Urban planning always brings many changes.
The transfer of functional centers, the relocation of management and construction, the replacement of business districts and residential centers, the changes in urban appearance... and the changes in urban road routes.
As the name of Shanlin City suggests, it has many mountains and forests. Most of the roads built in the early days were based on the original mountain roads. There are many bends on the roads. It is not an exaggeration to say that there are nine twists and turns.
After the subsequent urban planning, new straight roads were built, which saved more travel time, made the roads wider and flatter, so the previous roads were naturally abandoned.
Yao Zhixing and others usually race on these abandoned roads. They can buy a good stretch of road for about ten to two hundred thousand. Of course, it is their job to maintain the road, and the funds are mostly drawn from racing bets. , regarded as sharing of public funds.
Because there is no need to worry about hitting pedestrians, and before every race, Yao Zhixing’s team will first check whether there are any outsiders’ cars that accidentally enter the road. Usually, especially during drag racing, they hire special people. They came to specifically guard and control the entrances and exits, so the officials turned a blind eye and pretended that they didn't know... It was better than letting these racing gangs disturb people on other roads.
Therefore, under the connivance of being semi-public and semi-underground, every late night or occasionally during the day, the low whirlwind noise caused by the high-speed friction of the airflow during racing can always be heard on this section of road...
There are no cars or pedestrians on the empty abandoned road. The end of the road stretches and bends into the mountains, quietly dormant and circling in the slightly cold winter. From a distance, it looks like a long sleeping snake.
Suddenly, the silence was broken by a roaring motor and tire noise, coming from far to near at the end of the road.
Then a sports car suddenly rushed out from behind the mountain bend, roaring with a power that seemed to tear the air. After a stunning drift turn that was extremely smooth and without any shaking, it rushed through the thrilling bend without slowing down the speed. Road, speeding across the road like a galloping beast as if it was about to cut through the space.
"Chi-"
After a burst of harsh friction caused by the huge tire grip, the sports car that had been acting like a wild beast just now made a beautiful drift and stopped at the end of the road. The front of the car was perfectly aligned with the fork in the road where it turned, and The lowered horizontal rails were only a palm apart, almost startling the road watchers hired by the convoy at the intersection.
I thought I was almost going to hit you!
Then first, a tall, handsome and imposing man pushed down the door from the driver's seat. He smiled calmly as if he had not experienced the life-and-death battle just now, and elegantly handed a card to the road guard to express his identity as a convoy.
Then, a handsome man with trembling legs and a pale face of horror on his clean little face rolled down from the passenger seat. He could hardly stand up if he wasn't holding on to the car... Even if he was holding on to the car, he couldn't stand up... He opened his mouth wide. His trembling lips, whether he wanted to scream or to suck back the soul that was thrown out of his body at high speed, were so weak that he almost cried: "Ye, Ye, Brother Ye..."
Ye Shuang raised his eyebrows and glanced back at An Zixun, still smiling as warmly as the spring breeze. While waiting for the passerby to check the card, he turned around and gave the latter a hand.
An Zixun's whole body almost turned into noodles, almost completely hanging on Ye Shuang's arm.
The guard checked the number on the card and found that it was indeed the number of a team member, and he politely returned the card to the handsome man. On the other hand, if he is not a member of the number, he will record the license plate and report it, and then the people in the team will handle the follow-up... This section of the road has been contracted, and if it is not too stuck, anyone can go on the road. Be careful if anyone fails to make preparations before racing, it will be a serious traffic accident.
Ye Shuang nodded to the guard, turned around and stuffed An Zixun back into the passenger seat first. An Zixun was so horrified that he felt as if he was dead. He grabbed Ye Shuang's arm and almost knelt on the ground. He couldn't help but struggle in an attempt to reprieve: "Wait a minute. I’ll take a five minute break… no, one minute!”
Ye Shuang directly put the person back into the car, then sat back in the driver's seat and started the car again. The road guard couldn't bear to look at An Zixun's white and miserable expression, so he hurriedly raised the railing and let the car out.
After exiting this section of the road, in order to give An Zixun time to recover, Ye Shuang deliberately slowed down the car. Compared with the speed just now, the current speed was just like a walk.
"Are you feeling better now?!" After a while, after waiting quietly for An Zixun's expression to return to normal, Ye Shuang finally broke the silence and asked.
At a normal or even low speed, An Zixun finally regained his composure, but he still couldn't help but burst into tears when he heard Ye Shuang speak: "I'm in a great mood." So don't do anything so exciting again. Something happened.
