I Don’t Want To Be Popular Chapter 894: I came to give you dumplings to eat, but you did that

Chen Chuan was lying on the sofa, wondering if just lying like this would be a waste of life.

But if every minute and every second is recorded, it should not be counted. After all, people are not machines and cannot work every day. Rest should be rest. In this era of information explosion, lying down and venting is a good way to rest.

People seem to have a value, called "patient value". Only by lying still and letting go can you slowly recover this value. Lying down, surfing the Internet, chatting, you can't recover.

Chen Chuan did a mental calculation, excluding the income created by all his industries.

In terms of just taking one "deposit", he has a lot of money in his account every day.

What kind of deposit is the 5 billion development fund given by the system in the [Huashan Town Development], which is stored in a separate account.

That money also has interest.

5 billion, in China Merchants Bank, the annual rate of this large-denomination certificate of deposit is 1.6%, which means that the monthly interest income is 6.66 million.

Because in Huashan Town, the relevant project funds have been paid in the early stage, so the 5 billion funds have to be kept in the account for a while. Deposit for half a year is 40 million interest, and deposit for one year is 80 million interest.

So, not to mention anything else, just this interest was recorded, let Chen Chuan lie on the sofa at home this morning, blowing the sea breeze, and enjoy the "empty" time without pressure.

The only thing worth worrying about is...it's almost noon, so I can study where to eat.

Buzz!

A WeChat message was sent.

Qing Wan: Coordinates!

Chen Chuan sent her the coordinates of his home and asked, "What are you doing?"

Qing Wan: Let me know the specific building number, and I will go to you to pay back the money.

Chen Chuan: Did you make money?

Qing Wan: Well, let's go over there.

Ten minutes later, the doorbell rang.

Chen Chuan opened the video call and saw a slender girl in a short plaid skirt and a black T-shirt under the unit door, with a box in her hand, standing there, it was Qing Wanwan.

Seeing her, Chen Chuan was touched.

I remembered the interaction with her in Rongcheng at the beginning of the year.

Chen Chuan opened the door and pressed the elevator for her.

After a while, the elevator doors opened.

Wanwan walked out of the elevator and said with a smile, "You haven't eaten yet, see what I brought you?"

"What?"

"It's delicious~" Wanwan walked in and said, "We just made the dumplings, but we haven't made them yet. Do you have a kitchen here, we'll have them in a while, and we'll eat them."

Seeing that she was in a good mood, Chen Chuan was in a good mood instantly, and asked, "Have you made money?"

"Well, I made a video of a self-driving trip, but on Haiqin's side, a holiday manor contacted me and asked me to make a video of their manor, so I did it. It was an advertisement. The other party paid me 30,000 yuan. I will give it to you first, and the rest will be paid back slowly." Wanwan said.

Chen Chuan smiled, he didn't value the 30,000 yuan. His 5 billion interest is 6.66 million a month and 220,000 a day. Moreover, he still has 3 million euros of island construction funds in his account every day.

"If you want to pay back the money, just transfer it to me, and use it for a trip." Chen Chuan said.

"I'm not used to transferring such a large amount of money online, besides..." Wanwan pondered.

"You want to see me, right?" Chen Chuan asked with a smile.

"No! Besides, I just made dumplings, my first time making dumplings, so I'll give you a taste." Wanwan put her hands behind her back, smiling like a spring breeze.

Chen Chuan previously lent Wanwan 1 million yuan, lent her a BMW X7, and later lent her 50,000 yuan. Wanwan also wrote a loan agreement. (Chapter 597)

"I pay you back the 30,000 yuan, and I still owe you 1.02 million yuan." Wanwan took out the loan agreement and said, "I wrote it down, I'll pay you back 30,000 yuan, now, this is the cash I took, You click."

Wanwan took out 3 stacks of red tickets from her copycat bag.

Chen Chuan let her put 30,000 yuan on the table, and looked at the dumplings and said, "You still make dumplings?"

"Well, Brother Zeng and Wang Meng didn't go to work today. We made dumplings specially to commemorate our one-month lease together." Wanwan said.

Chen Chuan frowned slightly, "Brother Zeng? Shared rent..."

