Help, I've become a paper man

Chapter 337 Poverty

Listen! What kind of words are these?

Zhigui didn't react much, but after listening to them, Ying Rushi laughed out loud without waiting for the two to continue talking. Her brows and eyes relaxed, and a clear smile appeared on her face.

Their attention was instantly drawn, and they turned their heads at the same time, in unison, to look at Ying Rushi.

This person did not feel embarrassed under the gaze, but still covered his face with his right hand, blocking the left half of his face, blocking Song Yi's gaze, and asked:

"How do you like it?"

Song Yi didn't understand what was said and didn't want to pay attention to it. He just turned his head to look at Zhigui, waiting for his boss's answer.

Zhigui did not disappoint him. He was originally looking at Ying Rushi, but as soon as he caught his gaze, he turned around and responded to his gaze, smiling and saying:

"You must like it. My cooking skills are excellent, not inferior to Yan Changyue's spear skills. If you are not used to the food here, you can eat with me, but you have to pay for your labor."

Song Yi ignored the second half of the sentence. He was attracted by the key words first and asked subconsciously: "Yan Changyue used a gun?"

He had never seen this before. When he heard about this, Yan Zhichun appeared in his mind at the same time. Although he was holding a gun in his hand, he was standing there giving orders to An Xiaochun, as if he was holding a scepter or some other decoration.

The deterrent power does not lie in the weapons at all, if An Xiaochun is not considered a "weapon".

As soon as the thought came to mind, Zhigui laughed, and Ying Rushi followed closely behind, laughing so hard that they put their hands down, revealing their happy faces. This made Song Yi even more confused, as he didn't understand the humor of these two people.

But it didn't have much impact. Out of kindness, in order to prevent the two people from laughing too much and spitting saliva on the food, he took action in advance, selected a plate, and brought it forward to himself. While waiting for the answer, he did not forget to hold it and start eating.

After a few seconds, Zhigui calmed down and said to Song Yi: "I'm sorry, we just remembered some happy things, which happened a long time ago. Yan Changyue was not very old at that time, and she was not as unlucky as she is now."

At this point, even though no one was talking, Zhigui suddenly paused and turned his gaze to Ying Rushi. When he spoke again, the smile on his face faded, and he suddenly went from being excited to quite disappointed. The contrast was quite obvious, which made Song Yi even more curious.

He said: "Yan Changyue is in poor health. He has been unlucky since he was a child. When he was young, he was constantly injured. His mother is the head of the Yan family. If nothing unexpected happens, the future heir will be between him and his younger brother."

"If you are not suitable for practicing physical skills, you can only change direction. At least you need to be able to protect yourself. Now when people talk about Yan Changyue, they will call him 'the lucky boy' to those who are not familiar with him."

"It means 'the bullets he shoots will always fall where he wants'."

"In fact..."

Zhigui only said half of his story before looking at Song Yi, pausing his narration and waiting for his reaction.

Song Yi did not disappoint, and immediately followed up on the other party's words, saying: "In fact, it's just the opposite. In order to hit the target, he needs to pay more."

There will be no possibility of failure.

So that you won’t be affected by bad luck.

Only then can we hit the target and achieve what we want...

Whether before or now, even if Yan Changyue takes back her soul and Song Yi is no longer trapped in the power of the contract, he will still favor Yan Changyue again and again and feel distressed for her.

"Have you known each other since childhood?" Song Yi asked.

He felt sorry for Yan Changyue's past, but why did he know what had happened? Why did he know so clearly what had happened? Why did he feel depressed?

Seeing some of Zhigui's previous behavior and Zhigui's current words, he really couldn't take it calmly. It was hard not to doubt the friendship between them.

But this was very strange, as if something had arranged it in advance, but he couldn't confirm whether this person was Yan Changyue, Zhigui, or something else.

Just guessing gave him a bad feeling, and he would have to check it out before he could feel at ease, but...

Zhigui said: "How is it possible? Look at this place, and think about the Yan family. To be fair, we know each other now, which means I have worked hard enough."

"He is the hope of the Yan family. As for me, I barely survive, listening to the stories of geniuses, looking up at the moonlight, and then waiting for the big man to be in a good mood, so that I can pick up something good, maybe food or clothes. Don't even think about it. He thinks too highly of me."

Zhigui spoke cheerfully, not feeling ashamed nor trying to hide it. In fact, as he spoke, he slowly regained his smile with a hint of pride.

If he was telling the truth, judging from the plot of the comics, in this world, most of the "civilians" living here not only have their living standards not guaranteed, but their lives as well. On this basis, Zhigui has his own territory.

Of course, Ling Zhi also had it, but how to say it, it was hard for Song Yi not to associate it with the comics, where he saw a fight between a sister and a brother, and Yan Changyue called her "sister". By analogy, Ling Zhi's opening was not bad either.

Looking back now, when Zhigui walked out the door, people called him boss, and his fighting skills were not bad either, which should be something to be proud of.

Song Yi thought of this and nodded, saying, "You are quite amazing."

As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere froze again, with a hint of awkwardness.

But swear to God, he was not being sarcastic, but was being sincere. After all, he had his guesses made and there was an emotional basis. He always felt that that month might be that month.

Just like before when I was facing a colleague and had a little more trust in him, but when I heard that the other person not only had more knowledge than me but also had many hidden secrets, I couldn't help but start talking. The only thing I didn't say was "Brother, I admire you, but I'm a little jealous."

On this basis, Ying Ru raised his hand, broke the silence first, and explained:

"Zhigui is indeed amazing. I am his childhood friend. We used to live together. It was even harder than it is now. The three of us lived in a wooden house and had to squeeze together all year round."

"Because it's made of wood, there are big gaps. It rains in the summer and snows in the winter. It's always damp and cold. I only have one set of clothes, so the musty smell is the lightest among all the odors."

"In this situation, Zhigui is the one who is dreaming. We brothers should wake him up first, and then go out to find food together. Damn, what is his level? He dares to say 'we can do this too' when he sees the eldest son of the Yan family!"

"In the end, he actually did it."

Ying spoke calmly, and even when he was talking about suffering, his tone was gentle. It was filled with Song Yi's imagination of a successful person reminiscing about his setbacks. That kind of calm and relaxed atmosphere, as it spread, still surprised him for a moment.

Apart from the previous "Liu Ruyan" cosplay, Ying Rushi has never lost face again. He even swore just now, which was tantamount to Lu Zhishen dancing an incisive dance. The difference in style is really too big!

After Song Yi swallowed, he found his voice and said, "Then he is quite powerful."

The plot twists and turns, and then another, this sentence again, and silence for another two seconds.

Ying Rushi said leisurely: "You two are both very capable. Yan Changyue made the right choice."

Isn’t this “brainless chuunibyou*2”?