The eloquent strategy for picking up girls instantly conquered Ren Yi. Although Liu Zhihe showed disdain, he had already made up his mind to keep Yang Yang away from this guy and not even look at him for a second. Next, Wen Liang acted as the temporary commander and assigned tasks to Ren Yi and Liu Zhihe respectively. It was initially estimated that it would take half a year to a year to pick up Song Wan, the star far above.
When they were about to leave, Wen Liang squinted at Liu Zhihe and said, "Zhihe, what is the most important thing in life?" "Many brothers? A lot of money? A lot of girls?"
Wen Liang was so annoyed that he said, "You are just a high school student, don't act like Chen Haonan. Give a simple answer!"
Liu Zhihe touched his chin, and after thinking hard, his eyes lit up and he said, "I know, the most important thing in life is to be happy!"
Wen Liang kicked him, and Liu Zhihe begged for mercy: "Boss, please tell me clearly, tell me clearly!"
"Be a kind person. Do you understand?"
This was a long and confusing statement. If someone else had said this, they might not have understood Wen Liang's meaning. However, Liu Zhi and Duo Linglong saw that they could not get away with playing dumb, so they reluctantly took out the car keys from their back pockets and handed them over, saying, "Can't you just pretend to have lost your memory and let me pick up Yang Yang after school in style?"
"Little farmer! Yang Yang has seen all kinds of good cars. Driving a broken Grand Cherokee is just asking for trouble!"
Wen Liang took the key and said to Ren Yi, "For now, slow down your crude and unskilled offensive and find out everything we just discussed one by one. Since a strong attack doesn't work, let's take it step by step, little by little, inch by inch, and fight this little girl!"
"Every inch of land is stained with blood," Ren Yi clapped his hands fiercely and said, "I'll listen to you and fight her to the bitter end!"
However, none of the three people present had expected that this process would actually take a full ten years!
Under the guidance of the handsome Long, Pan Mingliang drove to a small town in the suburbs. There were lush flowers and leaves, flowing water, and rows of bungalows with blue bricks and black tiles built along the water. It was a beautiful landscape with mountains and rivers.
"Not bad, not bad. This place is quite beautiful."
"Mr. Pan has a good eye, but it's not just the scenery that's beautiful, the people are even more beautiful..."
The handsome Long winked at him obscenely, and Pan Mingliang laughed and said, "Xiao Wu, don't worry, it really suits my taste, and you will definitely benefit from it."
The two came to the door of a small courtyard. The handsome Long grabbed the door knocker and swung it a few times. A female voice sounded in the courtyard: "Here we are. Wait a minute."
The voice was soft, and there was a tenderness in its hoarseness, as if it carried a sense of laziness and charm from the throat. Pan Mingliang was considered an old hand in the world of women, and had slept with countless women, but just hearing this voice made his body surge with heat and he felt itchy.
The door creaked open, and a beautiful woman in a light green cotton dress appeared in front of him. Her hair was combed to the side by her ears and tied with a rubber band. Her fair face seemed like water would flow out if you pinched it. Her thin eyebrows were matched with a pair of phoenix eyes. When she looked at people, her eyes were flowing, and when she looked at people, she was reluctant to look back. She greeted the handsome guy Long, but secretly glanced at Pan Mingliang, then smiled with her lips pursed, indescribably charming and moving, and lowered her head to lead the two people in.
"Sister Cui, this is Mr. Pan whom I mentioned to you. He is a big boss, rich and righteous, and he is very kind to us brothers..."
Pan Mingliang had already been so fascinated by the beauty in front of him that his body had softened. He was happy to be flattered by the handsome guy. He reached out and held the woman's hand, saying, "I am Pan Mingliang. Nice to meet you, nice to meet you."
The woman was obviously startled and quickly pulled her hand back. Her face flushed, but she seemed to be afraid that this action would make Pan Mingliang unhappy. She lowered her head and said softly, "Mr. Pan, please come in and sit for a while. I'll make you a cup of tea."
Handsome Long pulled Pan Mingliang and winked at him, telling him not to be so impatient. He smiled and said, "Okay, okay, Sister Cui, go and boil some water first. I'll sit with Mr. Pan for a while."
When Pan Mingliang reluctantly withdrew his gaze from the woman's swaying waist and hips, the handsome Long lowered his voice and said, "Boss Pan, she is still a good woman. She has never touched another man except her husband. You have to take your time."
Although Pan Mingliang was lustful, he had been in society for many years. He had doubts about the handsome Long's self-promotion as a pimp. He was not afraid that Long would set a trap and borrow the courage of this little ruffian. He was just afraid that Long was too low-class and was eager to please him, so he would just find a girl from some dirty brothel to fool him. But today, when he saw this seductive woman, and saw her shyness, the contradiction and struggle of wanting to refuse but also to welcome, the only doubt he had disappeared.
A good family, a young woman, and the best part is that her husband is still alive. If she can get him, that would be real excitement!
Pan Mingliang patted the handsome Long on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Jingmei is even more beautiful, not bad, you are not bad!"
In the third period of the afternoon, the history teacher was giving a passionate lecture when he suddenly heard a crisp bell. He looked outside in the corridor in confusion and said to himself, "How come this period went by so quickly?"
In the classroom of 1996, even pagers were rare, let alone luxury items like mobile phones, so the teacher did not understand what the sound was for a moment and said depressedly: "Then, let's end the get out of class!"
There was an uproar in the class. The teacher didn't wear a watch, but the students did. The class had only been going on for less than twenty minutes. How could he have taken the wrong medicine and been dismissed from get out of class
Wen Liang in the audience raised his hand. The history teacher had never had a good impression of this famous problem student in No. 1 Middle School. He frowned and said, "Wen Liang, what do you want?"
Wen Liang stood up, his phone still ringing in his palm, and asked awkwardly: "Teacher, can I go out and answer the phone?"
With Wen Liang's personality, of course he wouldn't intentionally leave his phone on. He wasn't that childish, and certainly not that bored. He was just waiting for news from Brother Ming today, so he turned on the ringtone for the first time ever. A few guys who didn't get along with Wen Liang began to gloat over his misfortune. The history teacher was only thirty years old, full of vigor and vitality, and was usually very strict with naughty students. They all held their chins up and prepared to watch the show.
The history teacher realized that he had made a mistake. He was so angry that he almost vomited blood. His face twitched and he glared at Wen Liang for a long time. In the end, he nodded woodenly and said, "Go. This won't happen again!"
Several guys watching the show were dumbfounded, but no one dared to stand up and question it. Although Wen Liang's popularity was not very good, his reputation as a bully was enough to shock the crowd.
"Mr. Wen, the person has taken the bait. Now let's see if we can..."
"Don't be impatient. Take your time. Keep him hanging for now. He may be a bit stupid, but I can still be of use to you."
After hanging up the phone, a smile spread across Wen Liang's lips. "You bet on the eyes first, Gu Shitong, ah, Gu Shitong, you should blame yourself for being blind first and choosing such a pervert!"
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