"No matter what kind of thing you accept, it will be difficult, and your tolerance also determines your ability to bear it." Ye Shuang raised the corners of his lips and smiled, without looking back but said calmly, with a slightly deep voice in the carriage. Slowly flowing: "For example, when you are young, a broken love can make you miserable, but as you grow up and experience more, you will laugh at your naivety for seeking life and death for such trivial things... Another example: Why can't men and women talk? Because women like to chat about gossip, food prices, and family affairs, but men’s functions in the family determine that they will look further and open up their own territory, so they will find women’s topics boring. Men can’t understand what’s so important about which supermarket’s potatoes are a dime cheaper?!”
"If the limit you see in your eyes is only one meter, then you will feel unable to breathe due to the narrow shackles of this meter." Ye Shuang held the steering wheel and turned a corner, and the car merged into the direction of the car with a beautiful flick. In the traffic flow of the lane in the city center: "But if you can see wider, the gains and losses within this meter will be insignificant... You care about other people's eyes now, and worry and suffer about these things, but if you stand If you have reached a height that is beyond their reach, what is the importance of these eyes that cannot reach you at all?!"
What you care about represents what the limit is. If you feel depressed or excited because of ten dollars, then your value level is only ten dollars. If your mood rises and falls because of the evaluation of an ordinary person, then your status level is just that of an ordinary person.
Ye Shuang is somewhat protective of his shortcomings. Although his personal relationship with An Zixun is not close, since the other party is his big fan, even if he doesn't take special care of him, Ye Shuang feels that he can't at least ignore his feelings... within his ability and both parties will do so. She's happy to pull it out if it's beneficial.
It's similar to the feeling of "since you admire me so much, then you will be mine from now on", whether it is a younger brother, a friend, a fan or a pet, no matter what the positioning is, at least Ye Shuang has classified An Zixun as his own. Within the circle.
Of course, it wouldn't be too enthusiastic to say that, but now it's boring anyway...
An Zixun was a little quiet, maybe because he heard it, or maybe he didn't feel anything but couldn't complain. Anyway, he had exhausted all his energy by screaming just now, and it is normal for his mind to be confused now.
Ye Shuang glanced at An Zixun, then thought about it and said, "I heard that Tony is teaching you financial sniping recently?"
Of course An Zixun had to speak this kind of questioning sentence pattern. He thought for a while and hesitated: "That's right..." Then he seemed to hesitate for a moment and turned his head in confusion: "Can I learn?"
Ye Shuang asked noncommittally: "Are you interested?"
An Zixun was silent for a long time: "...My family used to say that I wanted to inherit the family business, so I went to study business administration. Later, Antonis said that I had talent, so I went to study financial sniping... Actually, it's not about whether I am interested or not, but since If you have advantages and talents in this area, it would be a bad idea to waste them.”
"Understood." Ye Shuang nodded. An Zixun was obviously the type who had no independent opinions but was good at following orders.
If someone points out a path to him, he will rush towards it with his head down. I heard Antonis talking about An Zixun's study progress before. He is very hardworking and proactive. At first glance, it seems that he is also very interested. In fact, he is just used to doing his best when doing something. .
Interest and pursuit can be two different things, and An Zixun is the type who separates these aspects very well. He can't find his own interests, but he can pursue them in the direction pointed by others. So when his family asked him to inherit the business, he tried every means to work hard and eliminate obstacles at the same time. But in fact, if his family had pointed him in other directions at the beginning, this person might have also put in the same effort in other aspects. Work hard... work hard enough to make people misunderstand that this is his original intention.
"Actually, it's not a bad thing." Ye Shuang thought for a while, noticed An Zixun's nervous expression and smiled: "People's interests will naturally change with time and environment, and some can even be deliberately guided... Those who don't like it now You don’t have to dislike something forever, as long as you have a goal, it’s a good thing. To put it bluntly, how many people can really do whatever they want?! Most people will just be led by life throughout their lives.”
As these words fell, An Zixun suddenly felt the car stop. Then Ye Shuang turned off the engine and pulled out the key. He opened the door and signaled An Zixun to get out of the car. Only then did An Zixun realize that the two of them had arrived in front of a restaurant. .
This restaurant is not too high-end, but it is not something that ordinary people can come to often. Let’s not talk about the taste and price, but if it is Ye Shuang, An Zixun feels that it should be a more high-end place that suits his temperament... So An Zixun blinked and followed Ye Shuang into the hotel entrance while suggesting: "I also know a good restaurant nearby..."
"Oh, no need." Ye Shuang put on a big scarf and brown sunglasses again. After checking around the empty seats in the store, he walked straight to an empty table by the window and sat down. Then he asked the waiter for a menu and signaled for a moment to order. He smiled at An Zixun, who was sitting across from him in bewilderment, and lowered his voice and coughed: "Actually, I just wanted to find someone to go shopping with, but just now I suddenly noticed that an acquaintance came in... Sorry, I have to trouble you to accompany me. .”
