Someone in the room snorted softly and walked out of the shadows.
This man looked fifty or sixty years old, and his clothes were quite good. He was wearing a well-cut dark shirt. It was low-key and luxurious. A persimmon face has nothing to hide. The drooping cheeks squeezed the lips to nowhere, almost shrunk into a small cherry mouth, which looked strangely cartoonish.
Cherry took a small mouthful of yin and yang, and he said, "You beggar gangs are really good. It's enough to beg for food everywhere, and you still pick up junk. Now everyone can move to one hundred and one, why, it's boring to be famous and upright. Yet?"
When the paper media "Yanning Weekly" had not closed down, this face appeared on the cover of one issue, introducing an outstanding local entrepreneur, Wang Jiusheng, the CEO of "Futongda" express delivery company. You don't need to be very good to be in this magazine, you can take good photos and prepare a draft yourself, and send it to the magazine together with the advertising fee. It's all day and night to publish this kind of stuff. It can be seen that there is a reason for Yanning Weekly's collapse. .
And this legendary Beggar Gang Beiruo Master, who had never been at odds with the Beggar Gang, was actually hanging out with a Beggar Gang disciple.
The corner of the man dressed as a beggar jumped, and he glanced down at his arm. His sleeve was scratched by a razor blade, and the blade just swept across the skin, hanging a thin layer of oily skin without bleeding: "Sect Master Yang is so confused! Also, I'll ask you to come and see, just look at it with your eyes. , what do you do
"I'm shocked." Wang Jiusheng lightly lit a cigarette, "A little girl."
"It's said that she has Wei Xiao's true biography!"
"What kind of thing is Wei Xiao?" Wang Jiusheng sneered, "An old man who hides his head and shows his tail, the reason why they are so amazing is because they like to hide in the dark and make tricks? Now she is in the open. , we are in the dark, she is the ghost under the lamp, how can she be so powerful?"
"Master Wang should wipe his butt clean first." The beggar gang sneered, "All the fragrant and stinky things from the Guigang are taken, but they are registered with the police."
"Hang it," Wang Jiusheng smiled, revealing a set of big white teeth that stuck to his face, so white that it was so sci-fi, it didn't look like it had grown out of a human mouth, "It wasn't me who attacked the police, nor was I instructed, slander I'm a triad, is there any evidence? In a society ruled by law, I won't do anything to bully people like this."
"That's not necessarily true," the beggar gang said. "Mr. Wang, the tree is big and the wind is drawn. Are you the only people staring at you? The police? Before you do anything in the future, you must be careful. There should be no beggars on the road."
"You're a thief when you get old and don't die," Wang Jiusheng said vaguely with a cigarette butt in his mouth. He turned his head to face the beggar gang, but laughed again. Grinning his teeth, his facial features twisted, like an animal that grinds his teeth and sucks blood, "Didn't I just find your brother? Didn't I say that at this age, the old gang leader Yang Qing should also take care of his life, find him something Don't let him keep staring at me."
"Don't worry, it will be soon. Thank you, President Wang, for sending the charcoal in the snow. It's a good deal." The beggar gang said, "It's just that girl... there won't be any problems, right?"
"What could be wrong?" Wang Jiusheng smiled. "With a loan shark on his back, he is going to sell himself out of desperation. If someone gives her a way to survive, how dare you do it?"
"That's good."
"Hey," Wang Jiusheng waved his hand, "I'm the most unwilling person to find trouble. You know, we focus on 'harmony to make money' in business. In the past two years, the pressure of market competition has been so intense, and there are many brothers who want to eat. It's easy. I just hope everyone can do their own thing, live a good life, and don't make trouble with each other... What's the difference between keeping a murderer next door and keeping a tiger by the bed? Do you really sleep well at night?"
Anyway, he can't.
Ever since Wang Jiusheng heard that "Wei Xiao" appeared in a small hotel and almost strangled Niu Liang, the driver of the black car, he never fell asleep one day.
Wang Jiusheng threw the half-smoked cigarette on the ground, stretched out his foot and rolled it at will, and without seeing if the fire was out, he patted the beggar gang's arm and lifted his leg away.
The beggar gang man turned his head to watch him get into the car waiting at the intersection, and then cursed something in a low voice, picked up the half cigarette butt from the ground, wiped it a few times with his hands, put it in his mouth, and quietly melted in the In the cold wind.
Yu Lanchuan walked into the No. 110 courtyard with a splitting headache. After he came out of the back alley of the mud pond, there was a sullen breath in his chest that could not be blown away by the northwest wind.
