After Zhuang Yan comforted Mr. Zhuang and returned home, he stood at the door, took out a new key, put it into the keyhole, twisted his wrist lightly, and made a click.
Zhuang Yan pushed the door open and walked in.
He hadn't returned home for more than half a month, and the clean and tidy floor that he had cleaned specially when he left last time was in a mess. The tables and chairs in the house were tilted to this side, the mattresses and bedding in the bedroom were rolled up, and they didn't even let go of the kitchen. Bottles and cans were broken all over the floor.
Zhuang Yan picked up the clothes on the ground expressionlessly, threw them into the bathroom, lifted up all the chairs that fell on the ground one by one, then took out the cleaning tools, and cleaned them from inside to outside.
They were sure that they were dead, and Mr. Zhuang would never come out of the hospital again, so they were so reckless.
Zhuang Yan cleaned up the house, and then found that the USB flash drive he put in the bedside table was gone. He turned on the computer, and his Baidu Cloud account was also hacked, and all the things in it were gone.
He was sitting on a chair, with the mouse on his right hand, his eyes looking at the three numbers 404 on the screen, and a sneer could not help but appear on the corner of his mouth.
He can now be sure that the Angkor that Zhao Wei called at that time was Wu Lianshui.
Zhuang Yan had evidence of Wu Lianshui's fake punches in his hand. Wu Lianshui wanted to spend money to buy this evidence before, but he refused. He wanted to find out the truth of that incident back then, and then planned to use this evidence How to deal with it.
Wu Lianshui couldn't wait any longer, he couldn't bear the feeling of letting others hold the handle, he must let Zhuang Yan die.
Zhuang Yan leaned back. Now that the two groups of people who want him to die have been found, it is impossible for him to pretend that nothing happened. He never repays evil with kindness.
It's just that he took back all the evidence of Wu Lianshui's false punches, and the Wen family was not something he could easily deal with. Zhuang Yan looked at the white ceiling above his head and closed his eyes.
What is he going to do to make these people pay the price.
He can beat Wu Lianshui again in the boxing ring, but this is not enough, what should he do with Wen Jia? There is also his grandfather's illness, he has to find a way to regain it in a short period of time.
If he went to the Wen family to ask for it, would the Wen family hand over the life-saving medicine
A long sigh echoes in the bedroom,
Zhuang Yan's waist was burned suddenly, he opened his eyes, a trace of doubt flashed in the gray pupils, and he put his hand into his pocket, where there was only a scale given to him by the mermaid.
The description of the scale that Mr. Qin wanted to find broke into Zhuang Yan's mind for no reason. He put the scale in his hand and played with it, rubbing his thumb back and forth on the surface of the scale. This would be what Mr. Qin wanted to find. the piece of it
Zhuang Yan shook his head, it was still early outside, but he was already dreaming.
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After Zhuang Yan was sunk, Zhao Wei got the money from Angkor and the others the next day. He paid back all the gambling debts he owed some time ago, and there was still a small sum left in his hand, so he couldn't help but He gambled again, he was lucky that day, he won a lot of money and came back, Zhao Wei was happy and bought a wad of paper money to burn at the seaside for Zhuang Yan.
But his good luck didn't last for too long. After holding Zhuang Yan's funeral, his good luck seemed to have come to an end. In the night before yesterday, he owed more than 100,000 yuan in gambling debts.
The creditor is calling him 24 hours a day, urging him to pay back the money: "Zhao Wei, when will you pay back the money you owe?"
Zhao Wei could only beg the other party over and over again: "Two more days, just two days, I must have collected all the money."
But how could he pay back such a large amount.
After the creditor hung up the phone, Zhao Wei squatted on the ground with his head in his arms, took out his mobile phone and opened the address book, and found that he had no relatives or friends left. There was originally Zhuang Yan, but he is dead now.
Zhao Wei flipped through the address book from beginning to end, and finally set his sights on the name Wu Lianshui. He has done so many things for Wu Lianshui, so he should help himself.
Zhao Wei called Wu Lianshui and asked cautiously: "Angkor, can you lend me some money?"
"Zhao Wei, you also know that Angkor doesn't have a lot of money, and he can only lend you a few hundred at most."
Zhao Weicai didn't believe Wu Lianshui's nonsense. He is now the champion of boxing, and any endorsement advertisement is worth hundreds of thousands, but he can only spend a few hundred yuan to pay himself. Zhao Wei dare not threaten Wu Lianshui, even though he has some evidence, But Wu Lianshui was cruel and merciless, and he really didn't want to turn against this kind of person unless necessary.
Zhao Wei begged Wu Lianshui for a long time in a low voice, but in the end he only asked for 3,000 yuan. Wu Lianshui hung up the phone impatiently.
Zhao Wei sat down on the ground, swearing at the phone, and Wu Lianshui was like sending a beggar for such a small amount of money.
