When the pie is falling in the sky, you must not rush to eat it, because when the benefits are imminent, people are most likely to lose their rigorous judgment. Therefore, Li Muye did not make any promises on the Huangpu Star. Of course, there was no direct rejection. Just say that I have to go back and consider it.
He Kunkun was not enthusiastic about this at first, but in the process of chatting, I heard Bai Xue mentioning the amazing reserves of gold mines in Yakutia many times. After feeling Li Muye's ambiguous attitude, this old boy Suddenly, interest seemed to come. In the words, the meaning of facilitating was clearly revealed.
When Li Muye left, Bai Xue was slightly dissatisfied and sat still. On the contrary, He Kunkun was extremely enthusiastic. He sent his car to the pier and sent Li Muye back. He also ordered two boxes of seafood and a few bottles of good wine to take Li Muye to the car and leave. go.
When I received a call from Baixue on the way, he asked, "What do you mean? I have already agreed with Lao He. Now that you are here, don't you understand what we mean? You didn't mean it on purpose. Demolish my station?"
"It's Chen Miao's platform." Li Muye sat in the soundproof and sealed rear compartment and said calmly: "There is no problem between the two of us. You do it for work, and I do it for the group and all shareholders. Interests, if you personally want to get involved in this matter, I will definitely wait and see."
"Indecent!" Bai Xue might think that the word is not heavy enough, and added: "Dirty!" After being silent for a while, he said: "I have a house on Songjiang Road. You can come over when you are free. I have some I want to communicate with you personally."
When the phone was hung up, Li Muye directly ordered the driver to drive to the house in Yangpu first, unload more than half of the seafood and wine, and told Lao Cui to take good care of everyone, and then he took He Kunkun’s exclusive car and returned to Meng Fanbing’s residence. Community.
At five o'clock in the afternoon, Li Muye returned to Meng Fanbing's house. The driver accompanied him upstairs, delivered the seafood and a box of wine to Meng Fanbing's house and left politely. After a brief concoction, Li Muye took a bath and sat on the sofa to smoke and watch TV.
Lu Shaofen called and asked what happened to seafood and wine. Li Muye knew that what she really cared about wasn't that little thing. Those snow-white slender thighs are indeed attractive, but even if she has the initiative, she will never accept it. A friend’s wife must not be deceived, let alone a friend’s daughter
There have been a lot of fucking things lately, it's better to make less trouble. Li Muye dealt with a few vaguely, excuse the busy business, no time to accompany the children to gossiping, deliberately emphasized the difference between generations and then hung up the phone.
After Meng Fanbing came back, she saw the seafood and wine placed on the table at first sight. She could be regarded as someone who had eaten it before, and immediately saw that the seafood was a deep-sea glutton transported by air. And this box of 90-year-old white wine is worth tens of thousands of yuan. She looked at Li Muye with some surprise, and asked, "What's your situation? Isn't it just a few bullshits? Wouldn't she show such sincerity to cheer me up."
Li Muye smiled and said, "Anyway, you can eat and be happy."
Meng Fanbing was happy after all, and said, "If you have a conscience, I will reluctantly forgive you."
Li Muye said: "You told me that Zhou Ping also lives in this building, do you know where to live?"
Meng Fanbing paused for a while and asked, "What do you want to do with this?" Then he was displeased: "Are you so anxious to finish this matter and leave me?"
"It's really not very convenient for lone men and widows to live together." Li Muye said: "It can be said that it is emergency rescue in a short period of time, but that is not the case after a long time."
"Is it all an excuse?" Meng Fan said angrily, "You're just worried that Zhang Na's question will be easy to say or not."
Li Muye smiled and said, "It is still an old classmate who understands me."
"You moved out of me, what are your plans for the next step?" Meng Fanbing knew that once Zhang Na was involved, Li Muye would not be so bold and headstrong. So he didn’t deliberately stay, and said, “I don’t have to worry about that. Although Lin Xiangyu is a bastard, he is really good to me, but you, go out from me, you can’t live with the woman in the airport. What's the difference between that and me here?"
Li Muye said, "I can rent a house or stay in a hotel. You don't have to worry about this. After all, I made a little money when I was in Russia."
Meng Fanbing said: "Your little money is to stay and live, or don't spend it indiscriminately. It's best to find a job that manages food and accommodation as soon as possible. If you don't mind, I can actually arrange for you to go to work in the mall where Meng Fanyu works. "
This girl really doesn't intend to let people stop.
"I mind." Li Muye refused altogether: "Okay, don't worry about this, you should tell me where Zhou Ping lives."
I drove a Land Rover, ate instant noodles, lived in a mansion, and slept in a pigsty. This is the current life of Zhou Ping and Lin Xiangyu.
Li Muye brought four bottles of wine over, first confirmed with the cleaning aunt that the two brothers were at home, and then pressed the doorbell for a long time before the door finally opened. An impatient voice came from inside: "Come, here, fuck, I'm not done pressing it, Er Xiang, are you ordering takeaway again? I don't have any money to sell."
As soon as the door opened, Zhou Ping, sleepy-eyed, saw Li Muye and was immediately taken aback.
