Wei Qian's reaction was very flat, whether it was a photo, Wei Zhiyuan's words or a sudden phone call, he showed no expression. He raised his hand and pressed it down, signaling Wei Zhiyuan to sit down first, and said to the person on the other end of the phone, "Mr. Wang."
Wang Dongliang first sighed with emotion: "Hey, you have come all the way to our hometown to participate in our urban construction, what about me? Hehe, I'm not doing well, so there are only a few people in the local area who can watch my face I'm familiar with it, barely a little bit of face—haven't had time to invite Wei Dong to dinner? I don't know if this face will be rewarded by Wei Dong?"
Wei Qian smiled lightly, not knowing whether it was ridicule or sarcasm, and then his eyes fell on the corner of his desk, and he tapped lightly with his fingers, Wei Zhiyuan immediately understood, took the cigarette case, and lit a cigarette. hand it to him.
"Boss Wang is too polite."
Wang Dongliang laughed heartily, "Where, I've heard about Wei Dong for a long time. You are a talented young man. If you have something to do, let's talk about it, we two brothers are quite close."
Wei Qian flicked the cigarette ash calmly: "How do you say that?"
"You know, you, Brother Wang, and I like to make friends. I don't care where the heroes come from. These friends come from all kinds of religions and come from all over the world. Some of them may have made some mistakes when they were young. Haha, of course. Yes, the prodigal sons have turned back now. Now there is such a friend among my friends, who is also sixty years younger this year, his surname is Ji, and his name is Ji Xuewen, I don’t know if you have any impression.”
The gangster Wang Dongliang speaks so obliquely. Wei Qian frowned, unable to realize what he was barking at the first time. After a moment of hesitation, Wei Qian cautiously picked up his words: "I still I have never heard that your friend is He Fangsheng."
Wang Dongliang started his long speech again, lamenting the impermanence of life for a long time, occasionally interspersed with a few lines of Tang poems and Song poems, which were so sour that he forgot to put sugar in the sour plum soup. After smoking three cigarettes, Wei Zhiyuan forcibly snatched the fourth cigarette away.
Finally, after Wang Dongliang ran around the earth, he returned to the topic.
"Indeed," said the hooligan, "it's been so many years. Mr. Wei is indeed young, and he probably doesn't remember the earlier events. Coincidentally, this Ji Xuewen happened to be imprisoned in the year you were born. Yes, it has a lot to do with your mother."
Until then, Wei Qian's expression changed for the first time.
Just listen to Wang Dongliang slowly spit out the following words: "No, how can you say that there is a deep connection? Brother Wang is not educated, this mouth always doesn't express the meaning, don't worry about it. Although there is no normal marriage relationship Well, but without him there would be no you, how do you say that? That blood is thicker than water or something"
Wei Qian interrupted him suddenly: "Mr. Wang is planning to open a big business and give me a father directly? Then this father is really cheap."
Wang Dongliang laughed complacently: "Why does Mr. Wei speak so thornyly? Why, is the little brother not serving you today? It doesn't sound like a good mood—but just looking at the appearance, Wei Dong and my friend are not very good. Like, Mr. Wei should look more like his mother. When my friend saw your photo, his eyes were straightened. He said that the eyebrows are really not bad at all. As the old saying goes, "Birth of a child and mother of Xiao, Father of the Birth of the Daughter Xiao’ah hahahaha, I’ve talked too much, of course, bro, I’m an outsider, if I talk too much about your “family members”, I’ll be annoying. It’s still the same sentence, I must come some other day, My brother has to treat you well. Please eat. Let’s order our local specialties. There is a "living restaurant" where living people serve as dinner plates. All of them are beautiful young men with thick eyebrows and big eyes. Chairman Wei must be fine. This time, don’t be polite to me.”
As soon as the words "birth son and mother mother" came out, the blue veins on Wei Qian's forehead jumped out, and Wei Zhiyuan could clearly feel his breathing.
