Song Nan Tomb quit his job at the construction site and blocked Song Yikai's phone number.
Now his brother is nagging in his ear and he finds it annoying!
"Jiang Beize, I advise you to call me back quickly, otherwise I will catch you and kill you!"
Another call was transferred to the voicemail, and Song Nan Tomb went to the bar after saying that it was better to be surrounded by people than alone.
He was sitting on a remote sofa with a cigarette in his mouth. This bar was wild and he was in a good location. It was half light and half dark. Song Nan Tomb put an arm on the back of the sofa and puffed out smoke.
There are only two kinds of cigarettes smoked in Song Nan Tomb.
Jinqiao menthol cigarettes and Su cigarettes.
He is the kind of person who values face very much, and he must be dignified and dignified when smoking. Otherwise, imagine if people ask him, "What do you smoke?"
He said, "Red gold dragon!"
Too many products, too many prices
Just like when he was young, people said that the name Song Nanye sounded better than Song Yikai, and he felt happy.
He thinks the name Jiangbeize is also nice. Although people say the name Jiangbeiyuan is nice, he feels that the three characters "Jiangbeize" are very suitable!
After smoking two soda cigarettes, my body was smelling like smoke, and my eyes were a little cloudy.
Suddenly two men sat opposite.
A thick-set man in black, wearing dark black sunglasses.
One of them placed a glass of wine in front of Song Nan's tomb and raised his hand to let him drink.
Song Nan Tomb blew a smoke ring and blew it into the man's face, "Did you put medicine on it?"
The man was choked by the smoke and coughed, but said nothing.
"Mute?"
As soon as he finished speaking, his shoulders were held down by two people.
Behind him stood two equally tall and thick men, wearing black suits and expressionless like robots.
"What do you mean?"
Song Nan Tomb began to feel something was wrong.
Rumors about this bar are a bit chaotic, but the chaos is also aimed at those drunk women. He, a big man, is sitting here peacefully, and several people come and stand in front of and behind him, as if they were kidnapped.
Song Nan Tomb had practiced before, but when he saw something was wrong, he grabbed the arm of the person on the rear left with his backhand, and threw him over his shoulder in a neat move. The other three people got up together, and Song Nan Tomb kicked one of them directly in the stomach.
"What's going on? Are you attracted to my beauty?"
"..." The three of them didn't say anything and rushed towards Song Nan's tomb.
They were all heavyweight strong men. Song Nan Tomb could barely deal with three of them by himself. He didn't know when the fourth one got up from the ground and hugged Song Nan Tomb directly from behind.
It was as if he was locked up now. Song Nan Tomb could not move. Two people handcuffed him and another tied a rope to him.
Song Nan Tomb: "Who sent you here?"
No one spoke.
Everyone tacitly agreed and remained silent.
Song Nan Tomb was put into a black jeep, and the car drove to a private teahouse, and three people pushed him in.
There was a man standing in the hall.
He was tall, with a strong build, and estimated to be around thirty. Song Nan Tomb did not recognize him.
"Boss, I brought it to you."
One of the men in black finally spoke, "Boss, we all just worked and didn't talk."
The man waved them away, then unlocked Song Nan's handcuffs and wanted to shake hands with him.
"Boy, let me introduce you, Xu Kuangjie."
"do not know."
Song Nan Tomb rubbed his wrists and found a sofa to sit down on.
Xu Kuangjie sat down opposite him, raised his wrist and looked at his watch, "Okay, Jiang Beiyuan is coming soon, you two can talk then."
"What? So Jiang Beiyuan kidnapped me?"
"Kidnapping is nothing. He asked me to bring you here. I just did it in my own way."
The implication is that Jiang Beiyuan cannot do such a thing as kidnapping, but he, Xu Kuangjie, can do it!
He is such a simple, rough and mighty man!
Song Nan Tomb didn't speak. His eyebrows were covered with a layer of sadness. He didn't know who he thought of or what he thought of.
Xu Kuangjie saw a cigarette case in his open pocket, took it over and lit one, "You kid still smokes Su cigarettes?"
"Is there a problem? I'm an adult."
"Are you in your twenties?"
"..." Song Nan Tomb remained silent. He was in his early twenties and not yet twenty-one.
