Carrying a briefcase, He Chusan entered the gate of Xiaoqitang's "head office" gracefully. Nodding and smiling to the security guard at the door, he walked towards the elevator in a graceful and familiar manner. In the elevator room stood two little bosses who came to the eldest sister to renew their duties. As soon as He Chusan just stepped in, they cast questioning and scrutiny at this handsome, gentle, obviously non-compatriot young man.
He Chusan curled the corners of his mouth and smiled back with a spring breeze.
The two little leaders were laughing so hard that they couldn't figure out the way this person was going. Seeing that he pressed the floor of the president's office again, thinking that it might be a relative of the eldest sister's head, he cautiously retracted his gaze and did not provoke him again.
The elevator door opens on the floor where the president's office is located. The two little leaders went out of the door inexplicably and passed the triple bodyguards all the way. Seeing that the bodyguards all nodded to them, they did not stop He Chusan. Cui Dongdong's bodyguards didn't actually know He Chusan, but seeing that he was closely following the two eldest brothers with a frank and generous face, they thought it was their valet and did not ask.
He Chusan walked unimpeded all the way to Cui Dongdong's office, which was located next to Xia Liuyi's previous office. She didn't go to occupy the magpie's nest, but made room for herself next door. The two little leaders nodded at the bodyguard at the door, and one of them reached out and knocked on the door.
"Big sister! I am strong!"
"Come in."
The two little bosses pushed open the door and entered, and He Chusan followed very naturally. Cui Dongdong was looking at a stack of materials at the table, and he looked up casually and jumped in surprise, "Why are you here?!"
"Me? I'm with Brother Qiang." Another little leader quickly said.
"I said the one behind the two of you!" Cui Dongdong pointed, "Why didn't you even get a notification? Do you two know him?"
The two little heads stared at He Chusan in astonishment. He Chusan smiled again. The two of them were so embarrassed by laughter that they wiped their sleeves and grabbed him from left to right. "Who are you, boy!" "What are you trying to do here!"
"Stop, stop!" Cui Dongdong hurriedly stopped, "Take your two claws off! Don't kill you? Get out now!"
The two idiots with blind eyes and ignorant sister-in-law were driven out in two or three times. Cui Dongdong motioned for He Chusan to sit down on the sofa and threw a cigar to him.
"I don't smoke, Miss Dongdong."
"Would you like red wine?"
"No, thank you, Miss Dongdong."
"You don't smoke or drink, what are you doing here? Annoying?"
He Chusan smiled, put the briefcase she brought with her on her desk, and took out a stack of documents, "Does Dongdong still remember the project that I invested in at the beginning of the year? This is the report for the past six months."
Cui Dongdong took it over and turned it over, looking surprised.
"80% in two quarters? That's impossible! How did you do it?"
"This year, there is a lot of hot money in this field, and the growth is fast. It is good luck for Dongdong sister. However, if Dongdong sister wants to continue to cooperate, I want to talk to you about a condition."
Cui Dongdong laughed, his arms crossed, and leaned back on the boss's chair, "I knew you were hiding your mind when you came to me. Come on, little fox."
He Chusan lowered his eyes and smiled slightly. When he raised his head again, his eyes were earnest, "Sister Dongdong, I want to be the general manager of your new company."
"Ah?" Cui Dongdong was inexplicable, "What new company?"
"I want to develop the leather bag company you set up for the investment project into an investment management company that is completely independent from other industries of Xiaoqitang. I will manage the entire business, and we will split the shares by 28. You just put in the founding capital and wait. Collect money. In addition, I also want to serve as an external investment consultant for your head office. You have signed a cooperation agreement with me, and I will provide consulting and planning services for any legitimate business under Xiaoqitang. The data team behind me and I have too many services. A large listed company, you can rest assured.”
