The Qin family quickly got the medicine that Mr. Zhuang needed, and delivered it to Zhuang Yan. After taking the medicine, Mr. Zhuang needs to be observed in the hospital for a few days, and the operation can be performed after confirming that there is no problem.
According to Butler Qin's request, Zhuang Yan will live in Qin's house in the future, and after he comforts Mr. Zhuang, he will start to move. There are not many things that need to be taken away, except for a few changes of clothes, the rest is the pair of boxing gloves that have accompanied him for many years.
The gloves are worn out, and even if he wipes them often, it's hard to hide the traces of time on them.
Qin Ruoshui was sitting in a wheelchair, looking through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows at the gardeners who were busy on the lawn in the distance. The water pipes sprayed a large amount of water mist, and the water droplets on the leaves trembled slightly with the breeze. Zhuang Yan carried the luggage from the The distance is gradually approaching.
He will live here for a long time.
Butler Qin came over from behind and asked, "Are you still worried, sir?"
Qin Ruoshui looked away: "Compared with those people before, is there any difference?"
Qin Butler smiled mysteriously, but did not answer Qin Ruoshui's question: "If you are worried, sir, we can do a test."
Qin Ruoshui didn't take it seriously, the corners of his mouth curled up in mockery, and a trace of inexplicable emotion flashed across his dark blue eyes: "Is it useful?"
The people I had looked for before had also gone through thousands of selections and assessments, but they still had various thoughts about Qin Ruoshui that they shouldn't have.
When he was driven to live in the manor, he had to make excuses for himself, saying that Qin Ruoshui had lured them, and Qin Ruoshui bought such people. He thought he didn't need to be protected, but the housekeeper was always worried.
Zhuang Yan's figure completely disappeared from Qin Ruoshui's sight, Qin Ruoshui frowned: "Which room does he live in?"
"The second one on the east side of the first floor."
It's the same as those people before.
After getting the answer, Qin Ruoshui didn't speak again.
Fingers tapped lightly on the armrest of the wheelchair, and the rhythmic sound echoed in the room.
…
Zhao Wei was invited to come to the magazine. He kept in mind what Wu Lianshui told him on the phone. In order to pay off his gambling debts as soon as possible, he had to discredit Zhuang Yan.
He didn't have the slightest psychological pressure on this, and he had done more extreme things than this. When Zhao Wei betrayed Zhuang Yan for the first time, Zhao Wei's conscience felt a little uneasy, but as the number of betrayals gradually increased, he became more and more serious. It became more and more handy, and even the initial psychological burden was gone.
The female reporter who interviewed him sat across from him, asked Zhao Wei to introduce herself briefly, and asked him, "Do you know about Zhuang Yan's false punches back then?"
"I know," Zhao Wei sighed pretentiously, "I tried to persuade him back then, but even if he didn't listen, there was nothing I could do."
The female reporter didn't know much about Zhuang Yan. She just had a general understanding of Zhuang Yan's deeds an hour before the interview started. Compared with Zhuang Yan's achievements in boxing, she obviously knew more about Zhuang Yan's private life Interested, she leaned forward a little and asked Zhao Wei, "Did he lack money at that time?"
Zhao Wei kept in mind what Wu Lianshui told him, "Hey, how do you say this? Who would think that money is getting more and more?"
"In other words, he was not short of money at that time," the host asked curiously, "What does he need so much money for?"
Zhao Wei sighed, shook his head, his face was full of regret: "What else can I do? What costs the most money, isn't it just those few things?"
Although Zhao Wei did not point it out clearly, the host already understood the meaning of his words. Many boxers are not well educated. After gaining fame and wealth, they will choose to fill the empty spiritual world with a corrupt life. Eat, drink, prostitute, and gamble almost all the time.
The host had seen Zhuang Yan's photo, and originally felt a little bit of regret for this young man who died young, but now hearing what Zhao Wei said, that little bit of goodwill disappeared without a trace.
