chsdbacks Chapter 65 Teacher Wang Wants to Charge
Chapter 65 Teacher Wang Wants to Charge
Chapter 65 Teacher Wang Wants to Charge
The others also turned to look. Hu Yichong and his group smiled slightly, shook their heads, and left. Inside the room, people whispered, "Who's that?"
"I don't recognize him, but he looks like a Chinese person."
"Never mind that, let's hurry up and arrange the cards!"
"I'm hungry. After I finish this round, I'll go to the ninth floor to buy some fried dough sticks from Lao Fang."
Hu Yi walked into the elevator with his head down, feeling a bit deflated. He looked at three rooms in a row, and the conditions in each room were completely different from what he had imagined dormitory life to be like. The thought of living in such an environment in the future gave him a headache.
Back in the second-floor manager's office, Little Ma was tidying up the desk. Upon seeing him, he called out loudly, "Hmm, Anton—is that your name? How did it go? Did you find a room you like?"
"I don't like any of them," Hu Yi said with a wry smile. "I think—"
"No, don't think about anything right now." Little Ma smiled and gently patted his shoulder. "I have something to do. Come back tomorrow."
After a fruitless night of searching, Hu Yi returned to Building 6 dejectedly. School was about to start, and he needed to move out as soon as possible. If he couldn't find suitable accommodation in Building 10 by tomorrow, he would have to look at other dormitories.
After buying a bottle of Coke downstairs and taking a few sips, Hu Yi jogged up to the fifth floor and found his apartment door open. A tall, blond man stood outside with his back to the corridor, looking rather timid. At a glance, Hu Yi recognized him as Wang Shen.
Hu Yi hadn't seen Wang Shen for quite some time, so he was a little surprised to see him standing at his door. Then he heard Xia Yan say from inside, "—Management fee? What's a management fee?"
"What is it? Don't you understand management fees? It's just—" Wang Shen shook his neck, "You don't need to understand, anyway, paying it won't do you any harm. If you don't pay—hmph—don't regret it later when you run into trouble."
Hu Yi tiptoed up behind Wang Shen and suddenly patted him on the back: "What are you doing?"
Wang Shen was startled. He turned around and saw Hu Yi. He panicked and kept glancing behind Hu Yi. Seeing that Li Baoqing was not there, he calmed down a bit and blinked, saying, "You—what are you doing here?"
"I live here, haven't you forgotten?" Hu Yi leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed. "And you? What are you doing here?"
Wang Shen hesitated for a moment, but Xia Yan quickly answered, "Teacher Wang is here to collect the management fee, one hundred US dollars."
"Teacher Wang? One hundred dollars? Heh." Hu Yi sneered, "Tell me, what exactly is this management fee?"
"Ah, it's that—" Wang Shen feigned nonchalance, "Xia is a freshman, and nobody's helping him with the paperwork, it's quite pitiful. I just wanted to help him, but I can't do it for free, I have to give him a little something for his trouble, right?"
Xia Yan asked curiously, "Huh? Brother Yi has already taken care of all the school paperwork for me. Didn't I just tell you?"
"No! Well," Wang Shen said impatiently, "the fee is for easier management! Besides, you took our car from the airport to school yesterday, isn't it normal to pay a little fee? How can this kid be so inconsiderate!"
"Alright then, here's your fare." Xia Yan sheepishly pulled out his wallet: "Is three hundred rubles enough?"
Hu Yi stopped him, saying, "Ignore him! The car that picks up the students isn't his; even if he were to collect money, it wouldn't be his turn." He then turned to Wang Shen and asked, "Who sent you?"
Wang Shen let out a heavy sigh, looking at Hu Yi with a helpless expression: "Why are you meddling so much? Who is he to you?"
"Who is it? My roommate."
"Roommate? Where's that kid surnamed Li?" Wang Shen scratched his head. "Why are you still living in Building 6? Did you—not graduate from preparatory school?"
"Stop talking nonsense," Hu Yi coldly interrupted him. "Did Sixth Brother send you?"
"Is it—what's wrong now?" Wang Shen's eyes flickered, and he replied vaguely, "Of course."
Hu Yi stared at him and nodded: "Okay, I'll go ask Sixth Brother what this hundred-dollar management fee is for." After saying that, he turned around and left.
Wang Shen quickly chased after him, saying, "Hey! Don't go! Sixth Brother went home, he's not at the shop!"
Hu Yi stopped and turned around: "Okay, then I'll look for him again tomorrow."
"No, no, please don't." Wang Shen turned back to look at Xia Yan reluctantly, hesitating to speak.
Hu Yi gestured with his chin, indicating for Xia Yan to go inside and close the door, then asked with his hands behind his back, "What is it?"
"Well, Sixth Brother doesn't know about this; I haven't had a chance to tell him yet." Wang Shen forced a smile.
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Don't tell him, okay?
Hu Yi sneered and turned his head away. Wang Shen quickly added with a forced smile, "I didn't know Xia was your friend, otherwise I definitely wouldn't have asked him for money."
Are you short of money?
"You bet, I'm really strapped for cash!"
"If you need money, find a way to earn it. What kind of behavior is it to ask freshmen for money?" Hu Yi looked at him with disdain. "How many did you take? Hurry up and return them all!"
"No! Not a single one! Xia was the first one, and then we ran into you—" Seeing Hu Yi's disbelief, Wang Shen quickly explained, "The other freshmen were basically all brought in by Sixth Brother, how could I dare?"
Hu Yi didn't want to get involved in his mess and was speechless for a moment. Seeing that he was still looking at him awkwardly, he casually asked, "Why are you short of money? What did you do with it?"
Wang Shen's eyes, eyebrows, nose, and mouth were all scrunched up as he sighed, "I didn't do anything, I've just had really bad luck lately, I lost over six hundred playing mahjong this month."
"Over six hundred? In US dollars?"
"Yeah, right! Even getting food is a problem now."
"Serves you right! Who told you to gamble with money?" Hu Yi spat lightly, then suddenly remembered the mahjong game he'd seen in Building 10 earlier, and asked, "Where do you live?"
Building 10.
"Oh." Hu Yiping's expression softened, he took out a cigarette, lit it, and handed him one too: "I also want to go to 10."
"I live in building number [number], are there still many rooms available there?"
Hearing that he had changed the subject, Wang Shen was secretly pleased and quickly took the cigarette, replying, "Rooms in Building 10 are quite tight, not easy to find a place. It's a pity my room is full, otherwise—...hehe. How about I keep an eye out for other rooms for you?"
Hu Yi smirked, ignoring his comment: "I just went there. The manager showed me two rooms, but neither was ideal."
"Which administrator? Is it the tall guy with the tumor?"
"Yes, that's him, Maxim."
"Oh dear, that Tuozi is a real scoundrel!" Wang Shen shook his head repeatedly. "Tuozi especially dislikes Chinese people. He even made a rule in Building 10 that no three Chinese people are allowed to live in the same room."
Hu Yi asked curiously, "Huh? Why is that?"
"Who knows where this bad habit came from? I guess he wants to make things difficult for me so he can get some benefits." Wang Shen said indignantly, "Last year when I went to him to check in, he insisted on putting me in a room with two old black men. Later, I had to ask an old student in the building to take me to deliver two bottles of wine and say a few nice words before he reluctantly agreed to let me stay with the Chinese."
"Really?" Hu Yi pondered for a moment, "I don't necessarily need to live with Chinese people, as long as my roommates aren't too noisy and it's quiet."
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