Throughout the afternoon, Tang Xiaojian was intensively preparing and analyzing the game.
Finally, he devised a set of response plans to his satisfaction.
The Ye family's return to the Xanadu gang had already put his "Tang Sect" gang at a disadvantage, but after Tang Xiaojian's rectification and analysis, he found a breakthrough point for turning defeat into victory.
Tang Xiaojian was triumphant, and wanted to take out this plan and discuss it with Dongfang Rumeng.
However, Dongfang Rumeng, who is usually online almost all day, is not online at this critical moment!
With only a few hours of preparation time until the start of the game, Tang Xiaojian was a little anxious.
He didn't know that Jia Meng, the person who is like a dream in the East, was sitting in Jia Tianming and Li Lu's car at the moment, and the seconds were like mid-year.
The journey back to the ancient city is far and long...
Sitting in the driving seat, Li Lu was able to use her skilful and steady driving skills with ease.
Jia Tianming is in the co-pilot, holding the computer to handle work. He seems to be always busy and tireless.
Only Jia Meng, who was sitting in the back seat, sat still like a statue.
She was really boring. She took out her mobile phone to scan the news for entertainment, and saw Jia Tianming still the hot headline figure.
The black material incident has been fermenting for a long time, and he has always been on the cusp of the storm.
The stock price of Wangmeng fell again and again with word of mouth, Jia Tianming never counterattacked head-on, let the situation develop serious.
Inadvertently, Jia Meng saw a little more gray hair on the back of Jia Tianming, who was over half a hundred years old, and wondered if it was related to this matter.
"Dad..." Jia Meng's hand held the "Divorce Agreement" in his bag, specifically the "Certificate of Equity", thinking that he was also a hidden major shareholder of NetMeng, and couldn't help but want to make peace. Jia Tianming talk about something.
"Mengmeng, did your mother leave anything for you before her death?" Jia Tianming turned her head slightly and spoke at the same time, just interrupting Jia Meng's words, squinting her eyes.
"No."
"really?"
"Really." Jia Meng's hand subconsciously stepped up and put it on his bag, "Even if there is, I can't remember."
"What happened to your bag?"
"It's okay..." Jia Meng was a little flustered, trying to calm down, "I just think my bag is old, can you buy me a new bag?"
"Oh?" Jia Tianming was a little surprised, turned his head wider, and carefully scanned Jia Meng's expression, "Is the bag in the cloakroom in your room not enough for you to carry?"
"There are many bags in the cloakroom, but they are all classic models. I... I want to buy new ones!"
"Lu," Jia Tianming did not directly respond to Jia Meng, but called the silent Li Lu, "You have time to buy all the new bags released by major brands in the latest season and send them to Mengmeng."
"Yes." Li Lu glanced at Jia Meng through the rearview mirror, "Is this a dowry for Miss Mengmeng?"
"If you ask you to buy it, you can buy it."
"it is good… "
Jia Meng was fortunate that he reacted quickly and did not reveal anything.
The dialogue between Jia Tianming and Li Lu sounded nothing like a couple. No matter how you look at it, it is a subordinate relationship between the boss and the subordinate.
This embarrassment aroused Jia Meng's extreme comfort, and she held back a smile until the car reached No. 123, Gucheng District.
As soon as I got off the car, the head of the old man in the mailing room at the door poked out, enthusiastically clamoring with her and waved and shouted: "Girl, didn't you say you came here for the last time?"
"Do you know him?" Jia Tianming asked Jia Meng.
"I don't know, I don't know!" Jia Meng answered Jia Tianming, walked quickly to the small window of the mail room, and said to the old man in a low voice, "This time, it must be the last time."
"The parking fee is waived." The old man said cheerfully.
Jia Tianming and Li Lu didn't mind paying attention to this trivial matter, got out of the car and went straight into the community.
Like Tang Xiaowan's high heels, Li Lu continued to make monotonous and rhythmic sounds on the uneven cement road surface of the community.
Li Lu and Tang Xiaowan seem to be rivals, but in Jia Meng's eyes, they are the same people, even the walking postures are exactly the same.
They are all strong women in the new era, daring to dare to fight, and they seem to be able to top half the sky in their career abilities.
However, they can't get rid of the bad habits and concepts of the old age, bullying and fearing hardships, and still dare not confront the male power.
Li Lu is Tang Xiaowan 20 years ago, and Tang Xiaowan is Li Lu 20 years later. There is only a difference in age between them.
Jia Meng couldn't say whether it was good or bad to become a woman like them. ァ新ヤ~⑧~1~中文网ωωω.χ~⒏~1zщ.còм
She only vaguely felt that she was a little yearning, but a little repulsive.
"Here." The three of them came to the door of the old house.
"Mengmeng, is this here?" Jia Tianming asked as he took out the key.
"Yes it is."
"You remember it very clearly. It doesn't seem to have been here only once."
"Maybe... I lived here when I was a kid, so... remember it clearly."
Jia Tianming's repeated trials made Jia Meng feel guilty.
As soon as he entered the door, Jia Tianming covered his eyes with his hands unconsciously.
The door of Zhen Sixue's room was always open. Since she was sitting north and facing south, the sunlight coming from the balcony was always strong, just like a dazzling background wall, setting off the black and white portrait especially dazzling.
"Do you want to search the room?" Li Lu gently rolled up her sleeves, revealing her white wrists.
"Mengmeng, what do you think?" Jia Tianming secretly glanced at Zhen Sixue's portrait through his fingers and asked.
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Jia Meng clutched his bag, and thought fortunately: Anyway, the important relic is already in his hands, no matter how much Jia Tianming searches, it won't help.
Jia Tianming covered his eyes, slowly bent down towards Zhen Sixue's portrait, bowed his head deeply, and said, "Farewell."
Zhen Sixue has been dead for many years, and only now said this sentence, making Jia Meng and Li Lu confused.
I saw Jia Tianming take out a bottle of gasoline from his briefcase, apparently prepared, and evenly spread it on the curtains, bedding and other flammable objects in Zhen Sixue's room!
Then, he turned on the lighter, lit a handful of waste paper, and threw it in.
Within a few seconds, Zhen Sixue's room was like a burial ground, burned by a red fire!
When the flames climbed up the curtains and spread to the old newspapers posted on the wall, Jia Meng saw that Zhen Sixue's portrait was burned. Before she could see her mother's voice and smile for the last time, the photo frame had fallen into the fire. .
Jia Meng's eyes were sore that she wanted to close her eyes but couldn't close them. The smell of scorched objects puffed her nose and made her cough.
At this moment, Jia Meng lost his reason, and could no longer pretend to be calm on Jia Tianming's surface.