However, Wei Qian didn't show any clues to Wang Dongliang. He patiently listened to his whole paragraph of meaningful nonsense, and only slightly twitched the corner of his mouth, and said with a half-smile: "President Wang has a really good appetite. It seems that brother, I must have fun with you."
The moment he put down the phone, Wei Qian exhaled lightly. It felt like he had been holding it in for a long time, and his breath trembled a little. His lips seemed to be frozen, blue and white, without a trace of blood.
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Wei Zhiyuan called him softly: "Brother"
Wei Qian didn't answer, Wei Zhiyuan leaned across the table and pinched his shoulder: "Brother!"
Wei Qian seemed to come back now, he raised his head and gave Wei Zhiyuan a fixed look, then slowly bent down, took out a document from the drawer and handed it to Wei Zhiyuan, and said weakly: "This is the document drafted by the Investment Department. Yes, about the cooperation agreement of your game, the legal person has read it, you should go through it first, and directly communicate with the manager in charge if you have any questions."
Wei Zhiyuan was stunned for a moment, and just about to say something, Wei Qian lowered his eyes: "Go out first, let me stay by myself for a while."
Wei Zhiyuan frowned, Wei Qian raised his voice slightly: "Get out."
Wei Zhiyuan saw that he was upset and didn't want to make things worse for him at this moment, so he silently picked up the draft contract on the table, turned around and walked out, closing the door gently behind him.
It was already off work, and Wei Qian didn't come out of his office. The headquarters was almost gone, so Wei Zhiyuan wandered around and knocked on his door: "Brother? It's time, are you going home?"
There was no movement inside for a while, Wei Zhiyuan was about to raise his hand to knock on the door again, when the door opened from the inside.
Wei Qian's expression was extremely ugly, he took out the car key from his pocket and handed it to Wei Zhiyuan, and said: "Go ahead."
There is nothing else to say.
"I chatted a lot with your department manager this afternoon. It was very interesting. By the way, brother, do you still have food at home? Let's stop by and buy something later. What do you want to eat?"
Wei Zhiyuan tried to stir up a topic, but Wei Qian either simply responded, or simply leaned sickly on the car seat without making a sound.
In the end, Wei Zhiyuan was also silent. When he entered the community, he slowed down to a speed similar to that of a bicycle, slowly drove into the driveway of the community, stretched out a hand, and wrapped it around the back of Wei Qian's hand—that hand was cold.
Wei Qian just opened his eyes, glanced at him indifferently, and then closed them again.
He neither protested nor flinched, just some kind of self-defeating numbness.
Something is absolutely wrong, Wei Zhiyuan thought.
Wei Zhiyuan didn't warm his hands until he drove the car into his garage. Wei Qian opened his closed eyes a little, as if his microcirculation had just recovered, he moved his stiff fingers, Slowly asked Wei Zhiyuan: "Is it easy to touch?"
When Wei Zhiyuan saw the situation, he got up to behave himself, and retracted his paw: "Brother, are you alright?"
Wei Qian: "Yes."
Said, he unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car, went straight upstairs, Wei Zhiyuan quickly caught up with him: "Brother, I think about the photo"
Wei Qian walked in front with his back to him, raised one hand and raised two fingers: "Let's talk about this later."
Wei Zhiyuan: "Huh?"
"Let's talk about it tomorrow, Xiaobao is still at home."
Xiaobao was lying on a coffee table with Alex looking at old photos - this was a beggar's request from Alex. Out of the hospitality of the simple people, Song Xiaobao innocently agreed to him for a while, but soon regretted it.
The meaning of cheap a is to visit the handsome boy in his childhood, who knows that he soon found a more interesting one - Song Xiaobao in his childhood, and he laughed cruelly at this.
"Hahahaha, how did you grow up like this when you were a child? It's too bizarre! Lili, tell me secretly, how many times did you go to Smecta country to obtain this disguised human identity? It doesn't matter, I I won’t ask you what the purpose of coming to Earth is, just tell me.”
Song Xiaobao: "What! How can it be so ugly?"
