Chapter 957

Xia Wanyuan turned his head, and not far away stood a small, thin boy who looked only about 15 years old

Xia Wanyuan always has the habit of keeping cash in his bag, so he takes out a hundred yuan and hands it to the young man. The young man reaches for it, but he has no intention of leaving. He still stands in the same place and looks at Xia Wanyuan carefully.

"What's the matter?" Xia Wanyuan asked softly,

"Sister, can you lend me half a million?" The young man bit his lips and his eyes were dim,

"Hey, girl, don't believe him. I know the child lives in the neighborhood over there. The house price is 100000 yuan per square meter. His father works in the canteen of Qingda. He says that the child likes to surf the Internet. Don't be cheated by him." Next to the stall of the uncle see Xia Wanyuan hand is 100 yuan, for fear that she is too kind to be cheated.

"I'm not. I'll pay it back." The young man clenched his fists, lowered his head and suppressed his voice,

"Half a million, what do you take back? Miss, don't pay attention to him. His father says that the child is mentally ill. He squats at the door every day to borrow money from others. What's the use of such a lot of money for a child

It seems that the young man can't stand such humiliation. He clenches his teeth tightly and his face turns pale with cold. He looks up at Xia Wanyuan. He knows Xia Wanyuan and the man beside him is very rich,

This is his last hope.

"Get in the car, it's so cold," he touched Xia Wanyuan's cold hand, and Jun Shiling took her into the car,

Looking at the door being closed, the boy turned and left,

After so many days, he has been used to such scenes. After all, who would lend him 500000 yuan for no reason.

"Wait a minute," Xia Wanyuan's voice sounded behind him,

The young man turned back in surprise and looked at the snow like eyes of SHANGXIA Wanyuan,

Xia Wanyuan handed him a check, "there are 600000 in it."

The young man reached for it, his eyes full of disbelief, "I'll give it back to you."

"Good." Xia Wanyuan nodded and closed the window,

The boy looked at Xia Wanyuan's car in the same place and gradually left his sight. Then he looked down at the check in his hand and suddenly ran quickly with an excited smile on his face,

The old man who set up a stall at one side looked silly, "can it still be like this? How can there be such a stupid rich man. "

In the car, Jun Shiling touched Xia Wanyuan's head, "do good every day, madam."

"You see that, too? That kid doesn't look like a liar. "It's obvious that people who are not poor in other people's mouths are actually reed wadding in the corner of their damaged clothes. Looking at the bulging clothes, they can't even count as cotton padded clothes. No wonder they look very thick, but they freeze like that.

Junshiling doesn't comment. He's not a compassionate man, but Xia Wanyuan does,

On the other side of the city, the skinny boy took out the money, left a hundred yuan note in his pocket, and put the rest in a bank card,

Out of the bank, the boy went to the slaughter market and bought an extremely sharp knife for killing pigs.

The next morning, as soon as Xia Wanyuan arrived at the gate of the Qing Dynasty, he saw police cars coming in and out, and people around him were talking,

"The child is said to have run away after killing his father. The police have been looking for him all night and haven't found him yet."

"What a grudge it is. It is said that more than 200 knives have been stabbed. When they were carried out, they were not in shape. Ouch."

"Well, don't look at Lao Li's usual honest appearance. My nephew, who is a policeman, said that he was a tough guy at home. His daughter-in-law asked him to be beaten and disabled, and the child usually suffered a lot of beatings. I think he can't bear it any more. Alas, he is also a miserable man."

Hearing the public's comments, Xia Wanyuan inexplicably remembers the young man who looked rebellious yesterday. He shakes off his mind and walks into the school gate.

After the meeting in the morning, when Xia Wanyuan came out of the school again, the police car had already left. It was said that there was no trace of the boy.

At this time of the sea, the young man hiding on the deck of the cargo ship sensed the salty smell outside, and finally secretly relieved that he had escaped from China.

Thinking of his mother who had broken his arm, the young man secretly wiped his tears,

But the animal had been settled by him. The house left by the animal belonged to his mother, and he left 600000 cash to her. According to her frugality, the rest of her life would not be worse than now.

Through the deck, the young man secretly looks at the blue sky outside, thinking to himself that when he makes money abroad, he will pick up his mother.

However, under the deck, he did not know that this freighter, in the name of delivery, was actually engaged in human trafficking for a long time.

In the cabin, countless Chinese who dream of making a fortune do not know what kind of purgatory they will be taken to.

Above the deck, Jess is respectfully talking to Yuqian on the phone,

"King, we've brought a boat of people from China. We'll be at f island the day after tomorrow."

"Well." While looking at the living creatures under the microscope, Yu Qian listened to Jess's report, "bring the younger ones directly back to me to do experiments, and sell the others to sea sharks."

"Yes Jess replied respectfully.

"The video you brought back?" Destroying the specimen on the stage, Yu Qian stood up and took off his gloves,

"Yes, I've brought back all of Xia Wanyuan's videos and videos."

"Well," Yu Qian said no more and hung up.

Jess looks at all kinds of video materials in the box with doubts. He can't figure out what Yuqian thinks,

After returning from China, Yu Qian watched Xia Wanyuan's video lessons and occasionally listened to her albums when she was free,

Jesborne thought king had taken a fancy to this beautiful Chinese woman, but later all kinds of signs showed that king was not a man who would have sex at all.

His eyes, only empty cold, no trace of warmth.

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In China,

In the afternoon, it was still the Chinese literature exchange meeting. When Xia Wanyuan came in, he obviously felt that the hostility of those people in Nancheng university had deepened,

Xia Wanyuan picked eyebrows, she seems to have done nothing? How to pull hatred again.

What Xia Wanyuan didn't know was that the delegation of Nancheng University originally wanted to book a hotel for themselves with the school's business trip fund standard, but he didn't think that qingdadi was located in the center of the city and adjacent to the Financial Street, and the hotels around were so expensive that if they stayed far away from the hotel, they couldn't get to the school on time for a meeting.

People have to pay for the price difference, or they can only live in the guest house with poor environment.

The teacher of Literature Department of Nancheng University prides himself on being lofty and thrifty. This time, for no reason, he spent thousands more to book a hotel. Everyone blamed Xia Wanyuan for all the mistakes. When he saw her, he thought of the thousands of yuan he had wasted,

Looking at Xia Wanyuan's bag, the discerning teacher knew that this bag was worth the hotel they stayed in for many days. He was unbalanced in his heart. "Teacher Xia is really rich, isn't this bag cheap?"

"It's a limited edition. It costs hundreds of thousands." Before Xia Wanyuan spoke, a teacher had answered for her,

"Oh, so rich, I don't know how much I have contributed to the school?" Lin Yu looked at Xia Wanyuan in disgust. One bag was only a few hundred thousand. There are so many poor people in China. How many years has this bag been enough for others,

"Of course, I have money. My contribution to the school, Mr. Lin reminded me," Xia Wanyuan looked at Lin Yu, hooked his lips, and looked at President Yang standing beside him. "President, this year, the jun family donated five billion yuan."