Liang Zheng laid on the bed and stared at the ceiling. He felt that if he didn't groan a few times, he would die.
He was about to be angered to death by the Zhang family. They were extravagant and stingy!
He was also a junior, yet his uncle treated him like an outsider. Not only did he not want to give him some pocket money, he even said something like "earning money is for your child to spend."
It was obvious that he didn't treat him as one of them.
The more Liang Zheng thought about it, the angrier he got.
He also thought about the pile of insightful suggestions that he had prepared for Zhang Huan to improve the management of the company. He didn't even give a single one!
The Zhang family's company deserved to get worse and go bankrupt sooner or later!
Liang Zheng finally calmed down as he imagined the Zhang family going bankrupt in the future.
He took out his phone and scrolled through it. He saw that a bunch of brand-new social animals were complaining in the group chat, reminiscing about their school days and childhood. After being beaten up in society, they finally felt how good it was to ask their parents for pocket money.
Liang Zheng saw the words "pocket money" and his heart felt uncomfortable.
He said in the group: "Do you know how much pocket money my sister gets a month?"
Because Liang Zheng was used to bragging in school, everyone jokingly called him "Young Master Liang." Hearing him say this, everyone asked: "How old is your sister?"
Liang Zheng said: "Primary school student, third or fourth grade, probably?"
Someone boldly guessed: "A thousand?"
"That's an exaggeration. My monthly living expenses in university are only two thousand."
"Can you compare with our Young Master Liang?"
"That's true."
"Young Master Liang, Young Master Liang, hurry up and reveal the mystery to us poor people. How much is it?"
Everything was afraid of being compared.
When Liang Zheng compared himself to the Zhang family, he would roll his eyes and kick the bucket. He couldn't wait to die on the spot. When compared to these ordinary people, he would be arrogant again.
He secretly sneered at these people's ignorance and said in the group: "Ten thousand."
"… F * ck!"
"Primary school student?"
"That's an exaggeration …"
Liang Zheng deliberately waited for everyone to sigh before adding: "This is because she's young and I'm afraid she'll spend money recklessly, so I only gave her ten thousand."
Sure enough, the group exploded again.
Someone questioned: "Old Liang, aren't you an only child?"
"Idiot, he must be talking about my cousin! The one who lives in a big mansion in K City! "
"Old Liang, Old Liang, do you need a cousin-in-law?"
"Scram! His sister is only a primary school student! "
Liang Zheng said, "This is only the younger sister. Her pocket money is given by my eldest sister. I don't even know how much pocket money my eldest sister has. "
Someone asked, "How old is your eldest sister?"
Liang Zheng said, "He should be in high school when school reopens. His grades are terrible, just like those second-generation hedonistic rich kids, just like mud. She even f * cking went to the best high school in K City. My aunt paid for her to go there. "
In Liang Zheng's eyes, all of Zhang Huan's money belonged to his aunt. Zhang Huan's company was his aunt's company. Zhang Huan's home was his aunt's home.
In Liang Zheng's heart, he and his aunt were close relatives. Rounding up, this could be considered his family's money, his family's company, and his … home?
In short, Liang Zheng did not treat himself as an outsider of the Zhang family.
It was just that he treated the Zhang family as his family, but the Zhang family treated him as an outsider. The more he thought about it, the more indignant he felt.
The person who said that he was an only child had been too busy recently to look at the group. When he asked about it, the other person took out the photos of Liang Zheng's mansions and luxury cars and threw them in the group.
That person's horizons were broadened. He kept praising and asked, "Then are you working for your aunt now? How much does she earn a month? "
This was simply rubbing salt into Liang Zheng's wound.
Liang Zheng was so angry that he wanted to say, "Don't mention it. She's so rich, but she's so stingy. She only gives me six …"
A monthly salary of six thousand. Now that he was interning, he was only getting half, which was three thousand.
Liang Zheng was typing in a fit of anger when he suddenly realized — how could he tell his classmates this kind of embarrassing truth?
Everyone thought that he was a Ferrari. If they knew the truth, would he, Young Master Liang, still have any face left?
Liang Zheng deleted the words he had just typed and wrote again: "My own aunt doesn't talk about working. It's just my family's company, and I'm just helping to manage it. I'm also embarrassed to ask for too much. One month … "
He originally wanted to write twenty thousand a month, but then he thought about it. Zhang Heling's pocket money as an elementary school student was ten thousand a month. Twenty thousand wasn't appropriate.
Then how much would be appropriate? He didn't know.
In the end, he thought that as an adult, his salary should be four to five times more than his cousin's pocket money … no, six to seven times more.
Liang Zheng gritted his teeth and wrote: "… Only seventy thousand a month."
The group exploded again. They all expressed their envy and asked if his aunt still needed a nephew, a son, or a pet.
Some even sent him a private message to ask him to help arrange a job.
Most of them asked what his current position was.
Liang Zheng replied proudly: "I'm just a director for now. If there's a need in the future, I'll tell you. My cousin is still young, and the company needs to be taken care of by his own family. I'm my aunt's only nephew, so I can't shirk this responsibility. "
The group was once again filled with praises, envy, and flattery.
The anger in Liang Zheng's chest finally subsided. After that, he felt empty again.
Although he lived in a big mansion (for the time being), his monthly salary was only six thousand. The BMW he drove was also the worn-out car in the house.