Cui Dongdong looked at him scrutiny, put the cigar in his mouth, and thought while swallowing. She guessed what this puppet boy in Xia Liu's family was thinking—he wanted to help Xiaoqitang transform. Such wishful thinking and self-assertion made her instinctively reject it. However, the profits that He Chusan, a fortune-seeking boy, can bring are real, and all that glitters on the statement is money. Brothers fight and kill all day long and lick blood from the knife edge, don't they all share the burden and the blessing? If she has money and doesn't make money, has her big shopkeeper's brain been caught by the door
"Does Liuyi know about this?"
"What does he know so much about?" This Pujie said with plausibility, "Don't you know about money the best, Sister Dongdong?"
Treasurer Cui, Deputy Hall Master Cui, and flattery were hit ten times by him. However, she chuckled lightly in her heart, she knew that He Chusan wanted to hang her with her own interests and do some tricks behind Xia Liuyi's back. How could she be easily caught by He Chusan
"Little Sanzi, you have the conditions, and so do I."
"Sister Dongdong, please speak."
"As per the rules of the gang, if you don't join the guild, you are not allowed to hold important positions. If you want to be the general manager, you must join the guild - come and be a young and dangerous boy."
He Chusan lowered his eyes to think for a while, and when he raised his eyes again, his eyes were still earnest, "Okay."
Abba He, who was squinting at home, humming a little song and cutting window grilles, suddenly sneezed! He looked up at the cloudy window, which swayed and rattled back and forth.
The wind is blowing, the sky will rain, and the clouds are torn to the sky by the wind, unaware of where his destiny will ultimately belong.
…
Located on Lockhart Road, the bar is a secluded little shop on the corner of the street, where only regular customers often come here. The owner had just immigrated to Australia and handed over the store to his nephew. The new owner still retains the previous decor and bartenders, and even the saxophone played by the black musicians on the small stage is still the same as it was back then.
The continuous drizzle in the evening did not disturb the Yaxing of the people who came to drink. Men and women sat by the window, watching the rain and chatting, leisurely.
On the photo wall above the bar, there are many photos posted there by old and new customers, handwritten postcards, and oaths signed by lovers. Lu Guangming leaned lazily in front of the bar, turning his glass in a daze, unaware that the person behind him was approaching.
"Sir Lu." Xie Jiahua said behind him.
Lu Guangming turned around, narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Thanks Sir, I thought you weren't coming after waiting for you for an hour."
Xie Jiahua hugged his jacket and buttoned his shirt meticulously, and his shoulders were wet from the drizzle. He had just finished overtime at the police station and came on foot. Staring at Lu Guangming indifferently, he didn't mean to sit down, "What's the matter, talk about it."
Lu Guangming pulled him out of the stool and ordered two glasses of beer, "What's the hurry? Xia Liuyi's imprisonment is due to me, right? It's okay to thank Sir for inviting me to drink a glass of wine and express my gratitude?"
Xie Jiahua took out his wallet, took out a note and pressed it on the bar. "Thank you for killing the citizens, Sir Lu. Drink slowly." Turn around and leave.
"Hey!" Lu Guangming said loudly leaning on the bar, "Don't you really think that I coaxed you to come here just for a glass of wine? Back then I fell in love with you at first sight here, but you always gave up on me, what's the account? "
The few customers in the bar all looked sideways. Xie Jiahua strode back, pressed him on the bar, and said in a low voice, "Don't talk nonsense."
Lu Guangming laughed softly, "I saw your photo here just now, the green years. You used to come to this bar often?"
Xie Jiahua pressed his neck and said with a cold face, "I'm not in the mood to talk nonsense with you. You said on the phone that it was related to the case. If you have something to say, just say it, and if you don't, get out."
Lu Guangming narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Of course I have something to say, but thank Sir for a drink with me first."
Xie Jiahua threw him away and turned away again. Lu Guangming said behind, "It has something to do with Tang Jiaqi."
