"Ding dong! You have a new Meituan takeout order, please process it in time!"
The ear-piercing beep of the mobile phone shocked Wang Hong, who was lying on the dormitory bed with his body stretched out.
He slowly touched the second-hand fruit machine with a screen cracked into a spider web beside the bed, and squinted at it.
"The distance from the south gate of Linjiang University to Faculty Building No. 3 Is 1.2 Kilometers, and the estimated income is 4.5 Yuan."
"Tsk."
Wang Hong curled his lips with a look of reluctance.
It's my senior year. I've only had a few classes and I've already finished my thesis using AI. The rest of the day is spent either lying in the dormitory or delivering food outside.
Roommate Li Jian came out of the bathroom and couldn't help but feel happy when he saw Wang Hong looking like he was dying.
"Hong'er, are you here to work again? I said you are also a great person. You are the only one in our dormitory who insists on delivering food to seniors. What are you doing?"
Wang Hong turned over and replied lazily: "It's money, otherwise what are you doing? Do you think everyone is like you, who after graduation go home and inherit two buildings and become a tenant?"
Li Jian chuckled, came over and handed over a cigarette: "Don't say that, I don't care about you. Your goal of one million has been saved for several years, where is the progress bar now?"
Wang Hong took the cigarette and took a deep breath. The smoke rings he exhaled were filled with a sour smell.
"Forget it, the progress bar? I think it's garbled. After four years, after taking into account food, drinks and tuition, I have saved less than 50,000 yuan. One million, maybe in the next life."
He said this with his mouth, but he was making calculations in his heart.