Xu Kuangjie rubbed his forehead and was speechless, "Let me ask, can I still pull you back from the right path now?"
"I have always been on the right path, but you don't understand."
"When I was your age, I would have stayed in school and joined a company. This was the right way."
"Tch, you are the grandson."
Xu Kuangjie:? ?
"Why are you telling him so much?"
Jiang Beiyuan is here. He drove here by himself, holding the car key in his hand. He is wearing a gray coat, customized with high-end fabrics, which highlights his extraordinary temperament.
Xu Kuangjie stood up and said, "I brought it to you. I'm leaving now."
Jiangbeiyuan sat down at Xu Kuangjie's seat.
Song Nan's nose was sore.
In fact, Jiang Beiyuan and Jiang Beize are similar in some aspects. After all, they have the same father. Just looking at Jiang Beiyuan, he thought of that person. He didn't know where he was now or how he was doing. His heart ached when he thought of him. .
Song Nan Tomb wanted to light a cigarette, but saw the man opposite him frown.
He forgot who it was that said that after Jiang Beiyuan got married, there would be no smell of smoke, so he gave up, laughed dryly, and took his hand back.
"elder brother."
Song Nan Tomb is very sensible and does not mean to please deliberately. He feels that Jiang Beiyuan is very good. He has promised him before that he will not interfere in his and Jiang Beize's affairs. In this regard, he is very grateful to Jiang Beiyuan. His brother is better than his own. Hello brother.
Jiang Beiyuan hummed, took out a card from his pocket and pushed it over.
"Do you know why you don't have the confidence now?"
"Why?"
"Because you have no money."
"..." Song Nan Tomb acquiesced.
He really has no money, no identity, no background, and no family.
Jiang Beiyuan: "There are 20 million in this card. I borrowed it from you. It's up to you how to operate it. I want 30 million within five years."
Song Nan's tomb heart moved fiercely!
He really wants to start a business, but starting a business requires money and working capital. He wants to get a loan from a bank. He is young now and has no guarantor, so the bank will not lend him too much money.
So Song Nan Tomb thought about finding a stable job for a few years, saving some money, and then starting a business. Now Jiang Beiyuan has opened up a channel for him. This man is really good at killing people's hearts.
Song Nan Tomb took the card over and lowered his eyebrows, "Thank you."
"As for your brother, he is my assistant and I am his boss. I have no right to morally kidnap him in public or private matters. You still need to do this yourself."
"I know. I didn't intend for you, including Kitazawa, to interfere in our brothers' private affairs, especially Kitazawa. He is innocent."
Jiangbeiyuan nodded lightly.
"Resolve it as soon as possible. My wife knows about you two and will worry about it. I don't want to see her worried and sad."
"… oh."
Song Nan Tomb suddenly felt that the bank card in his hand had changed its taste.
Why is it so sour
"Calm down and make plans for the future before you go find him."
Jiangbeiyuan left a list of addresses and left.
Song Nan's heart was racing. He knew that was Jiang Beize's current address. He resisted the urge to run over to find him immediately. He wrapped the bank card in a note with trembling hands and put it in his pocket.
"Thanks."
He said another sentence to the back of Jiang Beiyuan who had walked away.
…
"This is my plan for the future. With a capital of 20 million, I will give you 10 million within a year, and within five years, I will give 30 million to Jiangbeiyuan."
Song Nan Tomb said to Song Yikai.
Song Yikai looked at the whole piece of paper, filled with clear ideas for the future, feeling uncomfortable in his heart.
In my own mind, when had my brother ever imagined the future like this
When he was a child, he went out to play after finishing his homework. He never liked to be restrained or forced to study. When he was young, Song Nan Tomb lived one day at a time and enjoyed himself in time. This was his goal.
"Brother, I know Ningcheng can't accept us, and I don't want to change the world's views. I don't want to live in Ningcheng in the future. I'm not happy. I hope you can agree."
"Sigh... You said it would be great for you to find a girl to get married safely and have children, right?"
"Brother, do you still remember that I suddenly started studying hard in high school?"
Song Nan Tomb said.
