Wu Lianshui said to Zhao Wei in the phone squadron: "You are here first and the interview will continue."
"this… "
"One hundred thousand." Wu Lianshui said on the other end of the phone.
"Okay, Angkor, I will immediately agree."
Wu Lianshui on the other end of the phone paused, and said to Zhao Wei: "You should know what was said in the interview."
"Don't worry about my work in Angkor, the money..."
"After the interview, I'll transfer the money to your account." After speaking, Wu Lianshui hung up the phone.
Zhao Wei immediately called the one who invited him to do an interview with the magazine, hoping to arrange the interview time as soon as possible.
After Zhuang Yan cleaned up the mess at home, he went to the hospital for a checkup. All the injuries on his waist had recovered, and there was no trace of previous injuries at all.
Zhuang Yan knew that his recovery had a lot to do with that mermaid. He slept with her for more than half a month and then never came back. Thinking about it, it seemed a little unkind. He remembered that when he was at the bottom of the sea, he once told the mermaid that he would give him a simulation doll.
But if this kind of thing can't be handed over to the mermaid, it will probably be disposed of as marine garbage. When the people from the Environmental Protection Bureau check and monitor and find that he threw it, he really can't explain it clearly.
Zhuang Yan looked down at the fish scale on his palm, why did he leave this scale for himself, was it as a souvenir? He sighed lightly.
Fortunately, the police station only regarded him as missing, and all the documents had not been destroyed, otherwise, it would be a bit troublesome now.
However, the gangsters who did it at the beginning and the enemies of the Wen family were all imprisoned due to the activities of the Wen family. Zhao Wei was still not affected at all. He recorded a statement, and the police said that they would continue to investigate this matter. go down.
When Zhuang Yan withdrew from boxing, everyone thought that he couldn't stand the insults from fans because of fake punches, but in fact, his waist was seriously injured, and he could no longer support him in boxing.
He later found a job as a fitness instructor, and he couldn't do many fitness movements, but his face could help the gym attract many customers, so the gym owner liked him quite a lot.
Now that his waist is healed, he can return to the boxing ring again. As for those who ridiculed and abused Zhuang Yan, he doesn't really care. Boxers rely on their own real strength on the stage, not the spectators in the audience. favorite.
He had contacted his former coach Zhou Fei some time ago and asked him to help him pay attention to the recent boxing match. Zhou Fei used to be a boxer too, and later he became a coach when he got older, and then he got injured in his leg, so he rented a small shop near the university town and started selling Mala Tang.
Hearing the news that Zhuang Yan wanted to return to boxing on the phone, Zhou Fei scolded him: "You don't want to die. Why do you punch because of the injury on your waist? I think you are too tired to play mahjong. You should hurry up!" Quit that thought."
"It's ready."
"Okay? You're so fart! It's already healed! I don't know what your waist injury is like? If you can heal, then Hawking can walk on the ground! Helen Kate can see the light again!"
Zhuang Yan: "..."
"That's great, do you want me to send you an X-ray?"
Zhou Fei was silent on the other end of the phone for a while, and said to Zhuang Yan, "Then send it."
Zhuang Yan took a photo of the film and sent it to Zhou Fei on WeChat. Zhou Fei squinted his eyes and stared at the photo on the phone for a while, then asked Zhuang Yan, "Didn't you steal someone else's film for me?"
"It has my name printed on it."
Zhou Fei was still skeptical about this, but he remembered what the doctor said when Zhuang Yan went to the hospital just now, he clicked his tongue twice, and then asked Zhuang Yan: "Isn't there something wrong with the hospital machine?"
Zhuang Yan didn't speak, Zhou Fei sighed, "This is a medical miracle!"
It was indeed a miracle, if not for a miracle, he would have been buried in the belly of a fish by now.
"Has there been a boxing match recently?"
"Yes, there are, but even if your waist is healed, you can't just play on stage without training for a while."
Zhuang Yan leaned on the chair behind him, and hummed in agreement with Zhou Fei's words. He never slacked off when his waist was bad before, but he fought with mermaids at the bottom of the sea for a while, and he didn't take advantage of it, so Not too sure about my current skills.
"I'll look for it for you to see if there is any suitable one." Zhou Fei's voice on the keyboard came from the phone, and he said after a while, "There will be one next month, and you think you can do it after more than 20 days of training." ?"
"it should be no problem."
"That's fine, I'll sign you up," Zhou Fei regretted right after he finished speaking, "No, I'm still worried. I need to find someone to practice with you to see how your level is. Do you have time tomorrow?"
Zhuang Yan planned to go to Wen's house tomorrow, and he said to Zhou Fei: "The day after tomorrow, I have other things to do tomorrow."
"Okay, let's go to Hengdao Boxing Gym, the one owned by Baozi."
"knew."
Just as Zhuang Yan was about to hang up the phone, Zhou Fei asked, "By the way, do you know that you are dead now?"
"What?"
"There are several media outlets who don't know where they got the news. They have been reporting the news of your death for the past few days, including photos. I almost took it seriously." Zhou Fei clicked his tongue, "You can go to the forum to see .”
Zhuang Yan knew that Zhao Wei held a funeral for him, but he didn't hear from Wang Chengzong that they called the media. After hanging up with Zhou Fei, he opened the forum and saw that the homepage was full of posts about himself.
This is the second time after he quit boxing that he has such a high popularity. The first time was when he just quit, boxing fans crazily scolded him for fake punches, and they wanted to insult his eighteen generations of ancestors.
It's really crazy.
