My Phone Can Swipe Money

On August 25, 2020, he just called a friend to borrow money. After being rejected, Tang Wen climbed to the roof of his community depressed.

"Wait, I asked Lao Tzu to borrow money for a sip of Brother Tang, and Brother Tang shouted, now I ask them to help, and they all pretend to be grandsons."

Tang Wen snorted a few times and opened a can of pineapple beer beside him. Pretend to drink it up.

"Hiccup, hiccup, hiccup." After Tang Wen drank half of the pineapple beer in one breath, he burped and then scolded, "What kind of **** is this Nima, and TMD flatulence."

"Hey" Tang Wen, who sighed, lay helplessly on the hot concrete floor, staring at the sky for a long time without saying a word.

Tang Wen, gender: male, hobby: being a rich man. In this era of economic downturn, he was born with a major in e-commerce and was not unexpectedly offered by the company.

In one month, all his savings of 1,360 yuan were completely consumed.

"Damn, I can't find a job this month, and next month I'm really going to beg for food on the street. I won't be so embarrassed if I don't buy this broken mobile phone." Tang Wen looked at the fruit XS, MAX in his hand.

Suddenly there is a sense of seeing through everything.

That's right, Tang Wen still has a deposit of more than 10,000 yuan, but because of this "broken mobile phone" of more than 8,000 yuan, he made it like this.

"I don't regret it." Tang Wen wanted to kill the culprit, but he still didn't have the courage.

Shaking his head, Tang Wen swayed and stood up. Just as he was about to reach out to pat the dust on his buttocks, suddenly the mobile phone he bought with his "hard-earned money" slipped forward silently.

"Fuck, I TMD my phone." Tang Wenwen bent forward and tried to grab the phone.

"This Nima seems to be on the 8th floor?" He didn't have time to respond. Then I heard a girl who was bathing opposite screaming at Tang Wen.

"Fuck, this Nima usually covers her tightly, but she didn't draw the curtains today."

"It's really big, it's really white..."

"bump."

Early the next morning, the TV station broadcast a news.

"Yesterday, a jumping incident occurred in the XXX community of our city. The deceased Tang XX, after losing his job, committed suicide by drunkenness in the XXX community. After being rescued by the doctor, he died on August 26, 2020 due to the ineffectiveness of the rescue."

"Nowadays, the unemployment of college students has caused great pressure on college students' hearts. The "Brick House" appeals to everyone to care for the physical and mental health of college students."

Of course, Tang Wen didn't know about it. Tang Wen, who fell from the upstairs, felt that he had fallen into a pitch-dark space. Although it was said to be pitch-dark, Tang Wen found that he could see himself falling all the time.

All this is indescribably weird.

Feeling that he was falling all the time, Tang Wen wanted to shout out. He was surprised to find that he couldn't do anything. Can only resist the drowsy consciousness.

"Fuck, where is this Nima?" Tang Wen, who was scolding a few words in his heart, felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier.

"Go to sleep, go to sleep, you won't know anything when you fall asleep." An abrupt voice suddenly sounded in my mind.

"Perseverance, persistence is victory." Before Tang Wen could react, another voice suddenly entered his mind.

Tang Wen, who was still struggling, suddenly discovered that a small white circle appeared in front of him.

Tang Wen, who had regained his sight, seemed to be holding a life-saving straw, desperately trying to get closer to the aperture.

As the aperture approached, Tang Wen's eyes were stabbed by the dazzling light and couldn't open his eyes.

As if a century later, Tang Wen found that he could breathe again. So struggling to open his eyes. The first thing that catches the eye is a whitish ceiling with an old-fashioned electric fan hanging from it.

Tang Wen looked sideways with difficulty, but it was a familiar and unfamiliar place.

"Fuck, why did I get here?" Tang Wen turned his head and looked at the whitish ceiling, his heart twitched.

This place is too familiar to him, and too unfamiliar.

"Mosquito, what's wrong with you? Have a nightmare? You didn't go to the early self-study class today, the old class is a little angry." A voice came.

After sitting up with difficulty while leaning on the iron railings of the bunk, Tang Wen looked at the man who spoke with a puzzled face.

"Hello, hello, hello? Mosquito, what's wrong with you? It's just that the girl has a boyfriend, so why are you like this?" The man who spoke shook his hand in front of Tang Wen and said.

