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If the landlord Zhao Fei is the supreme emperor in this semi-old dilapidated building, then Mu Fatty is the main supervisor in charge of all specific affairs. He is not only responsible for helping Zhao Fei collect rent, water and electricity bills, but also responsible for repairing circuits, water pipes and other fragmentary matters.-79xs-Every resident will inevitably have to deal with him more or less, but to be honest, Wang Jianren is the only one who has a relationship with him.

In fact, Wang Jianren has only been moving here for a year and a half. Compared to some old residents who have been here for four or five years or even ten years, he is still a newcomer. Only he can have some friendship with this fat man. Wang Jianren thinks this is due to his unconventional magnanimity and broad mind. This fat man's "nature" is a bit strange. He almost never talks and chats with others except for necessary business. He just answers such as um, oh, and so on. Most people feel that he is "yin, cold and dull." In addition, he doesn't see him going to work or work, nor does he have any friends to interact with him. He stays at home all day and will hardly go out if he doesn't need to work, just like a super otakus who is autistic.

Others stayed away from this monster-like creature, but Wang Jianren visited several times after moving it. At the beginning, it was because it was said that this creature usually accumulated a large number of l and eleven-eighteen forbidden in his hands. He had the idea of ​​getting closer to copy some of it to appreciate it. However, after a little contact, he found that this fat man from Mu was actually very different from ordinary fat otakus. The sound of Brother Mu was not called because he had to borrow money, but it was indeed sincere.

"Do you have to pay for the rent? At least one quarter. That's one thousand yuan, and borrow another thousand is two thousand." Fatty Mu still didn't look back. He kept typing on the keyboard and chatting about QQ. From time to time he also sent out one or two dynamic expressions with a very 'sex' expression, as if only one-tenth of the 'energy' and attention were enough to deal with Wang Jianren. "The money is fine, but the conditions are still the same as last time. You have to feed my cat before you pay back the money. If there are any other chores in the building, you have to help me do it. You will be 30 yuan a day. If the chores are heavy, it will be counted as fifty yuan a day, what's the matter?"

This is actually just a disguised work for Fatty Mu. [Fast updates, refreshing website pages, few advertisements, I like this kind of website the most, so I must give a good review] Fortunately, the work address is in the residence point, and there are not many things, so it is a bit troublesome except for feeding cats. Wang Jianren, who has already been mentally prepared to be down-to-earth, gritted his teeth and nodded: "Okay, no problem."

"Well. Then let's decide, take it." Fatty Mu still didn't look back, but reached out and took out a hundred pieces wrapped in a roll from his pocket and threw them back, which happened to fall next to Wang Jianren. Wang Jianren picked it up and counted it. It was just one thousand. He couldn't help but scream: "Wow, Brother Mu, have you prepared for it? How did you know I want to borrow a thousand?"

"Last time you lost your job and had no money to eat, didn't you borrow a thousand yuan? This amount is not big, and there is not much psychological pressure for you. It's enough to save some time."

After thinking about it, Wang Jianren suddenly said, "Then I actually want to borrow two thousand?"

"It's okay." Fatty Mu reached out and took out a roll of money from his pocket and threw it over. "It seems that you are prepared for a long-term war of resistance."

"Damn. Your old man is so imaginative that he is a bit like a wise man. And your style black-framed glasses are so suitable. Unfortunately, you are a little fatter. Why don't you splurge those geniuses with IQ 20 and trick a few ill-dead "female" fans into bed and play." Wang Jianren couldn't help but sigh again, thought for a while, and said, "Then do I actually want to borrow three thousand?"

"Thirty thousand is gone. If you have three thousand, you may dare to take the money and escape." Fatty Mu finally turned his head and gave him a blank look. Under his 'chaotic' hair, there was a chubby face, with a lot of fat-shaped acne on it, and there were oil stains and snack residues on his mouth. It looked like a standard 'fat' and 'meat' otakus, with only a pair of black-framed glasses very agile. "Also, I advise you to read less online brain-dead novels. Really, why can you predict things with an IQ of 20, that's why IQ is 20, I don't know what IQ is."

"Where is it, Brother Mu, you underestimate me too much. It's just three or four thousand yuan. Am I the kind of person who has no principles and no loyalty? Infinite flow is no longer popular now. Systems, data, etc. are hot. If you don't read more seasonal online articles, you will not be able to keep up with the times."