Bitch A showed a mouthful of snow-white teeth, and said seriously: "No, girl, it's not ugly at all, but by human standards, the situation is a little bit tragic."
Song Xiaobao: ""
Cheap A got closer and observed her: "You are not short-sighted? Alas, fortunately, otherwise your nose that was slapped by the door panel when you were young, I'm afraid you wouldn't even be able to wear glasses? A little girl, she tied her glasses with a string all day long. On the head, it looks like a patient who has just undergone brain damage treatment, tsk, how miserable it is."
Song Xiaobao glared at him.
Her gaze was harmless to Bitch A, and while flipping through the rare old photo albums of his family casually, Alex said, "You told me last time that the eldest brother in the family is close, isn't the second brother right? Oh, you Just be like your big brother Hey fuck, who is this?!"
The last page of the album is a woman.
Due to the age and photographic technology, the woman's expression looks a bit stiff. She has curly hair that looks very gaudy today, her blood-red lips are smeared, her cheeks are thin and sunken, her complexion is dull, and her eyes are numb. Looking directly at the camera, trying to squeeze out an unnatural smile.
It stands to reason that this photo should be very destructive, maybe even Shih Tzu can be photographed as a woman without salt, but Alex stared at the woman's face for a long time, if it wasn't for Xiao Bao who knew that he would almost bend out of pi, One would think he fell in love with the woman in the picture at first sight.
"Pretty" after a while, Alex murmured.
Xiaobao said puzzledly: "Ah? How beautiful, what a silly photo."
Alex waved his hand: "You don't understand—look, she is like a dummy made of wax, her whole body is stiff, she looks towards the camera unnaturally, there is something particularly gray in her eyes, her eyes are dim, and her expression is dull At first glance, she is just an ordinary middle-aged woman, but when you distinguish carefully, you will find that this woman is really beautiful, just like "
He seemed to be suddenly at a loss for words, and after gesticulating for a long time, he said incoherently: "That kind of dying flower, do you know that the outer petals have deteriorated into a dying brown, and the shriveled plant veins inside can be seen. There is a bit of broken vitality in the flower heart, with the water vapor that will disappear soon"
Song Xiaobao said: "Don't you just want to say that the remaining flowers are lost?"
"Mao! Do you have aesthetics? Shut up if you don't talk, I find that you can't spit ivory out of your dog's mouth." Alex sprayed her angrily, then he lowered his head and looked at the picture fascinated The photo, whispered, "There is a kind of beauty that is about to be destroyed. When people look at it, they will unconsciously imagine what the flower looked like when it was in full bloom. Who is this person?"
"My mother." Song Xiaobao said, pulled out the photo, looked at the date marked on it, "I don't remember what she looks like, my brother said, she should have started taking drugs by this time, no wonder she was thin It's like this skinny ghost."
Alex suddenly came to his senses, he seemed to have touched Xiaobao's sad things about their family, and immediately came back from the state of a fanatical photographer, and said awkwardly: "Li Li, I'm sorry."
"It's okay, I don't have any impression of her." Song Xiaobao shrugged heartlessly, and added, "Nor my dad."
At this moment, Wei Qian and Wei Zhiyuan came back, Wei Qian couldn't help but look at the photo in Xiaobao's hand, he didn't see any joy or anger on his face, he just walked over, tidied it up by himself, and put the mother's photo back in. Going back to the photo album, he slapped Song Xiaobao lightly on the head again: "What's wrong with taking photos?"
Although Alex really wanted to stay for a while longer to look at the beautiful man, but he observed Wei Qian's complexion and found that Wei Qian's face was not gloomy, so he had to bid farewell within five minutes and went to the hotel where he was staying.
Wei Qian cheered up, chatted with Xiaobao a few words, and went back to the room before nine o'clock.
When he got to his room, Wei Qian closed the door and pinched his eyebrows fiercely—he had a severe headache.
