But before he got off the car, Wang Feng suddenly thought of something. "Uncle Yao, can you lend me 1,000 yuan? I just got back. I don't have any money on me."
"Holy sh*t," the driver laughed as he heard him. What a poor guy! He didn't have any money at all.
From the moment he entered the army, Wang Feng had nothing on him but his clothes. Now he was back, he still didn't have any money or a cell phone.
"Xiaowen, give him 1,000." Yao Yuan said. And the driver replied immediately, giving Wang Feng the 1,000.
"Thanks, Uncle Yao, I'll pay you back later," Wang Feng said, smiling as he raised the money in his hand.
"It's okay. Even though I'm not so rich, you don't have to pay me back. Go ahead. Just do what you need to do." Yao Yuan laughed.
"Okay, see you next time." Getting out
