——"Dad, the steamed bun fell off."
Three-and-a-half-year-old Lin Nuan stood on tiptoe, picked up the cold steamed buns that fell on the ground, blew the ashes, and handed them back to me.
I took a bite, chewing it until my teeth were sore, and the last balance reminder popped up on my phone:
[China Merchants Bank] Available balance: 3.28 Yuan.
At this moment, an electronic female voice suddenly sounded from the AirPods, cold, mechanical, but with a strange ridicule——
"Ding! It has been detected that the host is at a low point in life. Do you want to listen to the humiliation from 30 seconds immediately?"
I thought it was a marketing advertisement at the subway entrance and nodded subconsciously.
The next second, Wang Yu's voice came from the headphones, as clear as if it was sticking to the back of my ear:
"Hey, you can't even afford steamed buns, so why are you pretending to be a nanny?"
I looked up.
Wang Yu was holding a golden retriever and holding a Starbucks in his mouth. He passed by after 30 seconds. His eyes glanced at the steamed bun in my hand, and the corners of his mouth raised a familiar superior arc.
My whole body froze.
But at this moment, the daughter made up her mind: "Dad, is uncle laughing at you for being poor?"
I looked down at her. She was blinking, and there were still crumbs of steamed buns on her eyelashes.
At that moment, I didn't know whether to cover her mouth or drop the earphones first.
——The system reminded again:
"After caching, do you want to generate a 15-second short video with one click? It is expected to have 1 million+ views and an after-tax income of 8,000 yuan."
8,000 Yuan?
My overdue credit card bill of 210,000 yuan, the minimum repayment amount: 2,100 yuan.
I clicked on it by mistake——
