Cheng Ji took it, was stunned for a moment, and said, "Thank you."
Qi Beisong waved his hand, meaning don't mind it.
Cheng Ji couldn't guess how Qi Beisong knew he needed painkillers. Seeing that he was about to leave again, he reminded him again: "Temporary ceasefire for 24 hours!"
Qi Beisong opened the door after hearing this, turned his head and looked at him deeply: "I still keep my word."
At this moment, I heard impatient footsteps coming up the stairs, and soon they came up to me.
She was a fat woman with narrow eyes and thick lips. She was over fifty years old, wearing bulky cotton pajamas, and her brown hair was curled with many curlers. She looked like a typical landlady.
She was a little surprised to see Qi Beisong. She puffed out her chest and shouted into the room, "Xiao Cheng, is there a friend here?"
Cheng Ji didn't know her at all. Seeing that she had no intention of introducing herself, he agreed vaguely: "Yes."
The fat woman said, "Oh my, no wonder the house is so noisy. We were scared when we heard it downstairs! There was a bang, a crash, and a bang. What are you two doing? Are you tearing down the house?"
"I'm sorry." Cheng Ji got out of bed out of politeness.
The old man’s apartment has poor sound insulation, and it seems that the noise he and Qi Beisong make has affected the neighbors.
Cheng Ji didn't know that the neighbor downstairs was the buyer of his house, but Qi Beisong knew it, so he folded his arms and listened outside the door.
The fat woman continued to complain: "Hey, Xiao Cheng, I won't say any more reminders. You should know the situation in your heart, right? Don't be too excessive! The transfer procedures for this house have been completed a long time ago, so this house is mine, not yours. I let you live here mainly because I see that your family is in financial difficulties and your mother is very sick. I didn't charge you a penny in rent..."
Qi Beisong interrupted: "How much did you pay for his house?"
The fat woman was frightened by the question and said angrily, "What does it have to do with you how much money I pay?"
Qi Beisong said: "No matter how much money you pay, I will pay twice..."
Cheng Ji immediately covered his mouth.
"I'm sorry Auntie, I won't do that again."
The fat woman said, "Hey, Xiao Cheng, why do I want you to say sorry? You should be tactful. You should understand the ways of the world, right? I understand your family's difficulties. I really didn't charge you a penny for rent..."
"I'm sorry." Cheng Ji said firmly, his eyes a little cold.
The woman grumbled a few more words and left angrily.
Qi Beisong immediately pulled Cheng Ji's hand away. The warmth in his palm burned him. "What are you doing?"
"Nothing, I'm afraid you'll spray me."
"What else can you say to me?"
Cheng Ji said: "Of course I have to take care of it, because she is my mother's lifesaver. If she hadn't paid for our house, my mother wouldn't be alive today."
Qi Beisong sneered and said, "Don't be naive. Guess how much she paid for it? Less than half of the market price! She took advantage of your family's desperate situation and robbed them. And you are still grateful?"
"How do you know? Have you investigated?" Cheng Ji asked.
He suddenly nodded again: "Yes. You have so many subordinates, some of them are special forces and some are from the reconnaissance company, how could you not know everything about my ancestors?"
He broke off two painkiller tablets and chewed them dry, saying, "Please do as you please. We agreed to see you tomorrow."
Qi Beisong frowned and glared: "How come you don't know what's good for you?"
"I don't know what's good for me?" Cheng Ji leaned against the door frame and said, "Mr. Qi, did you get it wrong?"
"That fat lady just now, not to mention that she gave half of the market price, even if she only gave ten or a hundred yuan, she is helping our family through the difficult times. What about you? You chased me at a time like this and made me so upset that I can't stop. My mother is lying in the hospice hospital, and just because your people are there, I don't dare to guard her. Do you think you are right?"
"That's because you pissed me off!"
"Well, you are right, I am wrong!"
Cheng Ji never took advantage of others with words, and his apology was smoother than eating or drinking, but this kind of apology was sometimes more unpleasant than cursing, and he acted without hesitation and slammed the door in Qi Beisong's face.