"It's okay, I'll have no problem wherever I go." An Zixun was a little excited, but also a little disappointed.
Which acquaintance? Really annoying…
Ye Shuang didn't mean to explain. After looking at the menu for a while, and based on the faint smell floating in the kitchen, he quickly selected several dishes that should probably be the best in this restaurant, and combined them with the ones on the menu. After the name matched the number, he raised his hand to call the waiter to come over and write the order.
“Fish-flavored shredded pork, yam pork ribs, baby cabbage in soup...”
Ye Shuang read out the name of the dish calmly and slowly, as elegantly as if she was sitting in a top-notch restaurant ordering red wine snails. The waiter's handwriting was a bit drunk, let alone An Zixun... Of course they wouldn't notice. Yes, the people who appear to be looking at the menu and considering their order are actually distracted in front of them.
What Ye Shuang was really focused on was the conversation coming from the table of guests two tables behind her.
"No, Brother Zhou!" A strange voice that was a little exaggerated but still controlled the volume said in a hypocritical manner: "Then why don't you show that woman a little bit of strength?! No one from Yao Zhixing or anyone else can help?!"
Immediately afterwards, another voice that I had never heard before sighed, and seemed a little sad, but in fact, it added fuel to the fire: "That woman is really not easy to mess with. She has evil intentions to begin with. My mother doesn't dare to go out now." , I was also taught a lesson by Yao Zhixing, and now I am even implicating Brother Zhou... "
Ye Shuang smiled slightly when she heard this, almost thinking about it. The voice that dared not go out was probably San'er. He must have been taught a lesson by his eldest wife for not daring to go out. Yao Zhixing didn't instigate him to hit someone, so Is it a bit too forced to pass the buck? !
The waiter didn't notice that she was in a bad mood. When he saw the handsome guy who looked a little familiar, he smiled with his eyelids, his whole body almost trembled, and his voice suddenly became sweeter: "Sir, would you like to try our yogurt custard? ! This is the chef’s specialty dessert, smooth, tender and fresh with fruit... Highly recommended~”
As soon as the waiter finished his voice, An Zixun felt unhappy. He raised his eyelids and sneered. Just as he was about to say a few words in sarcastic mode, Ye Shuang folded the recipe and handed it over, interrupting with a smile: "Then just add two portions of yogurt. Custard, thank you.”
The waiter reluctantly left with the menu in his arms, seeming a little regretful. An Zixun curled his lips, and reluctantly pulled Ye Shuang to chat, which was a bit like a child's childish comparison... If you talk to her, you should also talk to me. We have a better relationship, right? !
Ye Shuang casually chatted with An Zixun, her attention still focused behind her.
When she was on the road, she saw Zhou Le walking into this restaurant with two people, and her mind flashed back to what happened on New Year's Eve, and then she wanted to listen to what the other party might say... Although the chance was a bit small, it didn't happen. What came to mind was that these people on the other side were really chatting about what happened that day.
Of course, Zhou Le's voice was never heard. Instead, the other two kept talking. Apart from the indignation and self-pity that lacked nourishment and acting skills, in summary, they were actually instigating Zhou Le to seek revenge on him.
Ye Shuang also wanted to see if Zhou Le still had the courage and intention after what happened that night.
Just as he was thinking of this, Zhou Le's voice finally sounded for the first time, with a hint of impatience and irritability: "Have you f*cking talked enough?! Are you so excited after I was beaten? It's endless, right?"
The two voices were choked up, and Ye Shuang could guess the mood of the two people from this awkward silence without even turning around.
The point is not to be excited! The point is to arouse your competitive spirit, dear... Everyone has said so much, why did you only notice the humiliation of being beaten, but didn't think about the counterattack after the humiliation? !
This is simply unscientific!
Ye Shuang smiled faintly and took a sip of the free barley tea in front of her. At least as of now, Zhou Le has no thoughts of resisting violence. He just doesn't know how long those two people can persist if they are provoked too many times. , maybe there will still be changes.
An Zixun became excited when he saw the corners of Ye Shuang's lips suddenly raised, as if the topic he was talking about had aroused the other person's interest.
It seemed that they finally noticed Zhou Le's displeasure. The two people who were fanning the flames were also very sensible. They quickly denied and apologized and moved the topic away. After chatting casually for a few words, they calmly detoured in another direction.