"It's a shared tenancy. Wang Meng and I were college classmates and rented a second bedroom. Later, the landlord's son moved in and lived in the master bedroom, so we were roommates."

Wanwan said, looked at the house here, and said in surprise: "This is your home, a mansion, this is the kitchen, I'll make dumplings for you, just wait, it'll be fine in a while! There are cabbage and pork. The stuffing, there are fungus and shrimp, and celery and pork. The best-looking ingot-shaped dumplings are my masterpiece, and the flat ones are made by Wang Meng. The odd-shaped ones are made by Zeng Ge. Haha, he made them Isn't it particularly ugly?"

"Are you stupid?" Chen Chuan said.

"What's the matter?" Wanwan started the fire, took the tap water in the pot, and started to boil the water, ready to serve the dumplings.

Chen Chuan said: "In the "Loan Agreement" you wrote to me, didn't it say that you will not have too much contact with other people of the opposite **** within three years? You wrote it yourself, I didn't force you? If you didn't Then write, I don't bother to care what kind of man you are in contact with, and I don't bother to care about negative distance contact."

"It's just living together, which is equivalent to a shared tenancy. Zeng... Shi Peng said that he was not used to living with his parents, so he moved out and lived in his apartment. I didn't have any contact with him. ." Wanwan explained.

Chen Chuan didn't say more.

Wanwan was also silent, and boiled water in the kitchen. When the water boiled, she put the dumplings in.

The dumplings rolled up and down in the hot water pot, up and down.

Chen Chuan lit a cigarette in the living room.

Wanwan put down the dumplings and said, "That's right...Last night Wang Meng said that he wanted to eat dumplings, and then we decided to make dumplings this morning. Just that... Zeng Shipeng said that his work unit was not busy today, so he asked for leave. Also at home, helping to make dumplings. On weekdays, I didn't talk much to him."

Chen Chuan chuckled: "His house?"

"Well, his family has four houses and rents out three." Wanwan said.

"How much do you rent for a month?"

"Wang Meng and I rented the second bedroom for 2,200 a month. We shared it evenly." Wanwan gently fiddled with the dumplings in the pot with a slotted spoon, "Zeng Shipeng is okay, he has a serious job, not that kind of thing. Not reliable."

"The innocent landlord and the pretty tenant?" Chen Chuan said with a smile.

Wanwan also laughed: "What, I haven't spoken to him. I'm a pretty tenant, but I don't know if he's an innocent landlord~IndoMTL.com~Three minutes later.

Wanwan took out the dumplings, put them in a white jade plate, and brought them to the heat insulation mat of the dining table.

"Hey, try my craft, handsome apprentice. This is my first time making dumplings, my debut." Wanwan said.

Looking at the three kinds of dumplings on the plate mixed together, one of them was really ugly and oddly shaped. As Wanwan said, it was made by the man surnamed Zeng.

Chen Chuan picked up the plate and dumped the dumplings that had just come out into the trash can beside the table.

Wanwan's face changed, she stared blankly, her eyes instantly turned red: "What are you doing?"

"I don't like to eat the dumplings you make." Chen Chuan said.

Wanwan's lips trembled, but she didn't say anything. She packed her lunch box and walked out the door with her bag in hand.

Chen Chuan didn't stop her either.

Wanwan walked to the door, stood by herself, and hummed, "I was afraid that the dumplings would stick together, so I trot all the way, and even got a leg cramp."

"So what?"

"Why do you dump the dumplings I made for you? This is the first time I make dumplings, so you are like this?" Wanwan looked back at Chen Chuan.

Chen Chuan said: "Is it amazing for the first time? Who let some ugly things mixed in there, and I feel sick to my stomach when I see it."

"Then you won't pick out the ones that look good in my bag?"

"It's all mixed up, disgusting." Chen Chuan said.

"I'm leaving." Wanwan said sullenly.

"Walk slowly." Chen Chuan lit a cigarette.

But she said she wanted to leave, but she still stood at the door, holding the BMW X7 key that Chen Chuan gave her.

In addition to the faint smell of tobacco, there is also the breath of silence, and steaming dumplings in the trash can.

Looking at the slender white legs under her short skirt, Chen Chuan put out the cigarette and walked in front of her.

She pouted and hummed, "Why? Are you going to put me in the trash too?"