A few people froze, looking at the chaotic scene in the small phone shop.
"What the hell?"
After a while, Yuan Zhengchuan came out. Seeing a few familiar faces at the door, he couldn't help feeling a bit awkward.
"Everyone's here?"
Speaking, he handed Xie Zhihao a hundred and didn't say much else, waving his hand and turning to leave.
"What's he up to?" Lin Dong looked at the latter; they were all in the same class, or used to be.
Just after school, they witnessed such a dramatic scene.
Xie Zhihao scratched his head and explained.
"You know these small phone shops by the street. They don't turn on the lights for years, and they'll swindle an old man when they get ahold of one."
"He made an agreement with the old man, after refunding money, he got nine hundred, and then, you know."
Lin Dong: "???"
Sun Zhicheng: "....."
Yang Qiming: "What, part-time jobs are this intense? Aren't you afraid the shop owner might, you know, grab you all?"
