Fu Zhen lowered his head in embarrassment, took a deep breath, and moved two steps carefully to the other side.
Seeing Fu Zhen's movement, the man's eyes paused slightly, then he raised his hand and patted the shoulder of the young man with closed eyes and snoring in the seat beside him, and said to him in a deep voice, "Get up."
The yellow-haired young man who was dreaming opened his eyes in a daze, frowned with displeasure on his face, yawned, and asked the man: "My boss, what are you doing? I finally fell asleep .”
The man gestured to the yellow-haired young man with his eyes in the direction of Fu Zhen, and urged him concisely and simply: "Give up your seat."
Fu Zhen was stunned for a moment, then realized that the man found his legs and feet inconvenient, he refused with a smile: "No need, I can just stand."
The man ignored Fu Zhen's refusal, and said to the yellow-haired youth, "Hurry up."
"You are really my dear father," the yellow-haired young man sighed heavily, and shifted his gaze to Fu Zhen. After taking a look at Fu Zhen, he grinned and stood up happily to give up his seat. "Brother, please sit down."
Fu Zhen hesitated for a moment, and said to the yellow-haired youth, "Thank you."
The yellow-haired young man let out a chuckle, walked to the man's side, and lay down next to the man's ear with a playful smile. He didn't know what to whisper, but the man's expression was still cold.
Fu Zhen sat down slowly on the seat vacated by the young man. He held his backpack and looked out of the car window. Street trees tied with red strings passed by one by one in his eyes. The purple leaf barberry has not been watered for a long time, and a thick layer of dust has fallen on it.
There were fewer and fewer people on the bus, and there was a scent of pastries in the air. The two aunts sitting in the back were discussing which market had cheaper pork. Fu Zhen leaned his head against the window and gradually closed his eyes.
Dazed, he seemed to hear the yellow-haired young man say to the man, "It's a little cripple."
The man didn't speak, maybe he nodded, or maybe he didn't respond at all.
The yellow-haired young man sighed with some disappointment, and said, "I thought you, boss, fell in love with him."
The man said coldly: "Shut up."
Huang Mao giggled and made a gesture of sealing his mouth.
There was a faint smile on the corner of Fu Zhen's mouth. About ten minutes later, a gentle female voice came from the bus broadcast: "The Jinzhan Bridge is here. Passengers getting off the bus, please take your luggage and items, and get off through the back door." car."
Fu Zhen opened his eyes, stood up from the seat, and walked carefully towards the back door. The man might also get off at this stop, and followed Fu Zhen in a protective manner. Fu Zhen looked back Looking at the man's expression, he felt that he was probably being self-indulgent.
When the bus stopped and the back door opened, Fu Zhen got on the bus carefully and got off.
He carried the backpack in his arms, then turned around, and found that the man and the yellow-haired young man had also come off the bus, and the man turned his head just at this time, and the eyes of the two collided. Fu Zhen finally saw Know what this man looks like.
The man's hair was disheveled, with a sense of decadence, and his facial features were straight and upright. He probably had some exotic blood, and he had a pair of blue eyes. When he looked at himself, he looked like a clear stream under the golden sun.
Fu Zhen smiled at the man, his eyes were crooked, the man's expression moved slightly, and he looked away.
Fu Zhen waved to the man, he just met this man by chance, and I'm afraid he will never meet again in the future, but he should not forget the man's kindness towards him for a long time.
Fu Zhen turned around and walked towards the bar.
The yellow-haired young man watched Fu Zhen's figure disappear into an alley on the right, raised his hand and patted the man's shoulder: "Boss, he seems to be going to the same place as us?"
The man ignored the yellow-haired young man's question and asked him, "Did you bring everything you were asked to bring? Are the others ready?"
The yellow-haired young man patted his chest and assured the man, "I'll handle the matter, don't worry."
The man tilted his yellow hair and asked him, "I promise you won't find it out?"
Huangmao nodded and made an OK gesture.
The man's footsteps stopped suddenly, his eyes lowered, and his eyes fell on a white bear pendant on the gray floor tiles.
"Isn't this the little brother's?" Huang Mao bent down and picked up the pendant on the ground, played with it in his hand, and said disgustedly, "It looks like it's been years."
"Let's go." The man said in a deep voice.
There was some traffic jam on the road today, Fu Zhen arrived at the bar later than usual, as soon as he stepped into the bar, he was called over by the hotel manager.
There are not many guests in this bar in this world, but the atmosphere has already been created. The eardrums hurt from the deafening music, colorful neon lights are flashing on the ceiling, and the lead singer of the band is standing on the stage trying to microphone.
When the manager saw Fu Zhen coming, he frowned, and looked down at the time on the phone. Although Fu Zhen was not late, he was still late, and the manager urged him with a bad face: "Hurry up, hurry up, the guests are waiting for you." Waiting."
Fu Zhen hummed without saying anything, and hurried to the changing room to change his clothes.
A man in a blue suit next to the manager looked at the back of Fu Zhen leaving, and asked the manager, "Why did you find a little lame?"
