The main path of the campus where class hasn't ended yet is slightly desolate, with streetlights and moonlight blending, adding a touch of serenity.
The footsteps of a group of people broke this silence, as Cui Yu turned back to the teaching building, resembling a cage, and sighed about freedom: "It's amazing to stroll out at this time!"
Ma Shicheng walked in the center of the crowd: "Let's buy some fried snacks later, and then the brothers will get some drinks."
Although his words were quite ordinary, the few people listened attentively, especially Zhang Chi, who became envious after learning that Ma Shicheng earned two hundred thousand yuan by flipping old Samsung phones, and thought of hitting Xiao Shaoxiong, 'You fool!'
With an absolute gap, Zhang Chi put away his rebelliousness and sincerely asked for advice: "Ma Shicheng, I have a capital of 200 yuan, do you have a good way to help me make two hundred thousand?"
Cui Yu immediately said: "There is, brother."
"What?"