When his two cousins went out, they both sat in luxury cars that cost five to six million, and they even had chauffeurs with them.
The difference was too big. The more he thought about it, the emptier he felt. He hated that he was reincarnated as Liang Yingying's nephew instead of her son.
In his emptiness, he took out his laptop and opened a pornographic website. He found a pornographic film and started to masturbate while watching it.
After he was done masturbating, he washed his hands and felt thirsty. He opened the door and wanted to go downstairs to get some water. Coincidentally, Zhang Yansheng also walked out of his room and was about to go downstairs. The two of them met in the corridor.
Liang Zheng stared at her.
Tonight, because she was especially uncultured and didn't even listen to what other people had to say before leaving with a cold face, he didn't get to tell Zhang Huan his suggestions for the company.
Liang Zheng thought that he couldn't be nice to this unruly girl.
But before he could think of how cold he should be, Zhang Yansheng had already walked past him. She didn't even look at him from the corner of her eyes.
She treated him like air.
Liang Zheng: "…"
Liang Zheng was about to die from anger.
Zhang Yansheng had learned in her life not to get angry because of someone she hated. Why should she stare at a pile of shit and be disgusted? Just treat it as if it didn't exist.
Hearing the sound of footsteps, Liang Zheng followed her downstairs. He was probably going to find something to eat and drink.
Zhang Huan had already told him to rent an apartment. She estimated that he wouldn't be staying here for long, at most a month.
He was just a passerby.
Zhang Yansheng came back from the dead and cherished her youth very much. She would rather spend more time memorizing formulas than wasting time with Liang Zheng.
She opened the fridge and took a look.
The kitchen fridge stored vegetables, meat, and eggs, while the dining room fridge was filled with snacks, drinks, and the like.
Zhang Yansheng casually grabbed some snacks and drinks, then turned around and walked past Liang Zheng. The two of them looked at each other with disgust and didn't speak to each other.
Zhang Yansheng hugged the drinks and opened the bag of snacks. As she ate and walked, she thought … Would this person steal that watch again in this life?
If he wanted to steal it, he should hurry up and steal it. The sooner he stole it, the sooner he could call the police. The sooner he could enter the bedroom, the sooner he wouldn't have to worry about her.
Liang Zheng took a few cans of drinks and beer from the fridge and prepared to take them upstairs.
From the corner of his eye, he saw Zhang Yansheng hugging the snacks and walking up the stairs. She didn't even look back, so he boldly looked over.
Little girl. She hasn't developed yet, but her legs are quite pretty. He thought resentfully.
Carrying the iced drinks back to his room, he continued to look at the porn site.
There were many videos on the site that were secretly filmed. Perverted men sneaked in, installed hidden cameras, and secretly filmed couples in the bedroom. They also secretly filmed girls changing clothes, going to the bathroom, and taking a shower.
Liang Zheng watched with great interest.
In the bullet screen, a group of perverted men were still discussing the bodies of the victims.
Suddenly, someone asked: "I also filmed it. How do I upload it?"
Someone immediately told him: "There's' upload 'in the navigation bar."
Another bullet screen floated by: "Brother, how did you film it?"
That person replied: "Hehehehe, we're renting a house, so I installed a camera in the bathroom."
The group of perverted men, including Liang Zheng, who saw this bullet screen, all laughed knowingly in front of their screens.
In the bedroom on the third floor, Zhang Huan directly gave Liang Yingying a dirty look: "By next week at the latest, get your nephew to move out."
Liang Yingying smiled apologetically and said: "He's still a child and doesn't know any better. If he said anything wrong, please don't take it to heart."
Zhang Huan sneered: "He didn't say anything wrong. He just doesn't like our family."
Liang Yingying refused to admit: "How could that be?!"
Zhang Huan was too lazy to say anything to her. To put it bluntly, Liang Zheng's "dislike" was because he hated the rich.
He had seen many relatives who were envious of him and his family, but Liang Zheng was the first one who tried to control his family's spending. Liang Zheng's face looked as if he wanted to write: "If you have this money, you might as well spend it on me." It was indescribably disgusting.
Zhang Huan didn't know why, but he suddenly lost patience and tolerance for his "relatives." Maybe he didn't get along with his wife's nephew's aura.
Since that was the case, he said: "Anyway, I'll make it clear to you. I won't say it a second time. "He glanced at Liang Yingying and went to take a shower.
Liang Yingying was very angry.
Thinking about it carefully, this must be that wretched girl Zhang Yansheng's fault. She didn't know what she said to her father!
As usual, she woke up late. The next day, when she woke up and saw her son and daughter around Zhang Yansheng, she was furious.
She pulled Zhang Shuocheng over and scolded Zhang Heling: "Don't you have anything to do? If you have so much free time, go study! "
Before Zhang Heling could explain, Zhang Shuocheng broke free from her and said: "We've finished our homework!"
Zhang Heling hurriedly said: "It's true, we've finished our homework. Shuoshuo's homework, I've checked it. "Although there were a lot of mistakes, they were all corrected. But there was no need to say this to Liang Yingying, who was in a fit of anger. Anyway, she never cared about their studies.
What she often said was: "It doesn't matter. Anyway, you have more money than you can spend in a lifetime."
She sincerely felt that there was no need to work hard since they were already so rich.
She had already found them such a rich father. She didn't let them down.
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