Wei Qian just washed hastily, didn't even wipe his hair, and rolled onto the bed, soon fell asleep exhausted physically and mentally, before he completely fell asleep, his mind ran through the whole day's affairs in a mess, Finally, it freezes on the old photo held by Xiao Bao.
He first dreamed again in a daze, leaning on a pregnant woman when he was a child, listening to her tell the story of the river and the child.
Then the voice of the woman and reading disappeared, and the story seemed to have a follow-up.
The woman's plump cheeks are sunken, her tall nose seems to be sharp enough to pierce the sky, her eyes are becoming more and more gloomy and numb, and there seems to be a crazy dead silence in her bright red lips.
Wei Qian seemed to have returned to his boyhood. As soon as he opened the door, he saw the woman standing in front of Xiaobao's bed, holding her drug needle in her hand, staring at the little girl on the bed.
The heartless little girl was sleeping unconsciously.
Wei Qian's scalp exploded, he walked over in two steps, pushed the woman away, and stood in front of Xiaobao's bed: "What are you doing?"
The woman became thin like a bamboo pole in the wind, and he staggered when he raised his hand, staggered back a few steps, and sat down on the ground.
"What am I doing?" She laughed softly, the hand that fell into the corner happened to touch Wei Qian's childhood storybook, the woman picked it up, and tore it out page by page in a leisurely manner , she said slowly, "You two bitch bastards, what are you doing alive? You might as well die early and have a better pregnancy in your next life."
As she spoke, her eyes fell between the torn pages: "The little lamb is chubby, eat it in one bite, don't run away hahahaha, don't run away."
Wei Qian: "Crazy."
He didn't want to look at her anymore, so he bent down to look at Xiao Bao on the small bed. This child has been a pig since he was a child, and there was such a big movement beside him that he couldn't wake her up.
Her little face was round and bulging, and her little meatball-like paws were placed by her side, opening and closing inadvertently, as if trying to grab something.
The boy breathed a sigh of relief, and gently put the girl's little hand under the quilt, feeling as if she was grasping his fingers with attachment.
But before he could feel the warmth from the child's warm palm, a pair of hands suddenly hugged him from behind, and he smelled the nauseous inferior fragrance of a woman. Those hands were so thin that they were out of shape. A dry line, the fingertips have no blood color, but the touch is extremely slippery, like two cold fish slipped into his clothes, one hand grabbed his waist, and then moved to his chest, the other Hands touched his lower body and rubbed provocatively.
The boy's body was about to develop, and before he had time to enter puberty, he was ignorant and didn't know what was going on, so he was stunned on the spot.
As strange restlessness poured into his veins, "Boom" rushed into his brain, Wei Qian finally came back, struggled violently, turned around and slapped the woman.
With a "snap", the room was silent for a while, and Xiao Bao was finally woken up, crying loudly like a bell.
The woman licked her scarlet lips, covered her face with one hand, knelt down on the ground, and laughed lightly and intermittently, her crazy expression appeared a little naive for a while: "Oh, dear son, so you still don't understand? "
Wei Qian's blood became cold, and he felt that the woman's touch on his body was still there, as if a snake was wrapped around his body. He felt sick for a while, and retched while holding the table.
The woman stopped laughing and looked at him indifferently: "You men, don't you just like this kind of thing? What, you think mom is disgusting? So what? Ten years ago, the blood on your body belonged to me. Disgusting? Huh?"
Said, she brushed her hair back, raised her chin, stood up dignifiedly and indifferently, but hummed softly in her mouth: "The little lamb is round and round, eat it in one bite, don't run away!"
While humming, she stepped on her high-heeled shoes and unbuttoned her neckline a little. She staggered out and walked out. When she reached the door, she suddenly turned around, her eyes widened, and the eyeballs were about to come out of their sockets. Looking at Wei Qian fixedly, he said nonsense: "I told you not to cross the river, don't cross the river, you still have to cross it! What's the matter? Song Dawei is dead? Are you fucked too? You are about to be killed." 'Aww' eat it in one bite! Ahahahaha"
Her laughter became sharper and sharper, and in the end it was almost like a crow crowing at night holding its throat, giving birth to a kind of heart-piercing ominousness.