Li Muye looked at him with a smile, showed the wine in his hand, and said: "Even if you want to fight with me, at least let me put the wine in."
Zhou Ping remained motionless and said, "I haven't been looking for you yet, but have you hit the door?"
Li Muye stepped into the house, Zhou Ping did not dare to hold back, and subconsciously gave way to the side.
"Don't be nervous, I'm not here for trouble." Li Muye kept a kind smile and walked straight into the living room. The floor was littered in his eyes. Instant noodle boxes were the main force, followed by beverage bottles and various junk food packaging bags. Selling lunch boxes, convenient bags are entrenched on the sofa, and among the thousands of garbage, a long-haired boy with white hair is set off, lying there, half covering his face with a guitar, sleeping soundly.
Human resilience is a terrible thing. There is no strongest, only more powerful, never see the limit. What these little brothers can endure, in Li Muye's eyes, is more difficult to hold than the harsh winter of Yakutia.
Some people call this neo-decadentism, but in fact it is just him who is lazy.
"What the hell are you here for?" Zhou Ping couldn't help but catch up to stop Li Muye from approaching Lin Xiangyu.
"You don't need to be so excited, I'm here to rob, and you must have something worth robbing." Li Muye looked at the trash on the ground and then at the open kitchen. There was no sign of smoking. He said again: "I'm still thinking about when you can come to me to settle the accounts. You have already been working hard with your brothers to practice magical skills here."
"It's okay for us to starve to death," Zhou Ping said very spinelessly, but his voice was slightly weak and he was obviously lacking in confidence.
No wonder these two people didn't come to make trouble, they turned out to be hungry at home. Li Muye was amused and a little curious in his heart, looking at them, they didn't look like such a miserable person. Lin Xiangyu rolled over, opened his eyes weakly, and asked, "Brother Ping, who are you talking to?"
Zhou Ping said: "The man who snatched your woman, brought a few bottles of wine over, I don't know what it means."
Li Muye smiled and said, "It's not interesting. I originally wanted to ask you to practice again, first show your fists and then practice drinking, but now, both of you are weak."
"Fuck him? Who the hell is a buddy with him?" Lin Xiangyu sat up with swear words, glared at Li Muye, and said: "You can fight forever, but if you really have a kind, you will kill the second master. , Or don't you just leave him in front of Lao Tzu pretending to be a smiling tiger with a big tail wolf."
Li Muye said: "Do you still use me to kill you?" mockingly: "Have you ever lived?"
Lin Xiangyu didn't seem to be touched, staring at the wine bottle in Li Muye's hand, and said: "Isn't it here to deliver the wine? Come on, open a bottle first. Fighting is not your opponent. Drinking I will never convince you."
Li Muye turned to look at Zhou Ping: "How about a few drinks together?"
Without saying a word, Zhou Ping walked to Lin Xiangyu and sat down and took a whole bottle directly from Li Muye's hand. Li Muye handed him the corkscrew. Pulled the trash from the coffee table to the ground, and sat opposite the two.
The three people drink each bottle of wine on an empty stomach.
"We don't know each other anymore." Li Muye took the initiative to open the conversation and said: "What's the situation with your brothers? Why is it so miserable?"
Zhou Ping glanced at Lin Xiangyu and said nothing.
Lin Xiangyu said: "You have nothing to do with you if you are miserable or miserable. Don't think that you can set porcelain with us with a bottle of wine. There is no such friendship."
Li Muye smiled hesitantly, and said, "I'm here to cut off the festival, not to make friends with you. Let's be more civilized and martial arts."
"What do you say about the text? What do you say about Wu?" Zhou Ping continued.
It can be seen that between the two brothers, Lin Xiangyu is like a wayward brother, and he plays more of the role of protector and elder brother.
Li Muye said: "The martial arts are simple, your brothers are ready to prepare, and then we find a place to practice, regardless of winning or losing, no matter after the break, the writer just sits down and has a good chat. You thought about that last time. How to solve it, and if you have any requirements, you can ask me."
"It's martial." Zhou Ping said simply: "If we can accept the humiliation, our two brothers will not live this kind of life without a meal."
Li Muye nodded and said: "Alright, then you two will go out with me first. There is no other meaning, just to avoid defeat, let you eat before we sign. In addition, I have to It's fair to call a helper."
Zhou Ping glanced at Lin Xiangyu. The latter said, "You can do anything about the ballast, I'm fearless anyway."
When the three set out to go out, Li Muye led the two to a restaurant, ordered a table of dishes casually, and watched them devour them. Call Lao Cui and ask him to come over immediately. Two for two, a fair one. Thinking of Lao Cui and looking at the two brothers again, I suddenly felt that I was as shameless as Bai Xue said.
Half an hour later, Old Cui walked in like a mountain of action, shaking his huge body with muscular muscles.
As soon as Zhou Ping and Lin Xiangyu saw the helper Li Muye had called, their enthusiasm disappeared, and their fighting spirit turned into appetite.
Old Cui was silent. Li Muye watched the cup and plate bottom out, and the two of them couldn't hold their backs. Then he smiled and asked, "How is it, brothers are full and drunk, have you figured out where to go?" (End of this chapter)