Qi Beisong stared at the security door that was still shaking slightly. The words of rebuttal were stuck in his throat. He couldn't spit them out or swallow them. He was shaking with anger.
Cheng Ji is probably the only person, besides Qi's father and grandfather, who has dared to question Qi Beisong in this tone for more than 20 years, just like educating his grandson. What's even more infuriating is that Qi Beisong is 25 and Cheng Ji is only 19. Whose child is so disrespectful
"You dare to scold me? Aren't you afraid of shortening your life?" Qi Beisong roared.
"Twenty-four hours! That's what we agreed on!"
Qi Beisong wiped his lips, which were really hot. He had walked outside and came back with his cheeks and forehead cold, except for the place where Cheng Ji touched that was hot.
It's fucking weird.
Qi Beisong was silent for a moment, then turned around and left angrily.
Finally, he could no longer hear any noise outside the door. Cheng Ji lay back on the bed, holding his head and groaning. He felt the pain in his temples swell and almost split...
Unfortunately, there was still no peace. After more than half an hour, the person who brought the bed to Qi Beisong arrived and clashed and shouted outside the door.
Cheng Ji was in a light sleep due to the effects of the painkillers, and was suddenly awakened. He was really scared that the neighbor downstairs would come up again, and he was also worried that the fat woman would call the police, so he had to struggle to get up and go to the police.
The man outside the door was dressed in a suit and tie, and he was less than 30 years old. He had a handsome face and looked like a decent person. Unfortunately, it was a cold winter and his head was full of steam. It was obvious that things were in a hurry.
"Mr. Cheng?" he said, "Mr. Qi asked me to give you a..."
"You got the wrong person." Cheng Ji closed the door.
The man knocked again, and Cheng Ji opened the door again.
"Mr. Cheng, I want to say that the headboard of the bed that Mr. Qi ordered is too wide. Even if it is disassembled, it cannot pass through the corner of the stairs. Can I remove your window and lift it up with lifting equipment?"
"No." Cheng Ji was about to close the door.
"But Young Master Qi has already paid." The man stopped him. "If you don't accept it, he will get angry again and blame me for not doing my job well."
Cheng Ji smiled despite his tiredness and said, "Then I'll give you an idea - first move the bed to the bottom of the chimney, pour gasoline on it and burn it, then invite Qi Beisong over, and have you, the filial sons, carry him up there, and have the monks and Taoists chant sutras while the eight-music band plays music and sings. Watch him and the bed turn into ashes, then sweep them up with a broom and dustpan, put them in a box, and scatter them into the rivers and seas of the motherland. Then you will be done with it once and for all, and I will have fulfilled my good deeds. We can also get together to have a warm funeral meal and drink wine together."
He slammed the door shut!
The man outside the door poked at the spot for a long time, and finally came to his senses: "Oh my God... This kid is so mean, does he know who he is scolding?"
———
Qi Beisong was beaten and scolded, and his face was as red as the bottom of a pot. In the evening, two or three of his friends invited him out, and he couldn't refuse, so he had to go.
Everyone else brought their new lovers, but he didn't; everyone else ate and joked, but he just drank alone; when others tried to talk to him, he cursed in a low voice: "Get lost."
Zhao Xiaojing, the young master who had grown up with him, laughed and said, "Are you sick? You've lost your appetite for a lover. Isn't that a loss of face?"
Qi Beisong said, "Fuck your love."
"Oh my, I'm so worried!" Zhao Xiaojing hugged the person in his arms and drank, laughing, "Look, honey, Master Qi has been a hard-working man for decades, and he still says it's not love!"
Someone on the side said: "Since the iron tree has blossomed, it is not just love, it is true love!"
Qi Beisong put the wine glass on the table with a "pop".
"What are you talking about?" he asked word by word with a stern look on his face.
The man was frightened.
"What the hell do you know about the situation? Why are you talking nonsense?" Qi Beisong asked again, "Is your tongue tired of staying in your mouth and you want someone to pull it out?"
Fortunately, Zhao Xiaojing was still drunk and tried to smooth things over: "What true love! I dare not say anything about Qi Beisong, but I guarantee that everyone I, Zhao Xiaojing, likes is true love! Right, baby?"