Zhuang Yan stayed with Mr. Zhuang in the hospital for one night, and the next day he took a taxi and went directly to Wen's house. All the servants in Wen's house knew him, but not everyone knew that he was actually a dead ghost. The fact that Yan disappeared from Wen's house made them wonder for a long time, and they didn't stop him when they saw him come back today.
He pushed open the door in front of him. In the living room, Mrs. Wen was holding a tea cup and joking with the eldest son of the Wen family. When they heard the door opening, they all turned their heads to see the door.
Mrs. Wen showed an expression of seeing a ghost in an instant, and stood up from the sofa suddenly, pointing at Zhuang Yan with trembling fingers, as if she was about to faint in the next moment, and it took a long time for her to make a sound from her throat: "You you-"
"I'm Zhuang Yan, don't you know me?"
"Zhuang Yan?" Mrs. Wen's pupils constricted. Although it was still broad daylight, a person who should have been dead appeared in front of her alive, which still made people feel a little scary. Fortunately, at this time, Wen Yuyao stood up, took Mrs. Wen's hand, and put her arms around her shoulders. The cold sweat on Mrs. Wen's body finally disappeared.
The early spring sunshine poured in through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, the willow trees in the garden took out their green branches and swayed in the wind, and the sky was blue and endless.
Zhuang Yan walked towards Mrs. Wen slowly, and asked her with a smile: "I'm not dead, mom must be very disappointed."
"Of course not," Mrs. Wen sat back on the sofa. After all, she had experienced some turmoil. At this time, her rationality finally returned to her mind. She forced a smile and said to Zhuang Yan, "I'm very happy. "
"It's hard to tell, Mom."
Mrs. Wen pursed her lips and said to Zhuang Yan, "Don't call me mom anymore."
The corners of Zhuang Yan's mouth curled up a bit, he stopped, looked at Mrs. Wen, and replied, "Okay, Mrs. Wen."
Mrs. Wen, however, was not happy because Zhuang Yan changed her name, she still seemed to be pulled by something in her heart, and felt extremely uncomfortable.
For some reason, she didn't seem particularly happy every time she saw Zhuang Yan.
Mrs. Wen's expression returned to her former composure, and she asked Zhuang Yan, "What are you doing at Wen's house?"
Zhuang Yan opened his mouth and only said two words: "Where's the medicine?"
"The medicine is what I want to keep. Yushun also has kidney problems, so he also needs this medicine before the operation."
Zhuang Yan chuckled, folded his hands on his chest, stared at Mrs. Wen for a while, raised his eyebrows, and asked, "Is he going to die now?"
"Why are you talking like that?" Mrs. Wen frowned, a little dissatisfied.
"If it's not about to die, why did you give him this medicine so early?"
Madam Wen pursed her lips, "His illness may flare up at any time, I have to prepare for him in advance."
Zhuang Yan was about to open his mouth to ridicule, when Wen Yuyao on the side interjected: "Mr. Zhuang, don't worry, we will definitely find another medicine for you as soon as possible."
Zhuang Yan nodded: "You mean, you Wen family will definitely not let go of the medicine you found now."
"Mr. Zhuang, I'm sorry, there is nothing we can do."
"I see."
The deal between him and Wen's family was only based on mutual self-consciousness. He used this life to give Mr. Zhuang a chance to live, but who would have thought that Wen's family would be so shameless.
After all, he is a respectable family in Pinghai City, yet he can be so shameless.
"Mrs. Wen should actually accumulate some virtue for your son." Zhuang Yan has never been so vicious as he is now.
"You—" Mrs. Wen pointed at Zhuang Yan and was speechless.
He knew the Wen family's attitude, and it was useless to say anything else.
He bowed to Mrs. Wen, straightened his waist and smiled slightly, turned around and walked towards the door, stopped at the door again, turned his head, and said with a smile to the angry Mrs. Wen: "I wish you May your son be healthy forever."
These words were a threat to Mrs. Wen's ears, she stared and asked immediately: "What do you mean?"
"Nothing interesting." Zhuang Yan gave her a cold look, lowered his eyes, "Farewell."
He turned and left.
Mrs. Wen was so angry that her chest kept rising and falling, she asked the eldest son beside her, "What did he mean by that just now? How did he say it?"
Wen Yuyao sighed. In any case, the Wen family was wrong about this matter, but Mrs. Wen insisted on leaving the medicine to Wen Yushun, and there was nothing they could do about it.
Wen Yuyao comforted Mrs. Wen and said, "My brother will be back later, please be happy."
Only then did Mrs. Wen show a little smile.
When Zhuang Yan walked to the gate of Wen's house, he bumped into Mr. Wen who had just picked up his own son from another place. He was also surprised when he saw Zhuang Yan, but it was not as obvious as Mrs. Wen's.
"Zhuang Yan?"
Zhuang Yan nodded, glanced at the young man following Mr. Wen, and immediately understood that this should be the biological son of the Wen family who stayed outside to protect him.
They were not willing to put their own son in danger, and they were not willing to let Wen Yushun's fake son get hurt. They found themselves to be the scapegoats, but they were stingy with paying for the medicine they had promised.
Zhuang Yan tilted his head and smiled at Mr. Wen, "Mr. Wen, you Wen family really know how to do business."
These words sounded harsh, but Mr. Wen still kept a smile on his face. They were really sorry for Zhuang Yan, and they really didn't expect that this person was not dead. He promised Zhuang Yan, "I will find you another box of new medicine right away." .”
Where is the new medicine so easy to find? At the beginning, the Wen family had the right time, place, people and everything to get a box with great difficulty. Now that they want to find a second box, according to the extraction speed over there, they will have to wait at least three to five years.
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Don't be surprised if you change your name~