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Sa Shuang was standing downstairs at home, wearing a pair of white t-shirts, jeans trousers rolled over the ankles, and a pair of clean new sneakers underneath. Seeing Chen Rouen from a distance, he waved vigorously.

"Senior Sister!" He ran up to face the wind, like a high school student who just got off the field.

Chen Rouen was carrying the big bag, cat food, cat comb, and cat litter box, and he took it over: "You can get it when you come, buy anything."

"You don't need to come down," Chen Rouen shook her hands, "It's not like I haven't been to your house before."

"How many times have you been here?" Sa Shuang smiled at her, "I have to come down to pick you up."

Going upstairs and entering the room, there was a small "meow" from the kitchen. Chen Rouen followed the sound, and saw a small cardboard box under the dining table, rustling.

Sa Shuang told her that she had picked up a cat, but she didn’t know how to raise it, and asked her to take a look. She squatted down beside the cardboard box with her skirt on. Inside was a fluffy ball of fur, snow-white, without a single stray hair:” Did you pick this up?"

"Ah," Sa Shuang took out the cat litter and cat food, and cleaned them up in the living room, "it's the garbage station in front."

Chen Rouen held up the kitten and looked at it. It has pointed ears, blue eyes, and a beautiful pale pink nose. Its paws are curled up obediently, and there is not even a spot on it: "How much did you spend to pick it up?"

Sa Shuang was busy packing his things without distraction: "It's not expensive, three thousand and eight."

After speaking, he came to his senses, pushed the things in his hand to the ground, and pinched his forehead.

Chen Rouen hugged the cat and kicked his ass: "What's wrong with you?"

Sa Shuang looked up pitifully: "I heard you tell Sister Hong the other day that you like cats..."

"Who doesn't like cats all over the street," Chen Rou'en asked him, "If I like cats, you can buy them?"

Sa Shuang raised his neck and stammered a little: "You like... let's buy it."

"Come on," Chen Rou'en sat down on a chair, "The regiment is very busy, so there is no time to take care of this."

"I'll raise it." Sa Shuang sat down next to her, "You can come and see it when you have time."

Just as they were talking, Chen Rouen sent a WeChat message, it was Wen Jiuye, who posted a video of the recording studio, and then asked: Are you free, I will ask my assistant to pick you up?

Chen Rouen likes the recording studio, and she mentioned it to Wen Jiu, she and Ru Yizhou went to record a song before, and she never forgot it, and was about to reply when Sa Shuang came over and said sourly: "Sister, can we just ignore him? "

"Don't tease me." Chen Rou En turned sideways, she had to concentrate on Wen Jiuye's wechat words, delete, delete, and edit eight hundred times before she could reply.

Sa Shuang said with a bitter face, "What's wrong with him?"

Chen Rouen asked back: "What's wrong with him?"

"He..." Sa Shuang couldn't speak, and after dawdling for a long time, he muttered, "He is quite old, with this place and that place, unlike me leaving you a clean body..."

"Go away," Chen Rouen made him feel sick, goosebumps stood up all over his body, "You put away your innocent body, I don't want it."

"No, sister," Sa Shuang snatched her phone, "Tell me the truth, is Wen younger than me, cuteer than me, and nice to you!"

Chen Rouen pretended to be angry with him: "Give me back the phone!"

Sa Shuang's jar of vinegar has been brewing for a long time, and today he finally knocked it over: "No!"

Chen Rouen was a little annoyed, not because he delayed her reply to Wen Jiuye's WeChat, but because this kid has grown up and dared to snatch her phone, "Okay, Sa Shuang." She put down the kitten and stood up, "You and Jiu Grandpa..."

"Isn't he just taller and more handsome than me!"

Chen Rouen added: "He is richer than you!"

Sa Shuang doesn't care about money, and he doesn't believe that Chen Rouen cares about money: "What is money, is it important?"

"Money is not important," Chen Rou'en said, "But a man who has no money and still looks down on money, do you feel very proud? Sa Shuang, you are just a kid who hasn't grown up!"

The word "not grown up" made Sa Shuang stunned. Chen Rouen snatched the phone from him, turned her head and walked towards the door: "I just realized that you are like those trolls on the Internet. Girls like handsome ones. You say they are superficial. I like rich people, you say worshiping money, what kind of people do we like, a loser who achieves nothing?"

Snapped!She opened the door and went out, speaking a bit harshly, but her temper got up and she couldn't hold it back, angrily, she walked to the side of the garbage station in the community, when her phone rang, it was Wen Jiu who also sent a "?"

Chen Rouen originally wanted to go to the recording studio, but after such a quarrel with Sa Shuang, she lost all mood, and replied hastily: Thank you Jiuye, I have something to do today, so I won't go.

She left in a fit of anger, and Sa Shuang felt unhappy. He walked around the litter box on the ground several times, hugged the kitten, and went back to the house to turn on his bone-gaming machine to access the dark net.

Log in to the Warring States Red Forum, Lagrange is online, and he goes up and asks: Teacher La, how old are you?

There was a long silence over there, and they typed out a line: Chicken Feather, we hit it off.

Yan Lingjia:?

Lagrange: But I'm a man.

This time Sa Shuang was silent.

Lagrange: I don't engage in online dating either.

Yan Lingjia: Get lost.

Lagrange: Then you ask how old I am!

Yan Lingjia: Do you have a girlfriend?

Lagrange: ? ? ?Could it be... are you a woman?

