Become a Master of Drawing False Hope in a Tragic Novel [GL]

Chapter 51

"Are fools rich?" Jiang Jiaotao asked hesitantly.

Bian Yingning: "?"

"Wrong!" Bian Yingning gritted her teeth, almost slamming the table: "In fact, I'm a penny-pincher. Do you know how much this bowl of beef intestines costs?"

The people around eating skewers: "?"

It was the first time they saw someone say the word "penny-pincher" with such pride.

"..." Jiang Jiaotao looked at the large bowl of something in the middle of the table. "Twenty or thirty?"

"Wrong again!"

"..."

"This bowl of beef intestines, the original price is a total of 32.5 yuan. Do you know how much I actually paid?" Bian Yingning leaned in mysteriously and whispered. If someone didn't know, they would think they were discussing some earth-shattering secret.

"...How much?"

"Thirty-two yuan!" Bian Yingning lifted her chin with great coolness, full of confidence.

"Cough..." Jiang Jiaotao wasn't drinking, but she choked on her own saliva.

"Cough, cough, cough... So what?"

"So?" Bian Yingning was astonished, then deeply distressed: "Don't you understand?"

Jiang Jiaotao was even more puzzled. What was she supposed to understand?

"For something that costs 32.5 yuan, I haggled with the boss to remove a zero, showing that I'm an extremely penny-pinching person. In your eyes, such a penny-pincher is considered foolishly rich. What does that indicate? It means you haven't figured me out!"

"And what does that mean?" Jiang Jiaotao was slowly sipping her drink, but her mind could only think of one phrase.

"A mother pig wearing a bra, one set after another."

"It means that relying on yourself to judge whether someone has money by trying to figure them out doesn't work. And what does that indicate?" Bian Yingning's serious and cautious demeanor seemed to be facing some important issue.

It meant she shouldn't have come to this meal.

She should have gone back and eaten a simple bowl of instant noodles on her own. At least that would have been peaceful and enjoyable, unlike now.

Even the Russian nesting dolls couldn't match your ability to figure people out.

In conclusion, Bian Yingning arrived at an important argument.

"—It shows that the idea of not wanting to make an effort to find a backer is not feasible." Without waiting for Jiang Jiaotao to respond, Bian Yingning solemnly brought up her main point.

Jiang Jiaotao was already bewildered: "Then what should I do?"

Bian Yingning decisively poured herself half a cup of cold tea. "Listen to me, relying on others is absolutely unreliable. Only by relying on yourself can you succeed in everything."

"..." After saying so much, it would have been better not to say anything.

Jiang Jiaotao lacked enthusiasm: "If you wanted to tell me these things, then you didn't have to."

Hearing this, instead of being discouraged, Bian Yingning pushed aside the plate of beef intestines on the table and grabbed the hand of Jiang Jiaotao, who was still holding a beer can.

Jiang Jiaotao glanced down, looking at their hands overlapping.

Bian Yingning spoke slowly and heavily, "Do you know why, despite being so frugal, I'm willing to spend so much money to learn dancing from you?"