“I’ll go up and check the sign, then sleep soundly.” Having not rested well last night, it was only six o’clock, and Hao Yunyang couldn’t help but yawn, mumbling to himself as he climbed the stairs. If he had paid a bit more attention, he would have noticed that the dormitory manager’s door was open, with a dim light inside.
“Account q123456… password w123456…” Sitting in front of the computer, he entered an easily memorable account and password, clicked login, and after the page refreshed, Hao Yunyang was surprised to find that the number next to the username’s light bulb had changed from 1 to 17.
Unable to contain his curiosity, he moved the mouse to the yellow light bulb and clicked gently.
“Congratulations on winning the bid. The project fee has been transferred to your account. Please check.”
“Congratulations on winning the bid…”
“Congratulations…”
“…” Staring at the long string of bid winning notifications, Hao Yunyang sat blankly in front of the computer for a full three minutes!
“One thousand two, one thousand four, one thousand seven, eight hundred, one thousand…” Counting on his fingers, calculating the numbers in the backend mailbox back and forth, Hao Yunyang suddenly realized and grinned: “Wow, it’s nine thousand three again. There’s four thousand in the card, which means I’m finally a millionaire?”
The sudden good news was like a giant carrot that knocked Hao Yunyang out. Without noticing the blinking number eight next to the private mailbox, he closed the laptop and jumped off the chair, full of spirit: “Thirteen thousand three, send five thousand home, give my sister a thousand for pocket money and a phone, buy a phone for dad and send it back, renovate the house when I go home at the end of the year, then find a wife and have a chubby baby…”
“Wife!” Hao Yunyang froze, then sat on the bed edge with a sigh: “Zhao Chenxin, oh Zhao Chenxin, where are you?”
Chapter Twenty-Five: Arguing Reasonably
Woke up and it was already dark!
Rubbing his eyes and sitting up, looking at the pitch-black sky outside the window, Hao Yunyang turned over and sighed sadly: “Long, lonely night, lonely on the bed. A man without money is sad, a man with money is lonely…”
Hao Yunyang now feels very lonely!
