In the morning, the rain stopped.
The sunshine at the end of May is considered vicious, and it shines directly into the humid room, making the room steamy and hot.
When Wen Yu woke up, he heard the broken roof on the balcony creaking and creaking in the wind.
The roof had to be repaired and the glass doors had to be reinstalled.
He took out his phone and sent a message to Zhao Xiaoliang: [I'm not feeling well today, please help me take a leave of absence.]
After having a casual breakfast, the teenager carried the ladder/ladder and toolbox to the balcony and began to repair the balcony roof by himself.
Not long after, two cars suddenly drove into the small yard, one was the small white car of the second uncle Guan Haitao.
The other was a black Cheng Liang luxury car that obviously didn't match the surrounding environment.
Wen Yu looked down and saw Guan Haitao with a courteous smile, opening the courtyard door and inviting three men in shirts and trousers to come in after getting off the luxury car.
He guessed what it was, closed his eyes and continued to stand on the shelf to repair the ceiling.
A man wearing black sunglasses looked around as soon as he entered the courtyard. After looking up and seeing the young man on the balcony, he frowned and asked: "The house is broken down like this, can people still live in it?"
Guan Haitao explained: "Hey, Mr. Zhou, that's my nephew, and he insists on living here alone despite my persuasion."
Mr. Zhou found it troublesome: "Will you move out in the future?"
Guan Haitao couldn't help but promise: "Yes, yes, as long as Mr. Zhou books this house, let him move out immediately."
Mr. Zhou hummed, and ordered two of his subordinates to go out to check the surrounding living environment, and followed Guan Haitao into the house.
It was humid and stuffy inside.
Mr. Zhou clicked his tongue, and said in a disgusted tone, "The wallpaper doesn't even look the original color, and the stairs wobble when walking, typical dilapidated buildings."
"It also leaked badly, and the floor on the second floor seemed to have been soaked in water."
Guan Haitao laughed along with him: "Mr. Zhou, you didn't buy it to live in. Didn't you just like this piece of land?"
Mr. Zhou sneered: "That's true."
He tapped his chin towards the balcony: "Don't let that kid repair the shed, it's dangerous."
Guan Haitao was already annoyed by Wen Yu's ding-ding-dong-dong knocking with a hammer, and shouted: "Xiaoyu, come down, this house can't be repaired well, you pack up your things and come home with me later."
Wen Yu stopped, looked down at the two people in the living room, and raised his indifferent voice, "Go to your house? Does aunt agree?"
The eyebrows are cold, and the eyes are sharp.
Full of youthful arrogance and disdain.
Guan Haitao froze, his face a little embarrassed: "Hey, I will only live for more than three months. Besides, isn't this house for sale? Your aunt won't say anything."
Wen Yu sneered without leaving a trace, picked up the hammer in his hand and continued to nail the ceiling.
As for Mr. Zhou, he was instantly attracted by the boy's glance back.
He walked into the balcony in a few steps, raised his head and looked more carefully at the skinny boy who was stepping on the ladder.
Because the boy stood high and raised his arms to nail the ceiling, the arc of his body was elongated. The legs are straight and the muscle lines of the arms are smooth.
The wide T-shirt was raised because of the raised arms, revealing a section of the young boy's waist.
Under the scorching sun, the skin glowed softly and coolly white. The thin and tough arc of the abdomen is like a sharp machete, which makes people feel intimidated.
Mr. Zhou was wearing sunglasses, and his covered eyes couldn't see the expression.
This kind of scrutiny almost like a sneak peek made Wen Yu very uncomfortable. He stopped what he was doing, closed his eyes and looked down at the man in the sunglasses, his voice was cold: "What are you looking at?"
It's a question and a warning.
The tails of his eyes were sharp and stern. It is the rebelliousness and hostility that a half-grown child cannot tame.
Mr. Zhou curled up his lips as if he was in a good mood, and asked, "You live here alone?"
Wen Yu asked coldly, "How much do you need to ask when buying a house?"
Guan Haitao: "Tsk, Xiaoyu, how are you talking to the guests?"
He laughed with Mr. Zhou again: "Teenagers are not very obedient."
Mr. Zhou joked nonchalantly: "It's said that my nephew, Uncle Xiao, I don't think this kid looks like you at all, Mr. Guan."