The manager laughed and said to the man, "You don't think he's pretty."
The man snorted and shook his head: "It's good-looking, but it's useless to be clumsy in doing things."
The manager looked at the bartender at the bar not far away, and after a long silence, he said: "It's okay, although the legs and feet are not very sensitive, but the work is very quick, and the salary is also low, so it's a charity." , and he has a great use today."
The man seemed to understand something, he lowered his voice and asked the manager: "Is that Jiang Hengshu sure there is nothing wrong?"
The manager nodded: "Don't worry, I've checked, it's all right."
Jiang Hengshu was the man Fu Zhen met on the bus. When he came to the bar, it was already dark outside. There was a lot of voices in the bar, and the aroma of fruit and alcohol blended into a strange the taste of.
He came in alone.
The yellow-haired young man who followed him before was called Wang Tong. The fortune teller said that Wang Tong's fate was not good, and he had to be raised as a girl to hide his life from the ghost of the king of hell, so his family gave it to him. named a girl.
As soon as the manager saw Jiang Hengshu coming, he quickly took him to the private room upstairs, and said, "Mr. Jiang, you are finally here. I thought you would not do this business?"
Jiang Hengshu pursed his lips and smiled. His demeanor was cold and incompatible with the atmosphere of the whole bar. He moved the watch on his wrist and said to the manager, "It is impossible not to do business that makes money."
"I knew that Mr. Jiang is a particular person," the manager also laughed. After entering the private room, he introduced to Jiang Hengshu, "This is Mr. Zheng, and he provided the source of goods. Let's get to know each other."
Mr. Zheng is the man in the blue suit who was talking to the manager earlier.
Jiang Hengshu hummed, stretched out his hand to Mr. Zheng, and said, "Mr. Zheng."
Mr. Zheng and Jiang Hengshu held hands together. Mr. Zheng sighed and said, "Mr. Jiang is really young and promising."
Jiang Hengshu looked to be in his mid-twenties, and he said in a cold voice, "It's no match for Mr. Zheng."
The three chatted for a while in the private room. The manager took out a bottle of exquisitely packaged red wine from under the table and poured Jiang Hengshu a glass.
Jiang Hengshu pushed the wine glass in front of him away, and didn't want to drink it. The manager's expression darkened all of a sudden, and he asked Jiang Hengshu, "Is this disrespecting me?"
Jiang Hengshu laughed, with a slight coldness between his brows, but it was not obvious under the dim light. He said lightly, "It's a mistake to drink. I'm here to inspect the goods today."
The manager handed the wine glass to Jiang Hengshu's eyes again, and persuaded him: "I know your drinking capacity, I can't pour a glass of wine, and the alcohol content of this wine is not high. I brought it back from Italy a few days ago. , have a taste."
Jiang Hengshu lowered his eyes and looked at the red liquid in the goblet. He picked up the wine glass and chuckled, "Then let me have a taste?"
The manager immediately smiled, and poured a glass for himself and Mr. Zheng, and he took a sip from the glass.
Not long after drinking this glass of wine, Jiang Hengshu felt that his whole body was hot and dizzy. There must be something wrong with the wine just now. He secretly pressed it on his pocket: "Manager Cui, you This wine is a bit over the top!"
"Is it because you can't drink enough today?" The manager said with a smile, "Why don't you open a room for you to rest for a while?"
Jiang Hengshu coldly refused: "No need, I'll just go back after inspecting the goods."
At this time, Fu Zhen, who was limping through the crowd downstairs, was called by the foreman: "The manager asked you to go upstairs."
After hearing this, Fu Zhen put down the plate in his hand and went upstairs to the private room that the foreman said. He stood outside the door and knocked on the door first, then walked in when he heard the response from inside, "Manager, are you looking for me?"
The manager pointed to Jiang Hengshu and said to Fu Zhen, "You help Mr. Jiang go upstairs to room 306 to rest."
Fu Zhen looked in the direction of the manager's finger. The man was hanging his head, with both hands resting on the table, and the fingers of his right hand were tapping on the table lightly.
"Okay." Fu Zhen responded, and walked towards the man. When he bent down and was about to put the man's arm on his shoulder, Jiang Hengshu probably realized that someone was coming, and he slightly raised his head towards Fu Zhen. Glancing in his direction, his expression was still calm, but there was confusion in his eyes.
Fu Zhen was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect to see the kind-hearted man he met on the bus here. He took a breath, and with a little effort, he lifted Jiang Hengshu up from the chair and brought him Follow him step by step towards the third floor.
After Fu Zhen and Jiang Hengshu left the private room, Mr. Zheng shook the wine glass in his hand and asked the manager, "You still don't believe him?"
The manager smiled: "If you want to really work on a ship, it's not enough to have benefits alone. Only holding each other's handle is the best way to check and balance."
"Aren't you afraid that Fu Zhen will come to bite you?"
The manager swirled the wine glass in his hand, took a sip, and said casually, "I've checked him, but he's just a discarded waste. Even if he died, no one would care."