"He is my motivation in the distance, that's why I am where I am now. Otherwise, Song Nanye would still be waiting for death, drinking and having fun. Do you like me like this? Marrying someone you don't love, I am depressed and live my life with a forced smile. Do you like how I live? Also, is this fair to this girl? I don’t love her, and she has to endure a marriage that I don’t love.”
“…”
Song Yikai said nothing.
It can be seen that Song Yikai is still a little touched in his heart, and his attitude is not as tough as before.
Song Nan Tomb looked at Song Yikai, as if he had grown up overnight, and his sharp eyebrows had gained a bit of dazzling maturity and restraint.
"Brother, I'm sorry to you, not because I fell in love with someone I shouldn't have loved, but because I couldn't be loyal to you the way you wanted. You wanted me to stay in Ningcheng and see me all the time. I know you want me to live a safe life, and in this regard, I promise you that I will live a safe and happy life."
Song Yikai pursed his lips hard...
"Starting a business is not that simple. Many people fail to start a business."
"I know that even if I fail, I have a plan for failure. I will not let the 20 million go to waste. The future will be very hard. For the sake of my other half, I should shoulder this responsibility and responsibility."
Song Yikai's tears fell.
He didn't know why he was crying.
Once upon a time, he had taught his younger brother many times to be a responsible man, but he just didn't listen.
The shadow of his parents in his childhood traumatized him so much that he got used to being carefree, used to being alone, used to being selfish, and used to not caring about other people's feelings.
Song Yikai had nothing to do with him. Because of his parents, he owed Song Nan Tomb, so he always doted on him and pampered him.
Now, another person is teaching him to grow and teach him the responsibilities and responsibilities of a man. He will grow into a better and stronger person in the future, because there is a light in his heart supporting him, which is the motivation for him to move forward.
If the light is gone, the love is gone, the hope is gone, the motivation is gone.
So, is there any meaning in fighting for the future
He will turn back into the mediocre, decadent, uneducated Song Nan Tomb.
A boy who can change his name to "Tomb", what else can't he do
Song Yikai finished crying and suddenly went into the bedroom without saying a word.
Song Nan Tomb didn't know what he was going to do.
When Song Yikai came out again, he held a bank card in his hand and handed it to Song Nan Tomb.
"Your brother and I, the assistant to the president, have made a lot of money over the years. Among them are 10 million. In addition to what my boss gave you, is 30 million enough?"
Song Nan Tomb grinned and hooked Song Yikai's neck.
"Brother, please take a look. Before he is thirty, your brother will definitely be a wealthy businessman. Let's not talk about the top 100 in the world. I have the confidence to be in the top 500. When the time comes, I will poach you. You Go be my assistant!"
"Go and go, how can I have an elder brother to be an assistant to my younger brother?"
"I'll give you twice the salary, and you won't come if I don't believe you!" Song Nan Tomb vowed, with the spirit of a young man who has dreams and dares to fight hard, so even his eyebrows are shining with charming brilliance.
Song Yikai smiled, "You brat, wait until you get into the top 500!"
Song Nan Tomb also smiled.
I can guarantee Song Yikai, he will definitely be glorious in the future!
…
"Nanshan is in the south, Beihai is in the north, and there are tombstones in Beihai..."
This old song surrounded the coffee shop. Jiang Beize, who originally wanted to leave, sat down again and listened quietly for a long time before leaving.
The sun was setting outside, an orange-red mass, and the sunset glow was as bright as fire, making his eyes red.
Passing by a convenience store, he walked there and back. After entering, he wandered around the cigarette section, looking up at the unknown names on it.
The waiter saw that he was handsome, so he came over and asked him what help he needed with a flattering smile.
Jiang Beize: "I want this, Jinqiao."
"Do you usually smoke this brand?" the waiter asked.
"No, I don't smoke. This cigarette has a nice name."
“…”
The waiter smiled and took down the golden bridge for him. He was such a good boy.
"Do you want this? Then I'll pay for it for you?"
"Want this again, Su Yan."
"you sure?"
"...Well, the name sounds nice too."
The waiter was happy again.
Good boy, when buying cigarettes, you just look at the name, and it doesn’t matter if you’re cool or not!
