"Did you buy it?"

Yan Jiecheng cried out. After all, he has been working for many years. Although he does not own a motorcycle, he has heard people say that a motorcycle costs several thousand yuan, right?

You must know that a bicycle only costs more than 100, but even so, there are not many families in their courtyard who own bicycles.

Fortunately for Zhou Chen, everyone was still thinking about having a bicycle, but he had already bought a motorcycle.

Yan Jiecheng stepped forward and looked at the motorcycle. It was dark, but he could also see clearly that the motorcycle was brand new. It was really a new car.

"Zhou Chen, you are amazing, amazing."

He didn't know what language to use to express his feelings. He was short of words and could only say a few powerful words in succession.

It’s hard not to admire him. He works longer hours than Zhou Chen. But look at Zhou Chen’s conditions, and then look at his conditions.

Zhou Chen now has three wing rooms in the courtyard, but he and his wife can only live in a room in the corner of the front yard. Zhou Chen has bought a motorcycle, so he can only ride a second-hand bicycle; Zhou Chen now has

He has already received the salary of a sixth-level worker, and he, forget it...

This kind of comparison between people is so irritating.

"so good."

Looking at the brand new motorcycle, Yan Jiecheng's eyes were shining. Most men like motorcycles, but for most people, motorcycles are an unattainable dream.

Now that his dream is right in front of him, how could he not be tempted.

"Zhou Chen, this car isn't cheap, it costs at least several thousand yuan, right?"

"It's okay. I asked someone to help me buy it. It's on sale."

Zhou Chen dealt with it casually and didn't want to say more: "I'm a little tired today. I'll go back to the house and sleep first."

"okay."

Yan Jiecheng reluctantly looked at it for a few more times, went to the toilet and came back, then ran to Zhou Chen's door and looked at it for a few more times before returning to the house with a sigh.

After returning to the house and going to bed, he couldn't fall asleep, so he pushed his wife Yu Li beside him.

"Yu Li, wake up."

After pushing a few times, Yu Li opened her eyes.

"What are you doing? You're not sleeping at this late hour."

"I just went to the toilet and met Zhou Chen. Did you know that Zhou Chen bought a car? It's not a bicycle, it's a motorcycle. A motorcycle."

Yu Li, who was still a little sleepy at first, suddenly widened her eyes when she heard that Zhou Chen had bought a motorcycle, her sleepiness was swept away, and she sat up abruptly.

"Can you say that again."

"Zhou Chen bought a motorcycle. It's not a second-hand one. It's a new car. I estimate that a new motorcycle will cost several thousand."

Yu Li's eyes widened even more. After marrying into the Yan family for more than ten years, she was also infected by the Yan family's traditions and became a woman who was good at calculations.

"A few thousand yuan? Are motorcycles so expensive? Where did Zhou Chen get so much money?"

"I've heard people say that a second-hand motorcycle costs a lot of money. It's still a new car, so it must cost several thousand dollars. As for where he got so much money, don't forget, he has been working for ten years.

Now his monthly salary is 80 yuan, plus he usually helps people see doctors, who knows how much he charges, so I don’t find it strange at all that he has several thousand yuan to buy a motorcycle.”

Yu Li thought for a while and nodded in agreement: "You are right. If you want to say who is the richest in our hospital, it must be Zhou Chen. Although the salary of the first uncle is also very high, it is a dead salary.

It's not like Zhou Chen who can make extra money; if we don't talk about anything else, just the food and drink conditions, there is no one in our courtyard who can compare with him."

"It's so rich."

Yan Jiecheng looked envious. If he was as rich as Zhou Chen, then... he couldn't think about it anymore.

That night, neither Yan Jiecheng nor Yu Li could sleep well.

Yan Jiecheng's mind was filled with the brand-new motorcycle in front of Zhou Chen's house, while Yu Li's mind was filled with money, money, money, and she wanted to be as rich as Zhou Chen.

When Zhou Chen opened the door the next day, he saw a group of people gathered around his door. No, it should be said that there was a group of people gathered around motorcycles.
Chapter completed!