Influenced by her grandfather and mother, Qi Cong has practiced calligraphy since she was a child. Because he practiced early and practiced a lot, his characters were basically finalized in junior high school. No matter how he changed later, he would only add some personal habits to the already fixed fonts.
But now, on the envelopes and brochures spread out in front of Qi Cong, they should have written the word "suicide note", but the handwriting is obviously different.
The word "suicide note" on the envelope was written with excessive force, with a rigid shape and a loose structure, which looked like it was handwritten by a novice practicing calligraphy.
The word "suicide note" on the brochure was also written with some force, but the shape of the letter is round, the structure is perfect, the pen is flexible and elegant, and it retains a strong personal style in the shape of regular script.
Qi Cong frowned.
Handwriting is something that is engraved into one's muscle memory, and even if it is amnesia, it should not regress so much. Looking at the strength and direction of the strokes of the word "suicide note" on the envelope, it doesn't seem like it was written in a perfunctory manner because of suicide.
Not right.
He picked up the envelope, turned it over, opened it, and pulled out the letter inside.
A large pile of words appeared in front of him, densely packed, Qi Cong frowned again after only one glance.
Before, he was still holding a fluke, thinking that it would be a special case that the words on the envelope were not well written, but the words on the letter shattered his fluke.
With just a cursory scan, he found at least seven or eight structural problems in the characters, and these characters were very unfamiliar to him, and there was no trace of his personal habit whether it was the strokes or the interval habit of writing.
It's not just a matter of handwriting regression.
He read the content of the letter again, and was so disgusted that his face was wrinkled.
Is this a suicide note or a love letter? The whole article is to express love to Jiang Zhaoyan, the words are sad and lingering, and Qi Yin and Lin Hui are not mentioned a word. Is this letter really written by him
There was a knock on the door.
Qi Cong returned to his senses, temporarily suppressed his thoughts, stuffed the letter back into the envelope, covered the brochure, and got up to open the door.
Shen Jia stood outside the door with a notepad and a pen. After Qi Cong opened the door, he looked sideways like a thief at the room where Qi Yin and Lin Hui lived next door, then waved the notebook and pen in his hand at Qi Cong, and lowered his voice: "Brother Cong, I'll help you The account has been settled. In the past three years, the banking business and payment software have undergone great changes, and I'm afraid you can't understand it alone."
Qi Cong nodded and turned to let Shen Jia in.
The two sat cross-legged on the bed, Qi Cong took out all the cards in the wallet, lined them up, then took out the phone and pressed it.
The phone screen does not light up.
Shen Jia leaned over and said, "I've been waiting for a few days, the power is out."
"Wait for me." Qi Cong got up and took out the charger, charged the phone, and pressed the power button.
A phone call came in immediately, and the caller was "Zhao Yan".
Qi Cong paused, looked at the screen for two seconds, connected the call, and put the phone to his ear.
"This is the farewell you said? Why don't you continue to shut down and act?" A low-pitched male voice came out of the receiver, with anger in his tone, "Qi Cong, how many times do you want to pretend to commit suicide? You Can you stop making trouble? As I said, I'm not trying to drive you out of the company, I just hope you can change your position. The R&D department is too important, and you won't—"
This question made Qi Cong immediately confirm that Jiang Zhaoyan was indeed the same as Shen Jia said, not a good person. He interrupted the other party coldly: "Jiang Zhaoyan?"
There was silence on the phone for two seconds, and then the tone suddenly eased: "I know you're angry, I'm hiding it from you and Xia—"
"Stop talking nonsense." Qi Cong interrupted Jiang Zhaoyan again, "I did say goodbye to you forever, get out."
Jiang Zhaoyan raised his voice: "What did you say—"
beep.
Qi Cong hung up the phone, looked for it, put Jiang Zhaoyan's number on the blacklist, and turned around.
Shen Jia rushed over excitedly: "Brother Cong, you were so handsome just now! Good job! You have to treat scum like this, let him go!"
Qi Cong held on to the head of the bed and barely escaped being thrown over by Shen Jia, her expression softened a little, and she reached out and shoved Shen Jia off her body: "Okay, let's settle the accounts."
The two sat down on the bed again, Qi Cong was in charge of calling the bank to check the account, and Shen Jia was in charge of recording.
I don't know if I don't check it, I'm shocked when I check it. Qi Cong has a total of nine credit cards under his name, and the total amount owed by all the cards is as high as 980,000. Basically, all the credit cards have been used up. In addition to cards, Qi Cong also borrowed money on some shopping platforms and payment software.
What makes people even more frightened and angry is that the day before Qi Cong committed suicide, Qi Cong downloaded seven or eight loan apps in one go, borrowed more than 160,000 money from them, and placed an order for Jiang Zhaoyan. For luxury watches, the recipient address of the watch is Jiang Zhaoyan's company.
Judging from the chat records between Qi Cong and the brand's customer service, this watch was a birthday present that Qi Cong bought for Jiang Zhaoyan.
Qi Cong squeezed the card in his hand.
