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It was past 12 midnight, and the Rongjian Group building was still brightly lit, with colorful lights covering the whole body, shining far in the night, like a bright pearl.
It took N+1 hours for Gu Yi to ride the bus and finally found it here.
Standing downstairs, from his position, one can vaguely see a hazy breath enveloping the building. This breath seems to be a boost, giving the whole building a unique and unexplainable source. vitality.
Due to age, Gu Yi's feng shui knowledge is limited. It can only be roughly seen that this building borrowed "qi" to circulate inside and outside, creating a homeopathic scene.
Associating it with Xiang Yuanyuan's loss of soul, Gu Yi thought: If you want to know the situation, you have to go inside and check it out.
Seeing an A4 paper with a sign advertisement on the outer wall of the building, he suddenly had an idea in his mind.
Arriving at the main entrance of the building, the strange attire instantly caught the attention of the building security. A security guard who was 30 years old and had a mole on the corner of his mouth walked up quickly and stopped his way.
"Is there anything wrong with you?"
Gu Yi glanced at him. This person's eyes flickered, obviously he became suspicious and vigilant. He smiled immediately and said, "Big brother, I see a sign posted at your door, and I want to try it."
This building is not small in size. It is obviously not easy to find out for a while, and it is easy to cause unnecessary misunderstandings. I just saw the notice of the signboard security at the door, and I can use this to directly enter the interior, which is convenient for work. many.
The security guard with a mole on the corner of his mouth listened to Gu Yi's words and saw his old clothes, wearing a pair of dark glasses at night, and he was even more old-fashioned. He immediately defined him as a young migrant worker, and became most suspicious. He said: "Don't you feel awkward to wear sunglasses at night, kid, take it off, Manager Wei is right there, I will take you to the interview."
Follow him to the first floor. This is the office of the security department of the building. The room is simply furnished, except for the seat, there is only a TV.
Here, a man with a rugged face and a beard was peeling peanuts to watch the game, his voice yelled loudly, and he yelled at him in response to the sound of the TV, and even the two of them didn't come in.
"Manager Wei, a young man is coming for an interview." The security guard stepped forward and said softly behind him.
Manager Wei then looked at Gu Yi and saw that he was wearing sunglasses. He couldn't help showing a funny expression on his face: "Tubaozi, take my sunglasses off and have a look."
"Good." Gu Yi replied and took off his sunglasses, revealing a pair of calm, ordinary eyes behind the sunglasses.
Manager Wei said: "You come out to work, it seems to be an honest person, tonight you will follow Lao Yang, let him take you, and tomorrow is deciding whether to admit, go."
Manager Wei continued to watch the ball, and Lao Yang winked at Gu Yi. The two of them didn't bother him and went straight out. During the period, Gu Yi had more eyes on this manager. Xindao: This person's complexion is covered with dark clouds, his nails are purple, and bad luck is poured down his body. It is clearly a sign of dying, and it is so obvious. Could it be something that has caused him
With doubts, Gu Yi didn't say anything about this, and followed the security guard back to the duty room at the gate on the first floor.
Duty room.
The security guard named Lao Yang sat on a stool half-lying like a senior, and said, "Xiao Yi, where did you come from? Does your hometown have any special features?"
"You don't know what you said about the poor. There are characteristics, and this is it." Gu Yi has been in the society for many years, and Lao Yang knew when he opened his mouth that he wanted to ask for bribes. This kind of right is not big. But there are so many people who like to act like eldest brother for benefits in front of newcomers, and have a mind in mind. Gu Yi took out a slap-sized porcelain jar from his backpack and said, "This is my home-brewed fruit and grain wine. A thousand cups of death, why don't you have some Brother Yang?"
"Thousand cups of death, the name is so strange?" Lao Yang took the porcelain jar, his tone a little puzzled.
Gu Yi said, "Hey, the name is strange, but it also has a source. Because this wine is delicious and has great stamina, ordinary people can't help but drink the second one after a drink, and they can't help but drink the second one. Three cups, since then addicted, and finally died on this wine, so the name is Qianbei Die."
"Oh, this wine is so big, you brother Yang, I want to try it." Lao Yang said and took a sip, suddenly felt a fragrance and mellow, it was a rare good wine, and couldn't help it at the moment. I took a second sip.
Seeing this, Gu Yi took the opportunity to ask: "Brother Yang, Manager Wei just asked you to take me. Can you tell me about our company?"
"Yes. Your wine is really good. My head is beginning to faint. If your brother and I are really drunk tonight, you have to watch the door." Old Yang Lian drank three times, and a night breeze blew outside the window. When I came in, I was a little faint, and followed Gu Yi's words with my own knowledge and went on:
"Hey, we can say that our company is a legend in Beicheng. It hasn't become a well-known company in Beicheng in just over ten years. It all depends on one person. Do you know who it is? That's Mr. Wang... "
"President Wang is a great beauty, but she doesn't succeed by her beauty. To scare you, President Wang Damei is trustworthy to be a cemetery home!"
Lao Yang said with his eyes squinted, but also with a three-pointed admiration:
"I think no one was optimistic about the two Wuzhu mountains outside the open area, but Mr. Wang sold her house, bought two mountains with a loan, and built it a bit to make it into a cemetery and put advertisements in various funeral homes. It took just six months to make a lot of money. After that, it snowballed and turned the Wild Cemetery into a cemetery, which is the largest cemetery in the North City. This is a big one. After that, with funds, do you understand? Money, working hard in the North City business district, relying on the ability and means of one person, abruptly achieved everything in front of him."
"By the way, I heard that President Wang hasn't been married yet. I don't know which goddamn good luck. If luck is good for her, it would be worth billions..."
Gu Yi listened and said with emotion: "Really a powerful woman, by the way, Lao Yang, do you know this cemetery, oh no, where is the cemetery?"
Lao Yang was really fainted. Even Gu Yi directly called him Lao Yang. He said with an urn voice, "That's not easy to find. If you want to go, take the 98th road and go directly to the door."
"Yo Xi!" Gu Yi stood up, put his backpack on his back, and patted Lao Yang on the shoulder, "Thanks."
"No thanks... Uh..." Seeing Gu Yi walked directly out of the security room, Lao Yang was taken aback for a moment, and stopped him and said, "Where are you going, can't you leave without authorization during duty?"
"Oh, I quit, bye."
"you… "
Looking at the back of Gu Yi leaving, Lao Yang looked dazed and felt his groggy head. He couldn't help but cursed: "Fuck, you're Tm, come back and watch Lao Tzu..."
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Although the big cities are noisy, they still have many advantages, such as the overnight bus.
After getting talked to by Lao Yang, Gu Yi got on the 98 bus at the door according to what he said, and rushed towards the outskirts of Beicheng in the dark.
The North City is not small, but it is almost two o'clock in the morning, and there are few vehicles on the road. Without the congestion during the day, the bus only took more than half an hour to reach the terminal in the suburbs.
After getting off the bus, according to the driver's words, Gu Yi quickly found the cemetery mentioned by Lao Yang... (End of this chapter)