As soon as Yang Yi walked away, Chen Gong turned back.
Lonely wolf and few sheep have coexisted in this office - I don't know if Chen Gong will think more when he sees this picture. Zheng Yi had a headache, and just wanted to quickly defend himself, Chen Gong said lightly, "Don't be afraid, I heard it all."
Zheng Yi wanted to thank God for not arranging the plot of his life too much.
"Why did you come back?"
"Thinking about it... I think I should invite you to dinner."
In addition to the basic salary, the middle-level personnel of HALO's business department also have business bonuses - after deducting project costs and company costs, the main person in charge of the remaining profits can take 30%.
There are two cases in Chen Gong's hands before: a hotel and a modeling agency. The hotel was going to be turned down, but the model company didn't make any money - 600,000 was almost all the cost, and the remaining profit was very little.
But this time, Zheng Yi gathered three companies to do it together, and the estimated profit was close to 800,000. The two leaders each took 30%, which is equivalent to Chen Gong's extra half a year's salary out of thin air.
Chen Gong pondered in his heart: I, this little angel, didn't have a good time with Zheng Yi, but Zheng Yi helped him a lot.
Zheng Yi sipped the Arctic Ocean soda: "If you really want to thank me, just come with me!" - Of course, Zheng Yi himself knew that this was bullshit, he was just teasing Chen Gong, and he didn't expect Chen Gong to agree. .
Sure enough, Chen Gong only urged him: "Hurry up and eat."
Chen Gong invited Zheng Yi to eat hot pot—not Sichuan flavor, but old Beijing mutton—Zheng Yi is from Beijing, and he took him to eat this to suit his taste.
There was a chat about the difficulty of executing the case at hand, mixed with the small grunts when the hot pot was steaming, Chen Gong heard Zheng Yi chattering for a while - looking up, Zheng Yi was sucking a piece of lamb leg bone, which was contained in the vertical direction. In the mouth, it was fixed with two rows of big white teeth, and the tongue flexibly cooperated with the movements, sucking the bone marrow hard and attentively.
Seeing that Chen Gong was sweating.
After eating a piece of lamb leg bone, Zheng Yi touched the tip of his tongue and swiped his lips. When I was looking for a tissue, I accidentally bumped into Chen Gong's demented eyes: "Hurry up! What are you stunned for? I'll get a piece for you—hey, you Sichuan hotpot don't like to eat this. After eating the meat next to you, suck it up. Inside, inhale hard... a few incense sticks!"
Zheng Yi's inadvertent words choked Chen Gong to death. The autonomic nerve in his brain was disconnected with a "bang", and the messy pictures were overwhelming.
After filling a small bottle of Arctic Ocean, Chen Gongcai will slow down.
Zheng Yi smiled: "Why are you still choking?"
"It's alright—thank you..." Chen Gong pushed the bowl in Zheng Yi's direction so that Zheng Yi didn't need to stand up to put the lamb shank he clipped in. Chewing is gnawing, and I can't stop thinking of other things in my mind... Chen Gong hurriedly had no words to say: "Your tattoo is so cool!"
Zheng nodded in recognition of himself: "Everyone I've seen said that!"
Chen Gong watched the video that Zheng Yi sent the night before... more than once.
Clean skin and delicate abdominal muscles, like a piece of white chocolate - Chen Gong doesn't like sweets, but he still looks a little greedy. On the centerline of the fourth piece of chocolate, there is a black tattoo - an exclamation point.
"Who has seen it?"
"A lot of people—brothers who played football and soaked in soup together."
Chen Gong viciously bit off a piece of meat from the mutton leg bone: "Have you seen the lamb?"
"Jealous?" Zheng Yi said with a sly smile on his face: "He's seen—hey, don't think too much about it, it's just your belly, you can see it with your bare arms!"
Chen Gong was curious: "Why is there an exclamation mark?"
"It's called VI—Visual Recognition System." Zheng Yi said in his jargon: "It's like a road sign—you see here, I have to warn you: go further down, but it's a dangerous area!"
Chen Gong didn't want to talk to him anymore, and continued to nibble on the lamb shank with an "oh" sound.
Every time he teases a serious person, Zheng Yi can have infinite fun.
On the opposite side, Chen Gong was burying his head and working hard, leaving only his head and heart.