After paying the bill and walking out, Jiang Beize turned back and asked, "Sister, do you still want to buy a lighter?"
The waiter laughed so hard that he punched the table, "Why don't you put it in your pocket and spontaneously combust? Where did you come from? You look like you, you don't look like us Licheng people."
"without… "
Jiang Beize left shyly, not embarrassed to get the lighter again.
There were two packs of cigarettes in his pocket, and he glanced at a boy about his own age standing at the street corner, smoking.
He walked over and wanted to ask someone to borrow a lighter.
The other party looked at him carelessly, "Are you a boy or a girl?"
"Boy, what's wrong?"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, you look fair and tender. Have you had plastic surgery?"
What kind of plastic surgery does a boy need? Is it good for him to look like this since he was a child
Jiang Beize didn't want to talk to him anymore and turned to leave. The man stopped him, held Jiang Beize's shoulders, then bent down and lit the cigarette in Jiang Beize's hand with the cigarette in his mouth.
This is the legendary borrowing fire.
But before he could light it up, the boy was thrown out from behind and he hit him directly with his fist.
"Why don't you look at whose person this is? Where are you putting your hands?"
The familiar voice enchanted Jiang Beize.
From his angle, he could see the tips of Song Nan's tomb's ears that were red from the cold, but his eyes were very clear and cold.
The boy was not a vegetarian. After being punched by Song Nanmu, he also punched him. For fear of a fight between the two, Jiang Beize stuffed several hundred dollars into the boy's pocket and took Song Nanmu away.
After pulling him to the corner, he let go of him.
"How did you know I was here?"
"You are stupid, aren't you!"
Song Nan's tomb gave him a fire chestnut.
"We each received a punch and it was even, so why did you give him money? You have nothing to spend your money on, right? You're just like a prodigal woman."
"I'm afraid you'll be injured. You work at the construction site every day, so your shoulders hurt. What should I do if you get injured in a fight?"
"I'll stop working there a long time ago. I'll make a lot of money and open a company in the future!"
Jiang Beize didn't believe it and wanted to ask something else. Song Nan Tomb flicked his head hard.
"Let's not talk about this first. I sent you so many voice messages, but you didn't hear it?!"
"… heard it."
"Why didn't you reply after hearing this?!"
"...don't want to reply."
"To say you are stupid is to insult the word stupid. You are stupid, so stupid. Who the hell asked you to block my gun? Didn't I say that I was there for everything? What can you do? Think you are Nezha has three heads and six arms, right?"
"Just because I'm your family, I can't care less. I don't want to see you sad and embarrassed." Jiang Beize's eyes turned red.
"Yes, just as your family is very important to you, your family is also very important to me. We cannot ignore the feelings of our family, but you, Jiang Beize, are also very important to me."
Song Nan Tomb looked into his eyes.
He is a head taller than Jiang Beize and has become accustomed to looking down at him to protect him, just like an older brother protects his younger brother. He hopes Jiang Beize will rely on him.
"I have solved everything in Ningcheng. My brother has agreed. Your second brother also gave me money to start a business. I said that the future will be difficult. What is even more difficult than the future is your leaving. No, we gave up."
“…”
Jiang Beize lowered his head and said nothing.
Song Nan Tomb scratched his head. If he didn't move once, he would scratch him twice or three times.
Jiang Beize's creaky nest was ticklish, so he also scratched his creaking nest until he spoke.
Until Jiang Beize finally begged for mercy, "Did your brother really agree? How did you tell him?"
"I spent the whole night trying to persuade you. When I get home later, you can see if my words are broken."
"Going home to what? Who is going home with you?"
Jiang Beize walked forward on his own.
Song Nan Tomb followed him with long legs and hooked his neck.
"If we don't want to go back to Ningcheng, we won't go back. It saves us a lot of trouble. It's good to be here. No one knows us. Anyway, wherever you go, I will go."
"I'm going to the cesspool, will you follow me to the cesspool?"
"Ha, if you are willing to be a dung beetle, then I can just be a dung ball!"
This sentence made Jiang Beize laugh.
His mind had been wandering around for the past few days, and at this moment he found a sense of belonging again.
The two walked back talking and laughing, but no one saw a slender white figure at the corner...
(End of chapter)