Sa Shuang had a mouthful of old blood stuck in his throat, and tapped on the keyboard: Don't worry, I'm not even interested in you.

Lai Xiaoxing frowned in front of the computer. The person on the opposite side of the screen was Sa Shuang. He was sure that "Yan Ling Jia" was a word with a very low frequency of occurrence, and "Warring States Red" was the same. Such rare two words appeared at the same time. In one person, the probability of a similar coincidence is almost zero.

Lagrange: So do you have a girlfriend?

Yan Lingjia answered irrelevantly: I was rejected.

Lagrange: ?

Chen Rouen said he didn't grow up, Sa Shuang was not convinced: I think I'm immature, do you have any experience in this field, do older girls think too much?

Older?Later, Xiaoxing and Sa Shuang met once, and tried to recall whether he had mentioned such a girl that day, when the other person suddenly asked: You said if I sold all the coins in my hand, how much can I exchange for it?

I go!Lai Xiaoxing's eyes almost popped out of their sockets. He was referring to Warring States Red, the mainstream virtual currency with the fastest rising value in the international market: Are you crazy, chicken feathers!

Yan Lingjia is the moderator of Warring States Red in China, the actual controller of the global trading platform, and the creator god in the legend of this virtual universe. He thought of quitting, and the most likely result of Xiaohong is diving !

Lagrange: As long as you click the transaction button, Warring States Red will face collapse.

Yan Lingjia: Really, is it so serious?

Lagrange: Xiaohong's current volume is still limited. For accounts like Yanlingjia and BD, a small transaction will attract the attention of the whole community. If large-scale cashouts will definitely cause panic among holders , followed by market shocks.

Sa Shuang created Zhan Guohong, but he knew nothing about the financial logic that arose from it: Xiaohong is just my game, she makes me happy, but...

Lagrange: But what?

Yan Lingjia: I can't play games forever.

Just like what Chen Rouen said, a kid will grow up, and a kid will become a man sooner or later.

Yan Lingjia: I want to think about the real world, and I have to make my sister look down on me.

In a blink of an eye, Lai Xiaoxing remembered that there was indeed a girl older than him beside Sa Shuang. Probing, he typed the name: Chen Rouen?

When these three words jumped out from the black and red background of the Warring States Red Forum, Sa Shuang was stunned.

Lagrange: Do you like Chen Rouen? ? ?

In the boundless network like the ocean, a small unknown arrow hit Sa Shuang's bullseye. His first reaction was fear, and he just wanted to pretend to be a fool, when he sent a sentence: Seriously?Are you taller than her?

Fuck!Sa Shuang's tantrum came up: I have grown two centimeters this year, and I am already as tall as her!

Lagrange: But bro, girls look taller...

Sa Shuang was furious: Is it that important just one height!

Come to Xiaoxing to think about it: the value of appearance is also...

Sa Shuang patted "convex" and then typed the next line: Teacher La, who are you?

Lai Xiaoxing was inexplicably excited, about to recognize his relatives, and the man with the number one Zhan Guohong account, his fingers were about to fall to the keyboard, when the screen of a computer next to him flickered slightly, he looked over subconsciously, his eyes fixed.

Yan Lingjia: What about you, have we met?

Lagrange: Chicken Feather, are you already selling it?

Yan Lingjia: What are you selling?

Lagrange: Little Red!

Lai Xiaoxing stared at the price comparison of Zhan Guohong against the US dollar on the computer: Xiaohong is falling!

Sa Shuang frowned, and immediately slid his chair to look at the computer next door. On the Zhan Guohong trading platform, the number of transactions increased sharply.

Lagrange: Can you be honest with me, are you trading anonymously?

Yan Lingjia's reply was quick and certain: No, I swear.

Lai Xiaoxing believed him: OK, I will go to the boss.

He left his seat, the computer screen behind him was still for a few seconds, and slowly typed out a name: Come to Xiaoxing!

Kuang was in the office on the third floor, and Duan Xiaojun was sitting opposite him, with a glass of wine in front of each other, without moving.

"Daishan's skills are amazing." Duan Xiaojun flicked the cigarette, Zhengcai's road was blocked, not only blocked, but also changed from a friend to an enemy, stretching his teeth and claws in front of Aine.

Kuang Zheng admits that Daishan is playing well, and Zhengcai's capital pool is enough to turn Aine's takeover battle into a "money shredder". He needs a lot of money: "We only have bd."

Duan Xiaojun stared at him: "Have you thought about it yet?"

bd is the second largest account after the founder. Once it starts to sell off, it will inevitably cause the depreciation of Zhan Guohong, and a large number of accounts, including Wanrong Zhenhui and Ruyizhou, will experience a short-term asset shrinkage.

If you win, the money may rise back.

If you lose, everyone will go bankrupt together.

Nevertheless, Kuang Zheng nodded.

"Okay," Duan Xiaojun said happily, "bd is the joint account of me and Bonnie, I'll convince her..."

"Boss!" Someone knocked on the door suddenly.

Hearing the voice was Xiaoxing, Kuangzheng put out the cigarette: "Come in."

Lai Xiaoxing hugged a notebook, closed the door cautiously, glanced at Duan Xiaojun, and said nothing.

Kuang Zheng waved his hand, meaning it's all right, let him talk.

Lai Xiaoxing looked tense, and turned on the laptop screen: "Someone is shorting Warring States Red."

(1) bit: The smallest storage unit of data.