Zheng Yi looked at the stubborn burr, and suddenly remembered what this serious man told him in the afternoon - "Be careful yourself, don't mess with your hair, don't be used by people with ulterior motives to mess with you."
In fact, when he woke up in the morning, Zheng Yi, who was overwhelmed with alcohol, recalled the stupid thing he did last night, and his guts turned green with regret - for fear that Chen Gong would think that he was a "slutty" person because of this.
After thinking about it, I quickly prepared a whitewashing statement for myself: "I drank too much yesterday, and when I woke up, I regretted that I went crazy last night."
Chen Gong didn't know what Zheng Yi was referring to, and his fragrant nibbling suddenly stopped. But didn't look up.
"It's not that I regret playing with you...playing with you!" Zheng Yi noticed the change in Chen Gong's movements, and immediately added: "It's about sending you a video..."
Chen Gong then continued to chew on the leg of lamb, and said vaguely, "It's okay—you're just that kind of person."
Come on, it can't be washed.
Zheng Yi hated the tickling of the teeth that he hated: how did he put the label of "slutty" all over his body step by step. He was angry for a moment, and finally added as if he was fighting back: "I'm stupid because I like you so much - I'm teasing you, and I haven't shown it to others before!"
Chen Gong raised his eyelids: "Really?"
"As long as I tell lies, let me become a father-in-law!"
The words "become a father-in-law", [Chen father-in-law] listened to it for a long time before he understood what Zheng Yi said. In the end, he couldn't help sneering: "Why did you swear to me, I don't care..."
Not caring and asking Lao Tzu, "Really?", Zheng pair rolled his eyes at the top of Chen Gong's head.
Zheng Yi knew the reason why Chen Gong was overly cautious—Chen Gong had suffered this kind of loss himself.
When he suffered a loss, he was worried that others would suffer the same crime - even when the two were at odds with each other at first, Chen Gong tried his best to prevent his enemy from jumping into the fire pit.
Zheng Yi was itching to think about it, and lamented that Chen Gong, such a good man, doesn't belong to him.
But Zheng Yi also looks forward to the day when Chen Gong will open up and confide in himself about the past...
Zheng Yi wanted to be a wall that belonged to Chen Gong - although Chen Gong was a loner who didn't need to rely on anyone, Zheng Yi wanted to be the wall he could rely on. Because Zheng Yi knew: If there is such a day, it will be the day when he will wash away the grievances of the "prodigal son".
But this is an endless cycle again - with Chen Gong's personality, I am afraid that only the people closest to him will trust him to pour out his heart; but if Chen Gong can't pour out his own words, Zheng Yihe will never be able to defend himself.
After thinking about it, Zheng Yi got a headache, and finally asked Chen Gong tentatively: "Why are you always so cautious - persuade me to guard against this and that?"
Chen Gong responded succinctly: "I have always had this kind of character."
Zheng Yi pouted: "How tiring is it to fall in love with you..."
"Don't talk to me if you're tired."
"Then don't!" Zheng Yi took Chen Gong's words and took advantage of him: "It's okay, let's talk about it!"
After a meal of mutton hot pot was eaten more than eight o'clock, after paying the order, Chen Gong said to Zheng Yi, "I'll drop by and take you back."
Zheng Yi is welcome, "You really look like a good boyfriend!"
Chen Gong did not speak.
Chen Gong likes Zheng Yi, and is willing to be nice to Zheng Yi, but he doesn't dare to establish this relationship—in his rationality, he also knows that this is self-deception; most of his body is already trapped in it, and he still insists on refusing to draw.
But I always felt that confirming the relationship was declaring war, and Chen Gong really didn't have the courage to face another defeat.
It's better to be ambiguous like this, everything a lover can have, they can also have it.
Just don't confirm.
Before Zheng got out of the car, he asked Chen Gong bluntly if he could "play a little" once.
Chen Gong knew what he meant, and turned his head to cooperate obediently.
Zheng Yi seemed to have used mouthwash after eating the mutton, and the kiss was very refreshing. Chen Gong thought about the smell of sheep taint in his mouth, and he estimated that Zheng Yi was smoked away in three seconds;
After being forcibly pushed away by Chen Gong at last, Zheng Yi was still very polite and learned the small gesture Chen Gong made to himself when he kissed for the first time - making up for a small peck.
Watching Zheng Yi enter the community, Chen Gong also returned to his home.
After entering the door, Chen Gong couldn't wait to lie back on the bed and open the chat record.