Xie Jiahua paused, took a few deep breaths, and suddenly turned around and slapped him! Lu Guangming shrank his neck and nimbly ducked over. Xie Jiahua threw another punch, and he quickly folded his arms to block.
Seeing Xie Jiahua's ruthless eyes and ruthless attack, he was really angry, and he quickly defended, "Really, it was his case nine years ago, and I have eyes on me."
Xie Jiahua's eyes changed, but he still didn't trust him, and after a while, he let go of him with a gloomy face. For the rest of his life after the disaster, Lu Guangming was not frightened, straightened his clothes, lifted the fallen stool and sat down again, smiled and said with emotion, "It's really violent, thank you Sir. I have such a bad impression in your eyes? All lies?"
He put the two cups of beer that survived the disaster in front of Xie Jiahua and said with a smile, "I didn't lie completely, Sir Xie. I really know Tang Jiaqi. I have met him... Nine years ago, Tang Jiaqi's bizarre death was an unsolved case within our ICAC. After I joined the job, I became very interested in his case and approached the senior who was in charge of the internal investigation. He thought Tang Jiaqi was in charge of the internal investigation. At that time, he was secretly investigating a corruption case, and he touched important clues, so he was silenced. He investigated all the internal materials of the ICAC that Tang Jiaqi had contact with, but found nothing. Xie Sir, you have never given up on this case for so many years. Right? Your inference is the same as that senior, but you get nothing, right?"
Xie Jiahua looked at the wine glass silently. He finally picked it up.
"Have you ever thought that what Tang Jiaqi was investigating might not be the case of the ICAC, but the case of your major crime team? That's why he contacted you so frequently back then?"
Xie Jiahua slammed the cup in his hand. Slowly swallowing the big sip of wine in his mouth, he put down the glass and looked at Lu Guangming.
"Tang Jiaqi may have been investigating a murder case that year, and it may have been a murder case you handled. Has he ever asked you about a certain case in a side-by-side manner?"
"… "
Xie Jiahua looked at the wine glass with a cold expression, but did not answer. But the alcohol had burned violently in his stomach.
…
The rain stopped. Night has come. The musicians who played had long since left the stage, and there was light light music on the bar stereo. The guests in twos and threes were all fascinated by the night, talking softly and hugging like no one else.
Xie Jiahua sat alone in front of the bar, with a few empty bottles and a few empty wine glasses in front of him. He lowered his head, put his hand on his forehead, and leaned against the bar, as if he was contemplating, but also seemed to be asleep.
The bartender personally brought a glass of the cocktail he ordered and touched his arm, "Hello? Are you okay?"
"It's alright." Xie Jiahua raised his head and looked like he was still awake.
"what about your friends?"
"Going out to answer the phone. Not my friend." Xie Jiahua said, he was already drunk.
"I looked at you a little bit familiar just now. Are you... is that Ward? That little Sir from the serious crime team?"
Xie Jiahua frowned and looked at him, and recognized the bartender. "I'm."
The bartender smiled in surprise, "Oh! It's really you! How many years have you been here? Seven or eight years?"
"Nine years."
The bartender remembered something, and raised his hand to rummage above the bar, "We still have pictures of you and Jacky back then... Huh?! Where are you, I saw it some time ago."
Xie Jiahua's heart was beating like a drum, and he waved his hand, indicating that the bartender didn't need to look for it, and took out his wallet and ordered another glass of spirits.
Since he stepped into this bar, his mood began to fluctuate. Lu Guangming's words were like igniting a barrel of gasoline that had been dusty for many years, burning a raging fire in his heart.
