Chapter 8: : Loans and emotions

"Okay, I won't send you up, go to bed early, isn't it going to start class tomorrow?"
"Please, college eh, how can you be so nervous in high school, by the way, I want to eat fried pancakes for lunch tomorrow."
"Can't you eat in the school cafeteria!"
"No, I want to eat at home."
Hu Feng sighed, "Don't you have any other friends, please bother them?"
"This is just the beginning of school, I just met a few, not very familiar."
"Come on, my hard days seem to continue for a while ..."
Hu Mingjing sniffed Hu Feng, and suddenly looked serious.
"Hey, what I said to you in the car just now, you really should think about it. You can't always be a delivery boy for a lifetime."
Hu Feng also put on a serious expression, "Sorry, I think about it every day, but where does the money come from? Without the principal, what can I do."
"We have known each other for so long, and I can borrow it when I say ..."
"Stop it, first of all, we have only known each other for more than a month, and second, I know that you little rich woman is rich, but I still don't have the idea of ​​hitting your money."
"Death to face and suffer, then you can try a loan."
Hu Mingjing glanced at Hu Feng and vomited his masculinity.
She ’s not stupid, she ’s not really stupid all day long and does n’t think about anything. On the contrary, Hu Mingjing is very clever, but she chose to use such a naive and stupid way to communicate with the outside world. get along.
This is not surprising, after all, the kind of innocent girl who is pure and innocent from the inside to the outside, in today's society, it is estimated that only go to kindergarten to take luck.
Hu Feng nodded, "Loan is a way, but if I really made up my mind to go for a loan, then I have to improve the business plan in advance."
Said, Hu Feng shook his head again mockingly.
"One more point, I don't have a room or a car. Why should people trust me for a loan? I'm willing to give it to me. I just take my life to mortgage, and people can't look down on it."
Hu Mingjing did not answer directly, but thought for a while.
"Oh, don't think about it so much. You can go back and refine your plan carefully. No one can say for sure about the loan. In case a boss gets his brain into the water and wants to lend it to you, right. "
"Pair a pair of yarns, okay, the elevator is here, walk around, walk around ... by comparison."
Seeing the elevator door open, Hu Feng pushed the chick in.
Turned around and left immediately, it was not too late at this point, the subway was still running, and it was too late.
He admits that Hu Mingjing's idea of ​​instigating himself to start a business has made him fiercely heartbeat again. His dream when he first came to Shenzhen was once again ignited.
Although his university is a media major, Hu Feng does not want to start a media company. The city already has too many competitions of the same type. If he wants to do it in this industry, it is no different from the poor and white background. Yu Zhiren said dreams.
Hu Feng has self-knowledge, and the nonsense that the spirit poison chicken soup propagates has dreams and perseverance will succeed, he has long ceased to believe.
This is the case with society. It only raises a handful of successful people and promotes it as an example. The chicken soup also uses this.
And most of the losers, their only ending is buried at the bottom of the unknown, no one will know their experience.
Do it yourself, just do something just needed.
As for white or gray, I do n’t care much about it now.
Sitting on a somewhat empty subway, a familiar pain struck again. The burning sensation brought by the dark green flames filled the spirit of Hu Feng.
The severe pain even caused Hu Feng to have hallucinations, maybe not hallucinations, and it is not clear now.
It was a dark green diamond-shaped crystal suspended in a vacuum, and the fierce dark green flames were burning around and inside the crystal.
In the flames, there seemed to be a pair of eyes looming, staring straight at Hu Feng.
I. . . It's the dark Titan. . . I. . . It was Sargeras. . .
There was a whisper in the crystal, which seemed to come directly from Hu Feng's heart.
Rushed back, the boundless pain dissipated instantly, and Hu Feng sat on the subway and gasped.
The second time. . . If it can be called accident once, then now. . . I definitely have a problem.
What the hell? You are good, and the style of direct painting has changed suddenly? The same as the protagonist in the online novels I have read?
Is this the real world? What about it? What about playing infinite horror?
As for seeing a psychiatrist or doing an examination, Hu Feng never thought about it.
Let me say that I am not willing to spend the money first. I will say that in the present situation, if there is any variation in what I am really doing, I will not be dragged to the mysterious relevant department for slice research.
But. . . That would give Lao Tzu some gold fingers or something! Light comes from pain and hallucinations to have a fart!
In addition to gaining a lot of debuff status, he has no other benefits? Make trouble! Is there such a protagonist!
The dark green flame crystal that I saw in the illusion just now is still clearly visible in my mind. It seems that this memory is directly imprinted in the spirit of Hu Feng.
An idea emerged spontaneously, maybe I could start my own. . .

The next day, UU reading books www.uukanshu.com Hu Feng still got up as usual, put on his work clothes, and started a new day's meal delivery career.
Lunch was still taken to Hu Mingjing's house to rub the air conditioner, but the somewhat inexplicable friend relationship between the two remained stable.
However, I used to have lunch every day, and then slowly became a few days later.
Hu Mingjing met a group of new friends of the same age on campus, so many times he would not go home to eat at noon.
Hu Feng was also happy to see this, at least he told himself so.
Of course there will be a little sense of loss, but it is reasonable to say that people are just an ordinary friend of yours.
Isn't that the enthusiasm of the little girls like this, come and go quickly, when everything is flat, the two sides can calmly treat such a relationship, whether it is friends or lovers.
At noon that day, Hu Feng walked slowly out of the dumpling restaurant he had been to, lit a cigarette, and was ready to continue taking orders in the afternoon.
The ringtone of the cell phone suddenly reminded me, somehow, Hu Feng even had some expectations that Hu Mingjing bothered him.
People are really cheap.
But it was a strange number, Hu Feng did not know.
"Hey? Which one?"
"Hello, may I ask Mr. Hu, this is X-Commercial Bank, I am Manager Li, do you need a loan?"
Hu Feng was stunned for a moment, and the ghost messenger replied badly.
"Yes, I need it."
No matter what this bank finds itself because of what it does, it offers loans on its own initiative, so this opportunity must not be given up.
Maybe their brains are really flooded, maybe. . . Hu Mingjing?