The short video Zheng Yi sent to him was five seconds long, and Chen Gong watched it back and forth for more than 20 minutes.
Seeing ten o'clock, Chen Gongcai lay down in the bathtub weakly, kicked the water valve with his foot, and poured a burst of cold water down, making his whole body comfortable.
Zheng Yi has a good figure, a low body fat rate, no fat and fat on his stomach, and his eight-pack muscles form beautiful lines.
The exclamation mark is about a thumb knuckle long and is tattooed an inch or two below the navel.
According to Zheng Yi - this is VI, a visual guide, a danger area warning...
"Heh..." Chen Gong laughed at Zheng Yi, the dandy son was full of belly.
After taking a shower, Chen Gong lay on the bed, after thinking about it, he took out his mobile phone and took a partial image, adjusted the perspective and contrast in Photoshop, and finally deducted the exclamation mark.
Boundary outlines are blurred because the pixels are not high enough, but large shapes are still almost recognizable.
But after all, Chen Gong is not a professional, so he can't really identify it.
The next day, as soon as Chen Gong entered the office, he put down his things and called "Cheng Shen".
Cheng Shen followed Chen Gong into the smoking room - I don't know what happened, although Deputy Supervisor Chen always wears sports clothes on weekdays, but every time he sees him, he feels that his aura is extraordinarily powerful; on the contrary, he is wearing a casual suit today, but he looks a bit high. Childishness of middle and small boys.
"What's the matter, Brother Chen?"
Chen Gong handed over the cigarette and asked, "Is your undergraduate major in visual communication?"
"Yes!"
"Have you studied font design?"
"Studied - learned well!"
"Give you a symbol. Can you recognize the font?"
"This..." Cheng Shen thought for a while: "Common fonts can basically be recognized. If it's not common... I can probably find the pattern if I touch it."
Chen Gong took out his mobile phone from his trousers pocket, put the cigarette in his mouth, holding the mobile phone in one hand and zooming in on a picture in the other.
On a white background, a black symbol — an exclamation point.
Cheng Shen watched it for only ten seconds: "The most common Yahei!—Bold Yahei!"
"sure?"
Cheng Shen nodded: "Sure. Or you can send me the picture and I'll compare it."
"No need, I'll do the comparison myself."
"Brother Chen, why do you recognize this?"
"...Nothing." Chen Gong took a puff of his cigarette, and the turning point was not very clever: "I remember that a friend in your circle of friends who opened a tattoo studio for you turned the advertisement?"
"Yes, my college roommate - I thought it was very cool to see him tattooing, and I wanted to learn from him!"
"Do you know something about tattoos?"
"Understand!"
Chen Gong paused for a moment, then asked again, "Is it only possible to tattoo on hairless skin?"
Cheng Shen laughed "pochi": "You can do it anywhere - Brother Chen, where do you want the tattoo?"
"What are you thinking!" Chen Gong yelled and gave Cheng Shen a fist: "Belly—but I have a little hair on my belly."
Even the movements are like a naive high school boy. Cheng Shen smiled and reconfirmed: "You can get a tattoo—you can get a tattoo if you shave it!"
Chen Gong pressed his cigarette butt and nodded: "Okay, nothing else - wait, your friend pushed me on WeChat."
Cheng Shen nodded: "I'll write Brother Chen for him to take care of the business first!" After speaking, he held back his laughter and said nothing.
Chen Gong felt flustered when he saw his expression: "You... what's the matter?"
Cheng Shen put out the cigarette, walked a few steps to the door, turned around and asked, "Brother, do you like Jian Zheng?"
Chen Gong was stunned by this question in a ball-like manner.
"There is... this exclamation mark on Zheng Jian's stomach."
Chen Gong raised his eyebrows: "You stop, how do you know?"
"The entire visual department knows it—you're the only one who doesn't." Cheng Shen tried his best to hold back his laughter and explained to Chen Gong: "Jian Zheng just came to HALO for the first week, and he invited all the colleagues in the department to sing K on the weekend; He lost the game and was punished to sing "Tears of a Dancer" shirtless - if it weren't for Brother Chen, you wouldn't go to death, you could watch it with your own eyes! - Eh, why didn't you go?"
Chen Gong was at a loss.
Before that kid Cheng Shen opened the door and escaped, he added another sentence: "Oh yes! - You didn't expect that one day you would fall in love with your enemy!"