The voice who was filled with indignation at first and was responsible for fighting Zhou Le's injustice asked cautiously: "Brother Zhou, do you want me to call someone..."
"Who can you call?" Zhou Le said in a rough voice, without any intention of saving face: "You are all a bunch of trash, I can crush you to death with just one finger."
The indignant one choked again and pretended to be aggrieved. After a while, he sighed and continued: "Forget it, my mother is used to it..."
This sentence seemed to suggest something. Ye Shuang didn't look back and didn't know if the two of them exchanged glances, but the indignant person was quickly reminded: "Yes, Brother Zhou! Didn't you say that woman has a younger brother?! Besides, She also has a father and a mother..."
"Crack!" With a sound, the coarse porcelain cup in Ye Shuang's hand was crushed into pieces.
The waiter who was serving the food was immediately frightened and panicked: "Why did the cup break? Did you hurt your hand?!"
An Zixun almost jumped up, and a violent look suddenly appeared on his face: "Brother Ye, show me your hands quickly... What did you do?! You didn't even know the cup was broken and you just brought it to the guests! You hurt the guests! Can you afford the compensation?!”
Ye Shuang saw that the commotion was about to cause a big disturbance and alert others. He glanced at An Zixun in a comforting manner, then spread his hands to let the fragments fall down. There was not even a trace of red marks in his jade-white and perfect palms, which were like handicrafts.
Ye Shuang casually took out a paper towel and wiped off the tea on his hands and on the table. Ye Shuang smiled lightly and said, "It's okay. Let's continue serving the food."
"How could it not be..." An Zixun wanted to say something else, but Ye Shuang glanced at him with a calm look. For some reason, although there was no negative fluctuation in the other person's eyes, he subconsciously felt a dangerous emotion. .
He immediately fell silent and sat down again in silence. An Zixun closed his eyes and calmed down. He suppressed the shock and anger in his heart and then looked coldly at the waiter who was already at a loss and said, "Serve the food."
Sure enough, I will never come to this restaurant again! Waiters who flirt with customers are the most annoying!
An Zixun refused to blame Ye Shuang, so he just recorded all the small accounts on the innocent waiter. He felt that if it weren't for the other party, Ye Shuang would definitely not have taken such a serious accident lightly, and wouldn't even let himself ask for accountability... Humph! What desserts do you recommend? Her smile is so sweet and she obviously wants to seduce men!
The waiter put down the dish in a panic, left in a hurry, took the rag and turned the tray back. After carefully wiping the broken pieces of the cup into the plate, he wiped away the remaining tea on the table and tidied the table in front of Ye Shuang again. After it was as good as new, he apologized and left.
The commotion here finally attracted the attention of some guests. Fortunately, there were not many guests in the hotel now, and the commotion was not too loud, so everyone just took one look and turned their heads away.
Zhou Le's table also took a look at the table. An Zixun's voice of shock and anger just now was still loud, but since there was no other movement, the three of them quickly returned their attention.
Only then did Zhou Le remember what the person at the table said just now, frowned and cursed: "Are you done with holding on to this woman?! Every wrong has its own debtor, and if you have the ability, go directly to Yao Zhixing. The more you search, the more What does it mean to be more biased?”
The two of them were so frightened. They never expected that a person like Zhou Le would say such philosophical words as "Every injustice has its owner, and every debt has its owner"... Who is the one who owes money to others when they are unhappy? !
Of course, they only knew that Zhou Le suffered a big loss on New Year's Eve. He was taught a lesson by a woman, and the boy who was sent to tamper with someone's car was also imprisoned. But what they didn't know was that, There is also a degree of difference in the word "lesson".
Can a normal lesson and almost being killed be the same thing? !
After looking at each other, the two were still a little unwilling. For Zhou Le, the person he was most unhappy with was Yao Zhixing, but these two people were different. What they were most unhappy with was Ye Shuang, the patron saint of the main wife.
If this woman hadn't been so troubled, how could their mother and themselves be suddenly pulled out and exposed after so many years of high spirits, and their future prospects would be bleak? !
Originally, it would be fine if no one dared to offend Yao Zhixing, but now that Zhou Le has gone out to charge into the battle, of course they are not willing to let go of such a useful chess piece.
The one who was filled with righteous indignation was not intelligent enough, and his understanding was limited no matter how much he was hinted at. The one who was sad thought for a while and decided to appear on his own. He poured Zhou Le a glass of wine and said softly and softly: "The only way to make people sad is to confront them head-on. Doesn’t her family have a job? Doesn’t she have a school?! All she needs to do is express her feelings and say hello to the leader... "
After ordering, Zhou Le thought for a while, then picked up the wine glass thoughtfully. (To be continued)