At this moment, he suddenly thought of Zhuang Yan's kindness. He remembered that when Zhuang Yan got the boxing championship bonus for the first time, he was willing to give all the bonus to himself to pay off the debt. It's a pity that Zhuang Yan's kindness lasted too short.
On the first night of Zhuang Yan's death, Zhao Wei still felt a little guilty, but after all the rewards were credited to his account, those insignificant guilt quickly disappeared.
It's not the first time he betrayed Zhuang Yan. The last time he put medicine in Zhuang Yan's water glass, not only made Zhuang Yan infamous for punching fake punches, but also made him in a trance during the punching process. Later, he fell directly from the boxing ring and hit the steel column with his waist, which made him have to withdraw from boxing.
Zhao Wei originally didn't want to agree to Wu Lianshui that time, but he lost money in gambling, and those people threatened him that if he didn't pay back the money, they would chop off his hands. He thought about borrowing money from Zhuang Yan, but Zhuang Yan Yan had warned him before that if he found out that he was gambling again, he would be sent to prison.
Zhao Wei knew that Zhuang Yan did what he said, and he felt that Zhuang Yan was too cruel. They had been brothers for many years, and he wanted to send himself to prison.
In the end, he agreed to Wu Lianshui and added the medicine to Zhuang Yan's water glass.
Thinking of this, Zhao Wei rolled his eyes and suddenly had a good idea, isn't Zhuang Yan dead now? At any rate, he was also a well-known figure in the boxing world back then, and the news of his death should be able to sell for a few dollars.
Zhao Wei suddenly got up from the ground, ran to the computer, and searched the contact information of several sports media on the Internet: "I want to sell you a piece of news..."
One night, Zhao Wei called six or seven media outlets. In order to ensure the authenticity of his revelation, he also sent photos of Zhuang Yan's funeral to these media outlets.
After all, Zhuang Yan has been out of boxing for a while, and many new fans may not have heard of this name at all. Now Wu Lianshui, who has won the boxing championship gold belt three times in a row, is the new favorite of the media.
However, it is still necessary for the media to report a big news like a death in a polite manner, and the space it occupies will definitely not be too large. The editors worked overtime overnight to quickly figure out the title and content of the news.
The next day, the news of Zhuang Yan's death was reported on every corner of the major sports newspapers, with different headlines.
"The Fall of the Gifted Boxer"
"Stains on the Golden Belt"
"His Past, His Honor"
"Go all the way, may heaven be as beautiful as yesterday"
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These articles are similar, and they popularize the honors Zhuang Yan has won in the boxing ring in those years, as well as the condemnation of his fake punches, and his regret that he was forced to quit boxing.
Boxing enthusiasts were also taken aback when they saw this news. The name Zhuang Yan hadn't appeared in their sights for a long time, and now they talked more about boxing champion Wu Lianshui in their forums, and Lots of new faces.
As for Zhuang Yan, the fake puncher, he can cool off wherever he likes. Now, Zhuang Yan is really cool.
These people in the forum finally tolerated it, and stopped the extreme cursing in the past, but the condemnation of Zhuang Yan was still indispensable.
[In my heart, Zhuang Yan was already dead from the moment he punched fake punches]
[It's still a bit of a pity, if Zhuang Yan hadn't made fake punches and was forced to quit boxing, the current boxing champion probably wouldn't have anything to do with Wu Lianshui]
[Come on, a fake boxer, no matter how talented he is, what else can he do?]
[The dead are the big ones, let's go all the way]
[To be honest, although Zhuang Yan made false punches, since he quit boxing, there is almost nothing interesting in the match]
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Discussions were raging on the forum, and these boxing enthusiasts were also very curious about how Zhuang Yan died. He was only twenty-three years old this year, so why did he go there at such a young age
The brother driver who took Zhuang Yan to the hospital that day was stunned when he saw the news. He recalled the Zhuang Yan he saw that night, his face under the street lamp was indeed pale and abnormal.
The driver brother felt a gust of cool wind blowing on his back, he shivered, and quickly slipped into his wife's arms.
Although these revelations made Zhao Wei a small fortune, it was nothing compared to the debts of more than 100,000 yuan. At this time, a certain sports media called Zhao Wei and wanted to invite him for an interview. , Let's talk about Zhuang Yan.
The reward offered by the other party was not enough to fit his teeth, Zhao Wei refused without thinking, but just after hanging up the phone, Wu Lianshui also called him, asking if he agreed to the magazine interview.
Zhao Wei was stunned for a moment, not knowing how Wu Lianshui knew about this, he told Wu Lianshui about the refusal to be interviewed just now.
Wu Lianshui originally thought that Zhuang Yan was dead and would never come out to obstruct his eyes again, but when he opened the boxing forum today and saw those idiot straight men stepping on them, Wu Lianshui was so angry that he decided immediately Make Zhuang Yan's death even worse.
Anyway, the dead can't speak.
The author has something to say:
Zhuang Yan: Hee hee, Zepreus, it's unexpected, he's not dead!