Zhao Wei continued: "The reason why he quit boxing later was not because he was forced by boxing fans, but because his health was failing."
This is true, but with Zhao Wei's misleading, the female reporter could easily associate her poor health with his corrupt life, and her perception of Zhuang Yan was even worse.
"Then why did he die?" The boxing fans on the forum were very concerned about this question. They couldn't imagine how Zhuang Yan died suddenly at such a young age.
Zhao Wei: "He has too many illnesses and has a bad personality. He often fights with others, and his health is getting worse and worse. It is actually not easy to survive until now."
"As his friend, have you ever persuaded him?"
"When did he listen to me? He threatened me to chop off my hand."
Zhuang Yan did threaten Zhao Wei, but it was to make Zhao Wei quit gambling.
The host asked some personal questions about Zhuang Yan during his lifetime. Zhao Wei did not disappoint Wu Lianshui at all, and completely nailed Zhuang Yan to the pillar of shame in the boxing world.
This report was published very quickly, and boxing fans were very shocked. There were rumors that Zhuang Yan was in poor health, but it was never confirmed. Now that they saw Zhao Wei's interview, everyone was furious, Filled with righteous indignation, if Zhuang Yan was still alive, they would all go to Zhuang Yan's house and throw rotten eggs and rotten vegetables.
No one doubted the authenticity of Zhao Wei's words. Boxing fans who had followed Zhuang Yan knew that he was a good brother of Zhuang Yan, and it was impossible for him to discredit Zhuang Yan even if there was no injustice or hatred. And because of this interview, Zhuang Yan's few remaining fans have also turned fans into black fans, wishing to dig Zhuang Yan out of the urn and throw away all the ashes inside.
[Years of sincerity is finally paid by mistake, just treat it as feeding the dog]
[I also threatened to persuade my brother, I don't know what Zhuang Yan is pretending to be, when he first came out, I said that this young man is not good, and he was expected, the match between him and Wu Lianshui was a smack Take the medicine]
[This kind of scum is dead, I want to go out and set off two firecrackers after watching the interview]
[Garbage of fake punches, living is a waste of air]
[No matter how good the talent is, what's the use of bad character, this kind of person will only bring down the ethos of the boxing world, even if he dies]
…
Wang Chengzong put the phone back and asked Zhuang Yan, "Don't you want to say something after seeing these comments on the forum?"
Through the tea-colored glass, the simple buildings on the street and the traffic coming and going seem to be added with a layer of quaint filter, while the lights in the bar are dim, and the tall bartender stands behind the bar, pouring a freshly brewed glass The good cocktail was delivered to Zhuang Yan. Zhuang Yan raised his eyelids and asked expressionlessly, "What did you say?"
"For example, unmask Zhao Wei's hypocritical mask and prove your strength to your fans."
Zhuang Yan shook his head.
"Why?"
"No time, I need to train." Six words, concise and clear.
Wang Chengzong looked at Zhuang Yan with eyes like looking at a monster, and asked him, "Then why don't you just ignore those fans who are scolding you so much now?"
What is there to manage? He is a boxer, not a star, not an idol, and he does not need to be responsible for those fans.
He is very grateful to these people for their love and support back then, but that's all.
Fans' love and complaints, even hatred, have never been the reason for his struggle, nor can they stop him from standing on the ring again.
So what does it matter what they say on the forum
"Let's not talk about that," Zhuang Yan shook the wine glass in his hand, and said to Wang Chengzong, "I have a friend..."
Wang Chengzong directly interrupted Zhuang Yan, "Tell me if that friend of yours is you."
Zhuang Yan glanced at Wang Chengzong: "You talk too much."
"Go on." Wang Chengzong made a movement of sealing his mouth.
Wang Chengzong works as a bartender in this bar, and has always been known as a girl killer. None of the girls he fancy can escape his clutches, but none of them has been with him for more than three months.