Wang Jianren was a little angry at Fatty Mu's words, but he also secretly estimated that if it was the worst case, then 10 million would be a failure in this life, he would not be able to find a job, and he would not be able to borrow money anymore. This huge sum of 4,000 yuan was really a bit unbearable for him. It was not impossible to escape or something.

Thinking of this, his vest couldn't help but feel a little cold sweat. Although he had confidence, placing all his hopes on life on one thing really made people feel worried and worried. He scratched his head and looked at the generous back of his head turning around and continued to focus on typing on the keyboard and chatting about QQ. He couldn't help asking: "Brother Mu, you said...what is going on if a person dies when he shouldn't die?"

"What do you mean?" Fatty Mu replied casually.

"It's this..." Wang Jianren carefully considered the words. "It's just that a person tells fortunes and his life shouldn't have died, but he died. What does this mean?"

"That's the fortune teller who calculated the wrong thing." Fatty Mu still answered casually.

"...But that fortune teller is very famous. Many people offered him a high price to ask him to do it without missing out..."

"There are many scammers nowadays. If you don't do anything in a day, you can have more than ten text messages from scammers."

"Is this...it is it possible that this fortune teller did not calculate the wrong thing? It was that person who died wrong? That is to say, there are other sudden force majeure, such as a mysterious killer or an alien traveler..."

"I said I'll let you read less online brain-dead novels..." Fatty Mu sighed. Although he still didn't look back, he could hear this sigh and distributed at least 30% of his attention. It can be seen that he was still a bit serious. "If you continue like this, I won't dare to lend you money. One day you suddenly figured out that you would go across time and go to jump off the building and get electrocuted. Isn't I losing all my money?"

After hearing this, Wang Jianren suddenly didn't dare to ask "chaotic" on this. After thinking about it, he asked again: "Then let me ask another question about dreams. Someone dreamed of a snake that was originally wrapped around her waist and made a belt, which suddenly became extremely huge and bit all the familiar people around her into pieces. What does this dream mean?"

Fatty Mu just finished a long conversation at this time, waiting for the reply from the other side. After hearing this, he finally turned his head and said, "This is a 'female' dream? Is it a girl you guy go to fool again?" He frowned slightly and thought for a while, but shook his head: "I won't tell you what this dream means."

"Why?" Wang Jianren was shocked.

"This is not a good dream. If you know, you might blackmail them... Even if you don't blackmail, you will probably not be able to help but talk nonsense when you know others. Also, the 'female' who can have such dreams is not suitable for you, so don't think about it." Fatty Mu shook his head, picked out a ball of booger and stuck it under the computer desk. At this time, the beeping sound of QQ sounded, and he immediately turned around and looked at the screen.

Wang Jianren stood there and scratched his head, touched his chest, grabbed his butt, then held his face with both hands and rubbed his face for a while, and let out a few breaths. He opened his mouth but still said nothing, his eyes rolled around, looked at Fatty Mu's thick back, and finally just said: "Okay, Brother Mu, thank you for your emergency. I will feed your cats to you from tomorrow. I'll go back first."

"Well, help me bring the 'door'." At this time, a long beeping sound on the computer, and someone actually asked for it from a video. Fatty Mu picked up the headphones with a microphone and put them on, and waved to Wang Jianren casually.

Wang Jianren turned around and walked out, helping Fatty Mu close the big "door". It seemed that for ventilation, the smell of fermentation of the food residues in the house was dispersed. Fatty Mu never closes the "door" as long as he was at home. And because he had confidence in the public security of this dilapidated old building, he would not close it even if he went out. The only situation where he had to close the "door" was video chatting with people online. Liu Sanwa and others had also vaguely heard it in the corridor. In private, they suspected that Fatty Mu was doing something that was popular with otaku, but unfortunately he could not verify it.

Walking down from the upper floor step by step, Wang Jianren felt that his waist was much straight and powerful. First, the two hardened hundred-dollar bills in his pocket gave people an extremely secure feeling. Then, at a deeper level of "spiritual" spirit, he felt one step closer to that ten million. Although it might be just one step in a hundred and eight thousand miles, it was still a solid and decent step in the end.

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