C1 A Year's Salary of Thirty Thousand

"Wei, my uncle gave me a chance to invest in the real estate. He invested two hundred thousand and earned a minimum of four hundred thousand in the first half of next year. Do you want to invest with him?"

"I've already taken care of the relationship. As long as you invest, you can get a dividend at the end of the year."

"What do you think?"

The excited voice of university classmate Zhu Zhigang came over the phone.

Wang Wei sat in the driver's seat of the taxi.

His right hand was casually resting on the edge of the window. Between his fingers, he was holding a half-burnt cigarette.

Outside, the wind was cold and the night was dark.

The interior of the car fell into a deathly silence.

"Hey, Wayne, are you listening?"

"Are you listening?"

Zhu Zhigang's questioning voice kept coming out from the phone beside his ear.

"Zhigang."

Finally, Wang Wei's voice was a little hoarse as he opened his mouth, "Two hundred thousand is not a small amount of money for me. Let me think about it, alright?"

"Sure, but you have to hurry up. After a period of time, the internal investment time is over and you won't be able to get any money."

"I still have things to do, so I'll hang up first. When I think about it, give me a call."

Then, a beep beep beep sound came from the phone.

"Two hundred thousand …"

Wang Wei raised his hand.

The cigarette at his fingertips was almost burnt out.

He finished the last of his cigarette.

Smoke came out of his mouth and was blown away by the cold wind outside the window.

The cigarette fell to the ground.

He slowly rolled up the window.

Ye Zichen skillfully stepped on the gear, hung up, and drove the car out, then left the place.

"… …"

10: 30 PM.

Within the city, a green taxi was shuttling back and forth between the crowded streets.

On the way home, Wang Wei picked up the old lady from the supermarket.

The old lady talked a lot, and started nagging as soon as she got on the car. "Master, you guys ran over to rent it. It should be pretty profitable, right?"

"Earning money..."

Wang Wei gave a wry smile, "They are indeed quite profitable. It should be around 20,000 to 30,000 yuan, right?"

"So many in a month!"

The old lady was surprised.

Wang Wei smiled bitterly and said as if he was mocking himself, "It's only a year's salary."

Twenty or thirty thousand a year.

In this era where things were flowing freely, it was simply a duckweed without a root in the deep sea.

The bustling city scenery outside the window and the desolate figure inside the car looked out of place.

"… …"

It was winter.

There weren't many people out for a taxi.

After the old lady left, Wang Wei drove home.

Bright Moon Bay sector.

It could also be considered a high-end residential area within the city.

However, the house was not his, but was rented from the landlord for over 4,000 yuan a month.

He drove the cab to a public parking space downstairs.

Stop the car and turn off the ignition.

He slowly took out a pack of cigarettes.

He took out a cigarette from the cigarette case and sniffed it. Then, he skillfully took out the fire engine and lit up the cigarette in front of him with a 'kacha' sound.

All of a sudden.

The car was filled with smoke.

"… …"

He finished the cigarette.

Wang Gang slowly got out of the car and took out the key to the apartment. He unlocked the apartment and got on the elevator to his home.

He pulled out the key. It was halfway in.

With a casual glance, he saw a pair of high-end man's shoes on the shoe rack near the door.

Wang Wei's movements froze.

Ye Zichen pulled the key out of the keyhole, then stood in front of the door with a bitter expression for more than ten seconds. Then, he turned around, pressed open the elevator door, and returned to the car.

He lit a cigarette.

After taking a deep breath, he exhaled the smoke from his mouth.

Then he took out his cell phone and called his wife. "Wife, I forgot my key. Can you open the door for me?"