Although the girls knew that he was famous, they always thought that she would be Wang Chengzong's last girlfriend, and threw themselves into his arms one after another.
Zhuang Yan wanted to learn the skills of chasing people from Wang Chengzong, but he didn't want him to know that he was chasing a man, so he concealed some conditions: "This friend of mine likes a man, but the man is much older than him, and his identity The status does not match, besides my friend, there are many people who are also pursuing each other, my friend would like to ask how can I stand out from so many people."
The blue light flashed across Zhuang Yan's face, his peach blossom eyes seemed to be full of affection, the gray pupils drooped, and his figure was reflected in the wine glass, as if he was trapped by love.
Wang Chengzong's pupils narrowed slightly, and then he showed a clear expression. He grabbed Zhuang Yan's wrist and asked him in a low voice: "Your friend wants to find a rich woman to be taken care of?"
Zhuang Yan: "..."
Before Zhuang Yan could speak, Wang Chengzong patted his chest: "Then you are asking the right person."
As he spoke, he took out a copy of "Teaching You How to Win Those Girls" from behind, and pushed it in front of Zhuang Yan.
Zhuang Yan's expression was stiff, and his eyes swept across the pink cover of the book.
"No, there are more." Wang Chengzong groped behind his back a few times, and took out another copy of "Bringing the Princess Home".
Zhuang Yan: "..."
It seems that it was not a correct decision to come to Wang Chengzong for advice today.
"It's not enough," Wang Chengzong sighed lightly, deeply feeling Zhuang Yan's pickiness, and he groped behind him again, "I'm going to sacrifice my big baby." A Method" appeared in front of Zhuang Yan.
Zhuang Yan's gaze scanned the three books on the table one by one, and then settled on Wang Chengzong.
Wang Chengzong raised his chin: "What are you doing looking at me like that? Are you impressed by my handsome posture?"
Zhuang Yan shook his head and asked, "How did you manage to carry these books with you?"
Wang Chengzong: "..."
"You need to review often." He replied with his chest out.
Wang Chengzong's method did not seem to be reliable, but Zhuang Yan took the third book by accident, and was going back to Qin's house to study it carefully.
However, before he read this book, it fell into Qin Ruoshui's hands by accident.
When Qin Ruoshui came down from the third floor in the early morning, he didn't know which string was wrong in his mind. He didn't go out directly as usual, but turned into the east corridor.
When he passed by Zhuang Yan's door, he saw a book with a black and white cover scattered on the ground, which should have been accidentally dropped by Zhuang Yan when he was carrying his luggage at night.
Qin Ruoshui hesitated for a moment, took out a pair of white gloves, put them on, and then bent down to pick up the book from the floor.
He glanced at the name on the cover, frowned slightly, and then opened the book.
"The first step is to show your presence in his circle of friends, let him remember you, and show your humor as much as possible."
"In the second step, the male peacock will show his best-looking tail to the female during courtship. You have to show your charm in the circle of friends, let him know your advantages, and have a good impression of you."
"If you succeed in the above two points, then you can proceed to the third step, start a relaxed chat with him, if you are good-looking, you can send him a selfie of yourself, if you have a good figure, such as belly Muscles, vest lines, etc., can also be shown to him."
Qin Ruoshui: "..."
Butler Qin came over and asked curiously, "What are you looking at, sir?"
Qin Ruoshui didn't speak, but just showed the cover of "One Hundred Ways to Get Out of Singleness" in his hand to Butler Qin.
Butler Qin coughed lightly, and argued for Zhuang Yan, "It doesn't necessarily belong to Mr. Zhuang."
Qin Ruoshui said expressionlessly, "I picked it up at his door."
"That's not necessarily for chasing Mr.
Qin Ruoshui: "..."
He looked up at Butler Qin, did Zhuang Yan give Butler Qin some ecstasy soup
Under Qin Ruoshui's scrutinizing gaze, Butler Qin stood still.