“The bride price is 300,000 yuan, not a penny less!”
“I don’t care about money, I just want to know how important I am to you.”
“Also, you can’t put your mother’s name on your apartment. It must be transferred to my name.”
Deep City, window seat of Gray Whale Cafe.
Thirty-eight-year-old Jiang Qin looked at the marriage partner in front of him, and suddenly felt that her face was a little strange.
They met through a blind date and have been together for more than half a year. Because they are no longer young and have no time to delay it any longer, they have been discussing marriage recently.
To be honest, Jiang Qin didn’t have much feelings for her, and he believed that the other party had similar thoughts.
After all, he is now Bensi’s age. Is it still for love to marry a wife and have children?
I just don’t want to be alone forever…
However, he did not speak, but silently drank the water from the cup and looked out the glass case window, his ears automatically blocking the other party’s voice.
He thinks life is actually pretty fucked up.
Because his parents said that knowledge changes destiny, he studied hard since he was a child, thinking that he would be rich or distinguished in the future.
But it wasn’t until he got to work that he realized that he wasn’t even an ordinary person.
When he entered the workplace in early 2016, he was drunk by a table full of customers and ended up in the hospital. He was not able to see his grandmother who raised him for the last time.
In 2019, the project was hit by a thunderstorm, and he was forced to take the blame. He stayed in a rental house and ate instant noodles for five months, unable to distinguish between dreams and reality.
The job he got later was relatively stable, but it was far away from where he lived. He was so diligent that he had to urinate twice just to buy a car.
In 22 years, he finally bought a car, but he found that he couldn’t fill up the gas tank and couldn’t pee.
After he turned 30, he found that rents were rising faster than his salary, so he saved money desperately and told his parents that he wanted to buy a house in Shenzhen.
From that day on, there was no meat on my parents’ table.
But the down payment was still not enough, so his father kept it secret from him and went to Didi during the day to work and at night, which almost caused a brain congestion.
Is poverty really related to laziness?
Jiang Qin has been thinking about this issue over the years.
He felt that he had been diligent enough and fully worthy of his name.
But what about money?
Who made the money?