Guan Haitao: "Hey, stop joking. My nephew has been beautiful since he was a child, and he was as tender as a little princess when he was young."
"I didn't come out until I grew up like a boy. You see, he is delicate and handsome! It's just that he has a bad temper."
Mr. Zhou agreed and asked Wen Yu: "You don't want to take advantage of such a good natural condition? Don't you consider developing in the entertainment industry?"
Guan Haitao: "Huh?"
Wen Yu glanced at him.
Mr. Zhou also smiled: "There are many handsome celebrities, but some of them may work hard and never be popular for the rest of their lives."
"But there are still people who don't have to do anything to stand on stage to attract the attention of the audience."
He bent his lips and nodded his chin towards the young man: "You are the latter. How about it? Do you want to follow me into the entertainment industry?"
After finishing speaking, he took out a business card and put it on the ladder that Wen Yu was stepping on, and said, "You can go and find out who I am, or you can go and find out who are the celebrities I have made popular?"
After Guan Haitao heard this, he was astonished and pleasantly surprised: "Oh, there is such a good thing, Xiaoyu has met a scout!"
"Entertainment industry?"
Wen Yu glanced down at the business card under his feet, and said indifferently, "Can you earn five million a day?"
"five million?"
Mr. Zhou said meaningfully: "It is not possible, of course it depends on what you do."
He stretched out his index finger, and with his fingertips tapped the business card he had put on the shelf, next to which was a bare foot of a teenager stepping on it.
The ankle is bony, with well-defined muscles, and the protruding ankle is round and smooth, not as sharp as the person himself.
Mr. Zhou tapped the thin business card with his index finger just beside the boy's feet, and raised his voice to ask, "Your name is Xiaoyu? I'm waiting for your contact."
Wen Yu snorted lightly, and kicked the business card to the ground after they left.
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After a long time, the messy balcony finally returned to its original appearance.
The boy wiped the sweat off his face, took out his phone to check the time. But I saw a bank receipt notification message on the screen.
Today is not the pay day for Tuhua Studio, who will transfer the money to him
Wen Yu was surprised and clicked on the message.
[Your card with the end number 3567 received a transfer on May 19, the transfer amount: 5,000,000 yuan,]
Wen Yu: Huh
He thought he was wrong. Rubbing his eyes, he looked at the long series of numbers again, and counted twice, three times.
Exactly: five million.
The transfer time was half an hour ago, and the name of the transferor: Yg.
Wen Yu wiped his sweat again with a towel, and then called the bank's customer service number: "Hi, I just received a transfer of 5 million. I think there must be a problem with your banking system."
The amount was too large, and the customer service realized the seriousness of the situation, and immediately asked for Wen Yu's personal information and began to inquire.
ten minutes later.
The bank customer service called the boy back: "Hello, Mr. Wen, we have verified your remittance information and got in touch with the remitter."
"Mr. Ying from the remitter said that he did not make a wrong transfer. He said that a friend of your deceased parents, this money is the living expenses you deserved over the years."
Wen Yu was puzzled: "I haven't heard that my parents have such friends. Can you ask him to confirm it again?"
The customer service patiently explained: "There is nothing wrong. Mr. Ying also reported your name, date of birth and ID number. It is exactly the same as your information."
Why does this person named Yg know his personal information
The vigilance in Wen Yu's heart was greater than the astonishment of receiving a huge sum of money.
He pondered for a few seconds, then asked again: "Can you give me the details of the remitter, I want to ask him personally."
Customer service: "Okay, just wait a moment."
Two minutes later, Wen Yu got Ying Chen's ID number and phone number.
He took the mobile phone and immediately called Ying Chen.
Again, no one answered.
Twice, no one answered.
three times
Wen Yu pinched the phone, feeling a little uneasy.
Just now, he thought that five million was a huge sum that could never be earned. And now he has received a transfer of 5 million from an unknown person.
What's even more outrageous is that that person still has all his identity information.
After thinking about it, he decided to call Liu Yiming from the police: "Uncle Liu, can you check someone for me?"
Liu Yiming: "Investigate who? Did something happen?"
"no."
Wen Yu explained: "A man named Ying Chen transferred five million to me just now. He also said that he was a friend of my parents during his lifetime, and the money should be given to me for living expenses."
"five million?!"
Liu Yiming exclaimed: "Give me his identity information quickly, and I will check it for you."