This bar was the place where he reunited with Tang Jiaqi after a long absence. They were elementary school classmates who grew up in the same neighborhood and had a close relationship. Later, with his father's success in government, he continued to move up the ranks. When he moved in middle school, the two gradually lost contact. He was a rebellious and perverse playboy back then. He had many estrangements with his father, and he didn't want to inherit his father's career as a policeman, but wanted to study art abroad, but was forced by his father to attend the police academy and was assigned to serious crimes after graduation. Group. Reuniting with his childhood friend Tang Jiaqi in a bar was the only light in his frustrated and restless days. With the deepening of contact, Tang Jiaqi's cheerful self-confidence and belief in eliminating evil and promoting good gradually infected him. He gradually faced up to his career, developed a sense of identity and responsibility, and began to study hard from colleagues and seniors, and treat cases seriously and responsibly. , the long-standing rigid relationship between father and son has also improved. He and Tang Jiaqi often met, drank together, chatted with each other, played football together, went fishing together, exchanged and analyzed the case together...
The close relationship lasted more than a year. Tang Jiaqi is his confidant and friend, and also his guiding light. What's more, the affection between them may have already surpassed that of ordinary friends and brothers. Three days before Tang Jiaqi disappeared, in this bar, the drunk Tang Jiaqi suddenly kissed him, then pushed him away, said sorry, and left in a hurry. He didn't catch up, because he was also confused and at a loss. He immersed himself in his work and thought about this relationship, but before he could come to a conclusion, he waited for the news of Tang Jiaqi's death.
He will never be able to respond to the other party again. Over the past nine years, he has regretted in every sleepless night, regretting that he did not catch up at the time, regretting that he did not make a phone call later, regretting that he did not have time to tell the other party, "Actually, I am not Hate that kiss", "Actually we can try together"...
But now, this yellow-haired boy, who is full of lies, has deep scheming, and has no bottom line, hints that Tang Jiaqi's first contact with him was just to use him to investigate the case! How could such sincere affection be faked? ! Their mutual understanding, trust and tacit understanding, how could they be false? ! At that time, he and Tang Jiaqi talked about everything, and the number of cases they had exchanged could not be counted. As long as it was not confidential and did not need to avoid suspicion from the other party's functional department, they would do their best to help each other and ask questions without hesitation. When consulting the other party, Tang Jiaqi has never "inquired about the case side by side" as Lu Guangming said!
Tang Jiaqi is noble and pure in his heart, and cannot be blasphemed. Lu Guangming's words tonight not only failed to reverse his despicable impression of him, but made him feel even more disgusted. This smiling little fox is only in his early twenties. What kind of dark past does he have to cultivate so many deep thoughts and inferior methods, and polish such a shameless and hypocritical mask? Such a despicable and selfish person must not have any intimate contacts, and must not understand feelings. What qualifications are there to speculate and sow discord between him and Tang Jiaqi
The anger that had nowhere to vent, the irreparable regret, and the thoughts that were separated by yin and yang were intertwined with huge waves in his heart. Cup after cup of spirits led him to the center of the churning whirlpool.
…
Lu Guangming ended a lengthy call with his colleagues about the case, and hurried back to the bar. Seeing that there were a few more cups on the stage, Xie Jiahua held his forehead and closed his eyes slightly, no longer responding to the waiter's patted greeting.
"Why did you drink so much?" Lu Guangming asked curiously, stepping up to pat him on the face, "Thank you Sir? Thank you... wow!"
He raised his head to avoid the iron fist swung by Sir Xie, and quickly jumped back a few steps. He didn't think he was angry, but said happily, "I hate me so much? You want to beat me when you're drunk?"
"Go away." Xie Jiahua said. With a gloomy face, he stood up, took out a few bills from his wallet and placed them on the bar.
"He has already paid the bill just now," the waiter pushed the money back and reluctantly told Lu Guangming, "Your friend is very drunk, take him back."
"Then I have to be able to get close to him." Lu Guangming tried to get close several times, but Xie Jiahua threw his iron fist at him with great precision.
Lu Guangming was forced to be helpless. He had an idea and gave a bright and bright smile, "Ahua? You don't recognize me? I'm Jiaqi."