The man in his arms also laughed: "Yes, Brother Jing."
Qi Beisong was so annoyed that he stood up and said, "I'm leaving."
"Why are you leaving? Keep going!" Zhao Xiaojing said, "We are just joking, why bother?"
In order to make it easier for them to talk, the few people did not leave a waiter in the box. Qi Beisong pushed the door open and went out by himself. Seeing this, the bodyguard Chen Chuan who was guarding outside the door stepped forward and put his coat on him.
He gathered his coat and walked out, whispering, "Spoof!"
Chen Chuan asked: "Who spoiled the fun?"
"What a fucking bummer!" Qi Beisong said, "Zhao Xiaojing ordered a large white Ukrainian pig. Wang Hua had to feed the newly raised water rats with his own food. They don't care about hygiene at all! Li Shan brought the little star from last time, but it's a pity that his mouth stinks!"
Chen Chuan said, "Li Shan has been dating that sister for about half a year, right?"
"almost."
"It's true love." Chen Chuan nodded. Anyone who can stay with this group of young masters for half a year must be a smart person.
Qi Beisong's face became even gloomier: "Chen Chuan, what are you talking about? Learn something!"
Chen Chuan was left behind, confused, thinking, "What did I say? I didn't say anything!"
He drove the car anxiously and saw Qi Beisong sitting in the back seat with a depressed look on his face, as if someone owed him tens of millions. So he asked, "Mr. Qi, are you going home?"
"Let's go to Shuiyue Villa." Qi Beisong said.
Chen Chuan breathed a sigh of relief, thinking, okay, as long as he wants to play, but don't let him get bored, otherwise he would have to explain to Grandpa Qi.
When the car was halfway there, Qi Beisong suddenly said quietly, "Chen Chuan."
"Um?"
"What do you think of me?"
Chen Chuan looked at him in the rearview mirror and asked, "Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?"
"I listen to you all."
Chen Chuan said, "The lie is that you are a perfect person with a moral character. The truth is that no matter what, I, Chen Chuan, still recognize you as a person, otherwise I would not work for you. We are both soldiers and have been educated by the people for many years. Although I am not intolerant of injustice, I still cannot stand dirty, messy and mean things. I will not do it no matter how much money you are offered. At least you are not going in that direction."
Qi Beisong curled his lips and said, "Chen Chuan, you don't know, I went in that direction."
Chen Chuan asked: "When?"
"The last time I went to Shuiyue Villa, I got mad at a weak bartender, and Cheng chased after me and beat me up."
No one except Qi Beisong himself could explain clearly what happened in Shuiyue Villa that night. Lei Jing might know but he kept it a secret. Wang Beifeng was a fool and he is still wondering to this day why Cheng Ji left behind a crystal shoe.
Chen Chuan couldn't comment, so he could only say: "Misunderstanding?"
"no."
Just at this moment, the guy who delivered the bed to Cheng Ji called again.
That person is really not an ordinary person. He is the second steward of their Qi family. His surname is Zheng and his name is Zheng Haiping. Even Qi Beisong has to call him Brother Hai.
Zheng Haiping came up and started to complain, telling Cheng Ji how he planned to burn Qi Beisong, how he wanted to scatter his remains over the mountains, rivers and seas of the motherland, and how he would hold his funeral. He finally told him that he had spent nearly an hour trying but still failed to lift the bed into the Cheng family's front door.
Qi Beisong listened and smiled bitterly. He didn't even have the energy to be angry anymore. He said, "Brother Hai, you've worked hard."
Zheng Haiping hung up, and Qi Beisong held up the phone and said, "Chen Chuan, look, Zheng Haiping, who is so good at dealing with people, actually hit a wall."
He glanced out the car window: "I think that person really hates me. I don't know whether he is wrong or I am wrong."
Chen Chuan looked at his employer distractedly.
Qi Beisong motioned for him to open the skylight, lit a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and let the night breeze blow away the diffused smoke.
"I never thought I could be so annoying," he said in a tone that was more tired than ever.