Wei Qian woke up suddenly, with palpitations like thunder.
He forgot to close the window when he was sleeping, and the cold wind of late autumn blew, which made him tremble violently, and then he realized that he was actually naked.
Wei Qian frowned. He was usually under great pressure, and the rest time was extremely precious. He usually fell asleep and didn't care much about the needs of this aspect. Occasionally, he would pass himself off with his hands.
But this night, he felt a little shy, so he didn't reach out to touch it, but just leaned against the head of the bed, quietly waiting for the desire to pass, and he didn't close the window, letting the wind blow.
I don't know how long it took before his heartbeat and body gradually calmed down. Wei Qian got up and planned to pour himself a glass of water. He struggled out of the nightmare and found it a bit ridiculous—whether it was that dream or Wang Dongliang.
He used to stand up straight as much as possible, leave school, and because of that ridiculous self-esteem, he went to work as a thug for Brother Le, earning his life's money.
But so what? He thought, if he wants now, if Le Xiaodong's nightclub is still there, he can buy two or three of them and throw them away. Who can shake his self-esteem
Money and interests will always weave a huge net, it just depends on whose net is bigger and whose net is stronger.
In just a few days, Wei Qian had figured out Wang Dongliang.
The brother-in-law, who was highly regarded by Wang Dongliang, beat someone to death during the demolition. He suppressed this incident locally. Unexpectedly, the person who was beaten to death had a distant relative in his family. Investigate those surnamed Wang.
There is also the group of reform-through-labour prisoners under Wang Dongliang's hands. Although they are all supported by him to do things for him, as these people become more and more lawless, it becomes more and more difficult to restrain them. Wang Dongliang has now been dragged down by one foot water.
He definitely needs money, a lot of money, he is so poor that he is about to jump over the wall.
It is said that he has laundered money from Macau and urgently needs to open a serious channel to return to the mainland. There is almost no better way than the project of transforming this square into a residence.
For the project in city a, Ma Chunming gave a very accurate market research report before. The local pre-sale management is not very strict, and he will definitely get most of the money back before the main body is capped, and it may even be liquidated. If the early operation Properly, the entire payback period may not exceed half a year, a rare "short, flat, fast" high-profit project.
Wang Dongliang must get this piece of land as soon as possible. Wei Qian put down the water glass and stared at the slightly glimmering surface of the water. He was holding the glass with his slender and strong fingers that belonged to an adult man. He said to himself: I It must be impossible for you to get it.
At this moment, the door of Wei Zhiyuan's room opened suddenly.
Wei Qian came back, glanced at the clock on the wall, and asked in a low voice, "Why are you still awake at this hour? Living with jet lag?"
Wei Zhiyuan came over: "Well, I was discussing something with some overseas friends just now, bro, I'm a little worried about you."
Wei Qian felt that he was calm at the time—he felt that he was calm when he received the call from Wang Dongliang, and the nightmare was just a coincidence that broke the biological clock of going to bed late and waking up early—he was still trying to figure out how to deal with the big hooligan. Things, of course, should be rational.
However, at this moment, in such a calm and rational mind, the words of the crazy woman in his dream filled his heart involuntarily.
cross the river
cross the river? It's over, how
So what if the parents are not human
What is homosexuality? What is incest
"You want to threaten me with something that doesn't hurt?" Wei Qian thought to himself, "Wind knife, frost, sword talk like snow? I'm going to bury me for something, who am I afraid of? Fuck it."
"Come with me." Wei Qian said lightly, as if he was planning to chat with Wei Zhiyuan about how to go through the procedures for investment funds.
However, after he closed the door, he pressed Wei Zhiyuan against the door, and before Wei Zhiyuan figured out what was going on, he leaned forward lightly and nibbled on Wei Zhiyuan's lips.
Wei Zhiyuan felt his steady heart beating "crack" on the spot, and he forgot to jump.
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