Xie Jiahua frowned and looked at him gloomily. Lu Guangming felt guilty for a while. He probably wasn't drunk enough, his poor performance was about to be dismantled, and he was about to be attacked by an iron fist - Xie Jiahua suddenly stepped forward and hugged him.
"Okay, okay, Ah Hua, it's been a long time." Lu Guangming patted his head with a smile, and smiled smugly at the waiter. "Ahua, it's time for you to go home."
"I don't want to go home," Xie Jiahua said, putting his head on his shoulder and closing his eyes, "I miss you very much."
Lu Guangming touched him again, "I miss you too. Be good, go home and go to bed early."
"do not wanna go Home."
Lu Guangming was amused by his serious drunkenness, "I have to go home if you don't go home, thank you Sir. I have a case to investigate tomorrow morning."
He stretched out his hand and fumbled around Xie Jiahua's waist, and finally tore off his BP machine, "I'll see who can take you back." Taking the opportunity to pick it up, he scanned Xie Jiahua's information record, and wrote down a few possibilities. 's informant number. Then I scanned the content of the message again, but I really didn't find any message with an intimate tone.
"Thank you Sir, you don't even have a person to pick you up, how dare you get drunk?"
"Jiaqi, I miss you very much."
Lu Guangming narrowed his eyes and smiled, but the same sadness and loneliness as Xie Jiahua flashed in his eyes.
He helped Xie Jiahua out of the bar, stopped a taxi and stuffed it inside. Xie Jiahua rested his head on his shoulder, without exaggerated drunkenness or vomiting, just leaning against him quietly, eyes closed as if asleep.
Lu Guangming looked out the window for a while and heard Xie Jiahua whispering. He put his ear close, Xie Jiahua rubbed his shoulder and said, "Where have you been? I miss you very much."
Lu Guangming took him in his arms, caressed the back of his head like a child, and took out a photo from the inner pocket of his clothes with his other hand.
He rubbed the bright and bright smile on the photo with his fingertips, and whispered to himself, "I miss him too."
…
Xie Jiahua woke up from a biting headache and opened his eyes to the bright sunshine in the room. He stared at the ceiling for a full minute before realizing that he was in the hotel now, and recalled some sporadic clips from last night.
His face turned blue and black, he closed his eyes unbearably, and finally he couldn't help turning his head to look sideways.
Lu Guangming buried half of his face in the pillow, wrapped in the quilt and shrunk into a ball. The corners of his brows and mouth were slightly bruised, and the exposed shoulders and collarbone were covered with ambiguous red spots that had obviously been bitten. He slept soundly, his cheeks flushed slightly, and there was a childish innocence on his face without the smiling fox mask.
Xie Jiahua rubbed his temples and got out of bed, looking at the mess in the room with a headache—the quilts and sheets were sticking with ambiguous water stains, and several used condoms were thrown among the torn clothes on the ground.
- He was shocked that he still remembered wearing a condom! Even the drunkenness is chaotic and serious, and the chaos is quite the bottom line of principle!
He slapped his solemn and stupid self hard. Unable to bear to stay in this room for a minute and a second, he quickly put on his clothes and just opened the door, but his footsteps stopped. He fumbled around, his BP machine was gone.
He went back and groped in the clothes on the ground, and dug out his BP machine from Lu Guangming's pocket. Clipping the BP machine back to his waist, he continued to rummage carefully—in case Lu Guangming stole something from him.
He dug out a photo from a hidden inner pocket of Lu Guangming's coat.
It was ten years ago when he and Tang Jiaqi crossed their shoulders and took a photo at a tourist pier. The date of the photo and "Long Live Friendship" were written on the back, and they left it on the photo wall of the bar they frequented. Last night, Lu Guangming said that he had seen pictures of him when he was young. And the bartender said the photo was gone.
He frowned and glanced at Lu Guangming who was still sleeping, grabbed the photo in his hand, and opened the door and left without turning his head.