"Go away, I'm like that. Damn, I got a stiff neck last night. Bring me a meal at noon." Tang Wen took a deep breath and pretended to be calm and opened the man's hand.

"Fuck, it's fine. I thought your TMD was badly injured by Jiang Yun, so at noon, Dad is treating you to a drink." The man said with a smile.

"Fuck you." Tang Wen said angrily and covered his head with a quilt.

After the man went out, Tang Wen began to look around. Suddenly something next to the pillow caught his attention.

"Damn it, the phone has become fine." Tang Wen looked at the flickering OPPO phone that was flickering in his heart.

Who else, just experienced such an outrageous thing, suddenly the mobile phone started to act as a demon again, no one can stand it. Tang Wen, who swallowed his saliva, slowly took it in his hand.

"Online money-swiping games, don't need 9998 yuan, don't need 998 yuan, as long as 9 yuan 8 go to the peak of life, you can't buy it for 9 yuan 8, and you can't be fooled."

The voice from the phone made Tang Wen almost throw the phone away.

When I came back to my senses, I realized that it was a web page that came with my phone.

"Fuck, when did this P mobile phone turn on the WAP by itself? Nima, what is this thing? Can't turn off TMD?" When Tang Wen was about to close the webpage, he was surprised to find that this thing only had the next step, and it didn't close. key.

"What's the situation? When did OPPO still have its own virus? Hey, it seems something is wrong. Why does it show that it is 2011?" Tang Wen was surprised to find that the time on his mobile phone turned out to be October 28, 2011. .

"Did I cross the TMD?" Tang Wen returned to his senses and began to search around for consultation.

"Fuck, Wang Bingbing stuffed socks under the pillow again." After reading a book of Marx's philosophy on the bed of Jiyou, Tang Wen basically determined a situation.

I really TMD time traveled or was reborn, and the time to die is the day after my failure to confess in the first year of college.

Tang Wen vaguely remembered that after he failed to confess, he lived in the dormitory for several days, but his good friend took him out to marry him, and he fell out of love again.

Later, I simply gave up on myself. Mom can't fall in love. I still have games, right?

So Tang Wen became an otaku in the mouths of the majority of women. It was not until his sophomore year that the thirsty Tang Wen found a short girlfriend and lived a "happy" life for a few years.

In the end, as soon as he graduated from college, the little girl dumped him.

Tang Wenna, who gave up on himself, began to let go of himself, what to eat, drink, prostitute and gamble, UU reading www. uukanshu.com basically did everything except not gambling.

The result is naturally that in two years, I squandered hundreds of thousands of dollars given by my family, and then went to the Internet to borrow hundreds of thousands of dollars. The cousin, who hates iron is not steel, sighed and helped Tang Wen ashore.

After going ashore, Tang Wen had a stable life for more than a year, and then began to let himself go again. He took a credit card and learned to speculate in stocks and futures. At first, Goddess of Luck took good care of him.

In the end, what you buy is what you lose, what you buy and what you lose.

In less than a month, the hundreds of thousands of credit card bills went into TMD again.

This is where the scene begins.

While Tang Wen was still sighing, the webpage on the OPPO mobile phone in his hand suddenly displayed: "Congratulations to the host for successfully binding the CCB end number 3775."

"Fuck." Before Tang Wen finished cursing, he saw a strange S icon suddenly appear on the phone. Curiosity made Tang Wen click on the icon.

After opening the software, it can be said to be simple and rude.

There are only 2 options, one is to upgrade and the other is to withdraw.

Host: Tang Wen

Current balance: 1 yuan

After a while, it suddenly turned into 2 yuan, and before he could react, it became 3 yuan. After Tang Wen watched it for a minute, the balance had become 60 yuan.

"Fuck, what about playing a fool?" Tang Wen cursed with contempt. However, he still clicked to withdraw with suspicion in his hand.

Suddenly, a text message came from the phone.

"Construction Bank, your card number ending in 3775 has reached 60 yuan, and the current balance is 3060 yuan."

"This **** profit, 1 yuan a second, 60 yuan a minute, 3,600 yuan an hour, 86,400 a day? It's developed, it's developed." Tang Wen murmured to himself while looking at the incoming text message on his phone.

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