"I have my own bicycle."
"But why can't I buy another one?"
"Wasting a bike ticket is such a pity."
"I'm someone who works at a scrap station. I don't dare to hope that my job will get me a bicycle ticket."
"Even working at a mechanical factory, I can't get one." Although I look down on Zhang Yu, a woman working at a scrap station, but thinking about my own job, I can't get a bicycle ticket either.
"Besides, my current bike has been used for a long time."
Zhang Yu was determined not to exchange the bike ticket.
"But do you have money to buy it?" Hearing Zhang Yu insist on buying a bicycle, couldn't help but say.
Zhang Yule chuckled, "I don't have money now, but I've calculated it. If you guys pay me back, I can build furniture and also buy a bicycle."
"At the end of the month." Zhang Yu reiterated.
"No money." The thought of the money they'd repay being used to buy a bicycle for Zhang Yu just made them upset.
