Quick Wear: But I just want to be a little transparent

Chapter 55 The Thief's Professionalism 22

Song Xun glanced over and was slightly shocked.

The price tag clearly says 5999.

Life is over?!

Song Xun tugged at Zhang Weisheng's sleeve from behind and pointed to the one over a thousand on the other side: "I just want this one."

The salesman's smile fell.

Zhang Weisheng didn't listen to Song Xun and handed the phone to the salesperson: "This is it, thank you."

The salesman smiled again: "Then I'll install it for you."

Song Xun almost thought that Zhang Weisheng had decided to lie down and go home to inherit his property. Six thousand yuan, according to current living expenses, would last for four months.

Song Xun realized what he was thinking and quickly stopped the thought. Why should he worry about these things for Zhang Weisheng? He was obviously the one who most hoped that Zhang Weisheng would return to the Song family because he had no money.

The moment he got the phone, Song Xun had a very unreal feeling.

Then Zhang Weisheng took him to the business hall to apply for a phone card.

Zhang Weisheng added his fingerprint to the phone, and considerately changed the input method to handwriting.

Song Xun glanced at Zhang Weisheng and changed the input method back to twenty-six keys.

In fact, he didn't even plan to set a password.

It was already seven o'clock in the evening when I finished all this and it was completely dark.

Song Xun loved this phone so much that he never put it down even when it was time to eat, and installed all kinds of commonly used software on it.

Zhang Weisheng knocked on the table: "Don't look at your phone while eating."

Song Xun was quite obedient and put his phone upside down on the table. He would only take a look at it after eating a few bites. He was satisfied just by seeing his brand new phone.

It was ten o'clock in the evening and the phone was still in his hand.

Zhang Weisheng glanced at him and emphasized: "I'm going to turn off the lights."

Song Xun nodded readily, and the light of his cell phone was still flickering after Zhang Weisheng turned off the lights. Finally, Zhang Weisheng couldn't stand it anymore and forced him to turn off his cell phone.

Only then did Song Xun settle down and go to sleep. It was unclear whether he was expressing his resistance to Zhang Weisheng or being unhappy. He turned over before going to bed, turned his back to Zhang Weisheng and did not speak.

It may be that Zhang Weisheng's attitude has been too gentle recently, which caused Song Xun, who usually has no temper, to become angry. He even began to accuse Zhang Weisheng of being too overbearing in his heart, completely unaware that the light from his mobile phone would also affect other people's rest.

Zhang Weisheng stared at Song Xun's angry back and frowned, wondering if he was too indulgent.

He bought a cell phone for Zhang Xiaoqi just so he could contact him at any time. During the more than ten hours he spent looking for Zhang Xiaoqi that day, Zhang Weisheng thought, it would be great if Zhang Xiaoqi had a cell phone.

Instead of letting Zhang Xiaoqi become addicted to the Internet world.

When Song Xun woke up in the morning, he found himself rolling into Zhang Weisheng's arms again. He glanced at Zhang Weisheng, and finding that he was not awake, he quietly rolled back to his own position.

Song Xun clearly remembered that he slept facing the wall last night.

While thinking, Song Xun turned on his phone again.

During the following period of time, Zhang Weisheng stayed at home, fiddling with something on the computer all day, and didn't even go to his part-time job.

No one in the house has any source of income, and they are completely living off their savings.

Song Xun didn't care about these things. He just wanted Zhang Weisheng to lie down.

However, when Zhang Weisheng is at home, he will control the time Songxun spends playing with his mobile phone, which makes Songxun a little depressed.

A few days after he complained silently, Zhang Weisheng started going out more frequently, and sometimes came back smelling of alcohol.

Zhang Weisheng's absence gave Song Xun a lot of independent space.

After Zhang Weisheng went out that day, Song Xun started to play with his phone while lying on the bed. After two hours, the page froze and showed no network signal.

When Song Xun first got the phone, he forgot to connect to the broadband, and his phone data had been used up long ago.

He got out of bed and walked around with his phone, but it was useless.

After Song Xun put down his phone and spent an hour bored, he decided to call Zhang Weisheng and said in a not-so-righteous voice, "The internet at home seems to be broken."

There was a lot of noise coming from the other side, as if there was more than one person.

Soon, Zhang Weisheng's steady voice came over.

"Oh, it's not broken, I turned it off remotely."

Song Xun couldn't catch his breath and stared at the phone without saying a word.

"Any thing else?"

Song Xun said angrily: "No more."

The call was hung up by the other end.

Perhaps because he was angry, Song Xun rarely had the urge to go out and relax.

When someone tapped his shoulder from behind, Song Xun, who was easily frightened, trembled in fear.

"I finally found you. I thought something happened to you."

Song Xun turned around and saw Guo Tong with an excited look on his face.

When he was sick and was taken in by Zhang Weisheng, he did not have the chance to tell Guo Tong. Later, every time he went there, he never saw him, and the matter was dropped.

But Song Xun didn't expect Guo Tong to come to him on purpose: "I'm sorry, I left without telling you."

Guo Tong waved his hand: "It's okay, as long as you're okay."

He asked again, "Are you going somewhere?"

“Just wandering around.”

"I happen to be free, why don't we go together?"

Song Xun hesitated at Guo Tong's enthusiastic invitation. Guo Tong scratched his head and continued to persuade him, "I know a fun place. It's fine anyway. Let's go together."

After being invited twice in a row, Song Xun felt embarrassed to refuse and had to nod.

The place Guo Tong took Song Xun to was an arcade. There were a lot of people there, and even the lottery shop next to it had a long queue.

Song Xun just took a look, and Guo Tong thought he wanted to go, so he pulled him forward to line up. Song Xun was panicked for a moment and was surrounded by the crowd.

Guo Tong patted him on the shoulder: "It's okay, maybe you can win."

Song Xun wanted to say something, but seeing how interested Guo Tong was, he gave up.

The line soon reached two people.

Guo Tong paid for both people. Song Xun slowly took money out of his pocket and reluctantly handed it to the boss: "One scratch ticket is enough."

After that, he turned to Guo Tong and said, "No need, I have money."

Guo Tong touched his nose and could hear a hint of pride in Song Xun's tone.

Song Xun didn't have much hope for something like lottery which was based on luck and probability, so he couldn't hide his expression when he scratched off the coated area and saw the symbols inside.

After finding out that he didn't win, Guo Tong turned to look at Song Xun. Seeing that his eyes were wide open and his fingers were trembling with excitement, he instantly believed that Song Xun had won the jackpot.

He also got excited and asked impatiently, "How much did you win?"

Now, the boss also looked over, stared at Song Xun with bated breath, guessing the approximate amount. He thought that it had been a long time since he had given out a big prize, and he would have to put up banners and set off firecrackers to promote the event.

Song Xun, who was immersed in excitement and joy, finally looked up, which made the two anxious. He was so excited that he couldn't express it in words and said to the boss, "Can I redeem the prize directly? I won 500!"

The boss scratched his ears. It was far from what he expected. "How much did you say?"

"Five hundred!" Song Xun was afraid that he had heard it wrong, so he almost stretched out his five fingers in front of the man.

Guo Tong and the boss had similar reactions. He quickly took Song Xun's lottery ticket and saw that it was indeed five hundred. However, he still managed to smile at Song Xun and said, "Five hundred is not bad either."

"It is very good." Song Xun corrected him.

That's a full five hundred, not fifty dollars, nor five dollars.