Yang felt hungry and his stomach rumbled. He looked at the other dishes in the canteen window and then looked at the prices placed in front of the dishes …

"Hurry up, there's a queue at the back."

"Chen Yang, can't you go back and eat your compressed biscuits? Is the cafeteria a place you should come to? "

Chen Yang, who always wore only junior and senior high school uniforms, was a celebrity. Ever since he was reported by the student union about his glorious achievements of picking up trash next to the trash bin, all the students of Nanjiang University felt ashamed of him and wanted to step on him and punch him twice.

Chen Yang's knuckles turned white as he listened to the cold words around him. Without saying a word, he left the cafeteria with his head lowered.

Chen Yang was an orphan, but an orphan who had been arranged by an orphanage to study.

For others, the phrase 'knowledge changes fate' might be a famous saying, but for Chen Yang, it was the only chance and the only hope. Therefore, with his excellent grades, he repeatedly won scholarships as well as the guarantee slots for Nanjiang University. It was also because of his results that Chen Yang didn't have a single good friend in junior high, senior high or university.

Since he didn't have the money to live in the dorm, the school temporarily organized a small room in the library for Chen Yang to settle down. However, Chen Yang had to help the library organize books and clean up every night, and at 9 in the morning, there would be 10 yuan in his meal card as his reward for cleaning the library.

"Yang, you're back?" Old Man Wu, the librarian, was lying on a chaise longue, holding two walnuts in his hand, basking in the sun.

Every time Chen Yang came back, Wu Dai would greet him, but Chen Yang never responded and always walked in by himself.

However, this time, Wu Haoyuan suddenly sat up from the reclining chair and waved at Chen Yang, "Come, Yang, come. Uncle Wu has something good for you."

Chen Yang walked over woodenly. He wondered if this Wu Haoyu was also going to start teasing him.

Wu took the walnut and squeezed it with both hands. Surprisingly, there was a round copper coin with a beast's face and Guizhou grain inside the crumbled walnut crumbs.

Wu said mysteriously, "You have been suffering for 18 years, and it is time to give it your all. I'll leave this Taotie Swallowing Gold Coin to you, you must use it properly, don't let the money fool you. "

What a lunatic! I don't have more than ten dollars on me right now, how could I be distracted by money?

Chen Yang took the Taotie swallowing the gold coin from Wu's hands in a stupefied manner. He endured his hunger and returned to his room.

Nanjiang City, Ding Yang Tower's parking lot.

A private helicopter landed steadily on the tarmac, and the two sides of the tarmac were filled with burly black bodyguards wearing headphones.

A pair of long sexy black silk legs first appeared in the bodyguards' field of vision, followed by a small belly without a shred of fat and a perky butt wrapped in a black skirt. A woman in a professional OL suit walked out of the helicopter and stood aside respectfully. Her expression was very few, but her stunning appearance was enough to attract the attention of all the men present.

"Leng Ran, are you sure my cousin is in Nanjiang University?"

He touched the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose with his red lips and said, "Yes, Miss. His name is Chen Yang, and he's a student working at Nanjiang University."

"An apprentice?" The young lady inside the plane snorted disdainfully, "You really embarrass us Chen Family people. "Forget it, just let Uncle Fu come into contact with him. I really don't want to be with those poor bastards."

Ye Zichen nodded coldly to show that he understood and reached out to help the young girl in a dress off the helicopter.

The girl was called Chen Yanran, Richest Man and Chen Wangjing's niece.

Logically speaking, the childless Chen Wangjing should be the only legitimate heir to Chen Wangjing if she is ill in the United States. Who would have thought that at this critical juncture, Chen Wang Jing would say that he still had a grandson that was left behind, and this grandson was actually an orphan pauper of Nanjiang City.

It was impossible for Chen Yanran to not hate this poor bastard. She even suspected that Chen Yang was not related to Chen Wang Jing by blood. After all, Chen Wang Jing didn't even have an illegitimate child, let alone a grandson.

It was a good thing that the Chen Group had such a large business, and not just anyone could be the successor. Whether this Chen Yang could inherit Chen Wangjing's property or not would have to pass Uncle Fu's test.

Chen Yang, who had been starving the whole night, got up early the next morning and went to the cafeteria to buy two steamed buns to fill his stomach. Then, he came to the classroom and prepared to go to class.

Just as he opened the textbook and prepared to study it, a faint fragrance entered his nose.

Chen Yang raised his head and saw Class Rep Ann Qian, who was wearing a pink striped short-sleeved shirt and exuding the aura of a young girl, looking at him with a smile.

"Student Chen Yang, tomorrow I will organize a trip to Bodhisattva Mountain. Are you going?"

Ann Qian's smile was very sweet. Her black and white pupils were also very clear and lively. She didn't seem to look down on Chen Yang in the slightest. Of course, she knew that Chen Yang's family situation was difficult, but since she was in the same class as him, she had to come over and ask politely.

"I... I don't have time tomorrow. "

A natural answer.

Ann Qian didn't say anything, she just put a pen bag on Chen Yang's table and smiled, "This is a souvenir I made for everyone. Since you don't have time tomorrow, then take this souvenir."

This pen bag might not be exquisite to others, but it was perfect for Chen Yang. He picked up the pen bag in a fluster and said awkwardly, "I …" I don't have any money. "

Ann Qian was also embarrassed and quickly explained with a wave of her hand, "This souvenir is not for money, I gave it to everyone."

Zhang Guoguo, Ann Qian's best friend, could not bear to watch any longer. She pulled Ann Qian, glanced at Chen Yang with disdain, and said, "Poor bastard, your mind is full of money." Do you know that we, Ann Qian, have good intentions? Ann Qian, you too. I already told you not to be a good person, but you refused to listen to me. You've been busy for the past few days. "

"Guo Guo, don't say that …"

"Isn't it? This bag of yours was only given to him. How could anyone else have any souvenirs?