He had a high self-esteem since he was a child, a bit close to narcissism. His mother tried to urge marriage during the Chinese New Year, and it was only a prelude. The young master turned his head and put on a posture of "not complicit in the world", and he went bankrupt and paid the down payment.
Yu Lanchuan used to think that if he couldn't find a girl who met the standard, he would be pulled down, but he would make do if he refused to give in.
Like the grandfather, he was vigorous when he was young, and he was free and wandering the world in old age, isn't it good
The so-called "standard" girl must at least be attractive and beautiful, with an educational background comparable to his own, online business, good at self-management, kind and amiable, but not too clingy, and good at doing things Mature enough... He didn't think it was too much, because Yu Lanchuan was so demanding of himself, and of course he wouldn't lower the standard for others.
But Gan Qing is completely the opposite of the above standard.
That guy is sloppy, he hasn't finished high school yet, and he still has a criminal record. He takes pleasure in being abducted and deceived every day. No one knows when she will lose control, wandering on the verge of breaking the law all year round.
But he didn't expect that the freedom he had gained from his thirty-year life as a slave dog would be delivered in less than a year.
… People are not uncommon!
Xiao Yu was obedient and listened to the sound, his self-esteem and heart fell into a mess, but a thought tightly wrapped in it revealed clues—
He thought: How could the first person I seriously liked do this
Yu Lanchuan wandered aimlessly for a while, still unable to spit out the stagnation in his heart, so he followed the crowd into the cinema in a confused manner, and bought a random one with remaining tickets. But maybe because of the ban on fireworks this year, the movie theaters and the producers felt sorry for the people's ears, so they came up with a Lunar New Year movie that was comparable to the air raid on Yanning City. It took more than two hours. Several actors howled and roared hard on the big screen, and the sound was deafening 360 degrees.
Yu Lanchuan originally wanted to find a dark place to think about life for a while. However, the cinema was full, and he was in the innermost corner. If he wanted to leave halfway, he had to hold a row of people's popcorn and step on their feet to feel out, so he had to endure the audience.
The health pacesetter did not use alcohol to drown his sorrows because of his lovelorn, but he also achieved the effect of a hangover by accident.
When Yu Yan met him at the gate of No. 110 courtyard, his first words were: "Yo, Master Lan, are you drinking?"
"... Fake wine," Yu Lanchuan said, "who are you looking for?"
"Uncle Yang." Yu Yan said, "Aren't we looking for Wang Jiake with all our energy these two days? I'm almost short-sighted by checking the surveillance cameras. Uncle Yang said that their beggar gang has some clues, so I'll ask."
Yu Lanchuan was riddled with private worries, too lazy to pay attention to the boring lace gossip, he didn't lift his eyelids when he heard the words, and walked forward in a muffled voice.
"You said that this little girl is young, and her family has a normal salary and works in a school. It stands to reason that there is no environment to compare with each other. How can she live such a messy life? People don't know where to go now. , the credit card Huabeibaibei and so on are chasing her for the account, which is easy to say, at most, it will affect the personal credit investigation. But we made a rough estimate and think that she may have borrowed a usury loan, and now I don't know whether it is safe or not. Yu Yan sighed, "People on the Internet say that she has the courage to expose the dark insides of the rich. Maybe she will be silenced. There are too many rumors to be deleted. To block keywords and say that we want to cover up, there is a lot of pressure." Ah... You said that the 'Scissors Hanging Dafa' that Teacher Mengmeng posted yesterday doesn't work? Or should I secretly find her to perform a trick?"
Yu Lanchuan only felt like a bunch of flies were flying around his ears, "buzzing", and basically didn't hear a word, only the words "Mengmeng teacher" touched his eardrums, and replied coldly: "In a while. When I go back, I'll call your superior to report that your policemen were promoting feudal superstitions during their work."
Yu Yan smelled it carefully, but didn't smell the alcohol: "...Did you just go out and let the dog bite?"
Yu Lanchuan: "Go away."
While talking, the two entered the elevator room, Yu Lanchuan saw the people waiting for the elevator, and his footsteps stopped suddenly.
Yu Yan: "Hey, what a coincidence!"
Before Yu Lanchuan turned around and walked out, Yu Yan slapped Gan Qing on the shoulder: "Mr. Mengmeng, we just talked about you!"
This slap happened to slap her shoulder that was tossed by the brick, and Gan Qing was beaten by him and staggered forward a few steps before standing up, her skeleton crooked.
Yu Yan looked at his hand inexplicably: "I'm... I taught myself the Tathagata Palm overnight?"