He quickly found Ying Chen's information: "Male, 25 years old. Born in Canada, the entry and exit records show that he has only been to our country twice, and he didn't stay long."
"What does such a person have to do with your parents? Oh yes!"
Liu Yiming slapped his head: "Your parents used to study in Canada when they were young. Could it be that they met at that time?"
Wen Yu shook his head: "When my parents studied in California, it was twenty years ago. Could it be that they were friends with a four or five-year-old boy?"
"Tsk, yes."
There are many doubts, Liu Yiming told Wen Yu: "You don't touch this money, I will investigate this person for you."
Wen Yu: "Uncle Liu, please."
Liu Yiming: "Why bother, please be polite to me."
"Are you at home alone? You don't go out at night these days. Be safe by yourself. If you have anything to do, please contact me."
Wen Yu knew what he was reminding: "I know, don't worry, Uncle Liu."
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However, there are always people who don't want to let him go.
In the afternoon, after Wen Yu asked a decoration worker to reinstall the glass door at home, he went to the supermarket.
It was getting dark when we got home.
The small alley leading to the home belongs to a lost area in this city. Several old yards around were bought by the real estate development company and left vacant.
Only Wen Yu, a senior in high school, was left alone in the Guan family's old house.
So here is only a wall away from the bustling street outside, but it seems to be in a world cut off from the commercial noise of the outside world, quiet and uninhabited.
Holding shopping bags in both hands, Wen Yu hurried home in the darkening alley.
He stopped quickly.
He saw a man leaning on a jujube tree in front of him, it was Li Haowu who had just been released from prison.
Li Haowu was also looking at him, tilting his head slightly, hanging his eyes, sneering at the corner of his mouth, and shaking the silver golf club in his hand.
He is not alone.
A thin man with dyed yellow hair and a cigarette dangling from his mouth was sitting on the ground next to him. A fat man with a strong physique was leaning against the mottled brick wall, and his younger brother Li Haowen was standing behind him.
They all looked at Wen Yu with smirks of complacency. Like a cunning beast, besieging the prey that is within reach.
Wen Yu looked around at the four of them, tightened his hand holding the bag, raised his eyebrows and asked lightly, "What's the matter?"
Li Haowu raised his long golf club and casually played with it: "I heard that you still want me to go in again?"
There are no cameras in the alley. Even if Wen Yu calls the police afterwards, as long as these people keep their mouths tight and keep denying, it will be difficult to convict them.
Li Haowu deliberately chose such a place to surprise him and attack him, and he had already planned his way out.
Wen Yu put the shopping bags in his hand to one corner, stood in the middle of the road, moved his hands and feet, raised his thin eyelids, and urged in a cold voice: "Don't talk nonsense, hurry up."
"You have the guts."
Li Haowu played with the club in his hand, giggling: "I don't bully children, you just stand honestly and let me slap you a few times, and the debt of these two years is over."
Wen Yu stood upright, and refused with an indifferent expression without fluctuation: "If you want to come, come and risk your life."
Li Haowu looked at him playfully.
And the other three passed their gazes to each other, as if they were looking at a lunatic.
"You probably don't know that people living in this area have given me a nickname."
The young man raised his jaw slightly, and sneered in his dark eyes: "They call me an immortal child."
When he was four years old, he went out with his parents to level the road and suddenly fell ten meters inward. More than 30 people who fell into it, including his parents, all died.
He was the only survivor, and was reported by the news day after day as a miracle of life.
At the age of eight, he went fishing by the river with his grandfather, and accidentally fell into a reservoir nearly five meters deep because of curiosity. He stretched out his hand but was able to grab a piece of wood that came from nowhere, allowing him to float on it to be rescued.
At the age of ten, a drunk driving car drove towards him, but just as it was about to hit him, it was diverted by another car that rushed out suddenly.
He was unharmed.
Two years ago, brothers Li Haowen and Li Haowu took more than a dozen gangsters and smashed a bowl-sized blood hole in his head with a broken beer bottle, and the blood gushing out soaked the school uniform.
It was just a night of comatose sleep, and now even the scars of the wound have disappeared completely.
Grandpa said about him when he was alive: My Xiaoyu's fate is so hard that even the underworld dare not accept him.
Wen Yu sneered, as if mocking himself or sarcasm: "Come on, let's see who of us will die first?"