Shen Jia looked worried: "Brother?"
"It's okay." Qi Cong threw away the card, "Can this order be cancelled?"
Shen Jia nodded quickly: "Yes, the customer service said that this watch needs to be transferred from abroad, and the delivery is relatively slow. I just checked it. The watch you bought has not been shipped yet, so you can cancel it directly."
Qi Cong's expression became better: "Then just cancel it."
A quarter of an hour later, the shopping money was returned to Qi Cong's account by the system. Qi Cong used the money to pay off the loan apps and uninstalled them.
After another half an hour, the account was finally completely sorted out. In addition to the instalment money for buying things on various shopping platforms, Qi Cong owes more than 1.43 million in total.
Shen Jia put down the notebook filled with various numbers, looked at Qi Cong, and hesitated.
Qi Cong was calmer than Shen Jia thought. He didn't try to be arrogant and didn't ask for help. After collecting the card on the bed, he said: "Jiajia, can you lend me 1.5 million first? I want to pay off these accounts first, then cancel and close these cards and accounts. After the account, I want to rent a house for my parents and let them live more comfortably with the remaining money. I promise, I will make money and return it to you as soon as possible. "
"No problem, I'll transfer the money to you now!" Shen Jia quickly took out his phone.
After receiving Shen Jia's transfer, Qi Cong insisted on writing an IOU of 1.5 million to Shen Jia, and then made an appointment with Shen Jia to go to major banks to cancel the account tomorrow.
It was not too early to finish the work, Qi Cong got up to send Shen Jia back to the room, and before Shen Jia left, he suddenly asked, "Why did I commit suicide? Well, something must have happened in between."
Shen Jia stopped and looked back, hesitated, and replied, "Because Jiang Zhaoyan is engaged to An Xiahe, the youngest son of the An family, who is an interior designer."
Qi Cong was stunned: "Anjia? Is it the Anjia I know?"
"Yes, it's the former partner of your family, the home of Anbai Design Company."
"..." Qi Cong pursed her lower lip and asked again, "What does Jiang Zhaoyan do?"
"Smart home. Brother Cong, Jiang Zhaoyan's company developed entirely by sucking the blood of you and your family."
After sending Shen Jia away, Qi Cong returned to the room, stood by the bed and looked at the pile of cards collected on it, and cursed in a low voice.
…
Selling cards, looking for a house, renting a house, and moving, Qi Cong just took two days to complete all these things before the next working day came and Lin Hui officially went to work at an old friend's educational institution.
His newly rented house is near where Lin Hui works. It has two bedrooms and one living room with a large balcony. The decoration is relatively new and the appliances are complete. Although it is not as good as the small villa that Qi's family lived in before, it is better than Qi Yin and Lin Hui. The house in the old community where I lived before has been much, much better.
Although he owes a lot, Qi Cong is not ready to wrong his parents. After moving house, he went to the supermarket to replenish a lot of daily necessities for Qi Yin and Lin Hui, bought a few sets of clothes, and even bought a set of skin care products for Qi Yin.
Then, he said goodbye to Lin Hui and Qi Yin at the dinner table.
Lin Hui frowned: "Are you leaving tomorrow?"
Shen Jia, who was burying her head in the rice, also raised her head when she heard the words, and wanted to speak, but was choked by the rice and burped.
Qi Cong poured a glass of water for Shen Jia and replied, "Well, Jiajia has been delayed in Haicheng for so long for me and missed a lot of work in Beishi, so it's time to go back."
Shen Jia hurriedly swallowed the food and said anxiously, "I didn't—"
Qi Cong looked at Shen Jia: "You answered several calls behind my back today, and I even heard the person on the other side scold you."
Shen Jia turned off the fire and said with no confidence: "That's my agent, he's that stinky temper."
"And I also want to go to work as soon as possible, it's always not good to sit and eat." Qi Cong looked at Qi Yin and Lin Hui again, "Mom, Dad, I've been under your protection for so many years, and it's time to venture out. ."
Lin Hui wanted to speak, but was blocked by Qi Yin. Qi Yin smiled at Qi Cong: "Go if you want, Mom is still waiting for your blessing."
The matter of leaving is so settled.
After dinner, Qi Cong and Shen Jia went to do the last thing before leaving Haicheng - return the apartment that Qi Cong rented, and pack Qi Cong's luggage by the way.
Shen Jia was a little shy, and said while driving: "Brother Cong, I see that my uncle bought a lot of meat and vegetables and came back. Obviously, he wants to replenish your body. And I also think it's better for you to take care of your body."
"I want to make money early." Qi Cong fastened his seat belt and looked at the busy traffic ahead, "I don't want to be left behind by the times."
Shen Jia glanced at Qi Gong's quiet profile, and his mouth moved, but he didn't stop it after all.
When we arrived at the apartment, it was already completely dark. It was dinner time. The elevator was crowded with residents who came back from dinner or went downstairs to get takeout. Shen Jia squeezed her hat nervously and huddled behind Qi Cong, for fear of being recognized.
The two of them were working outside the past two days. Shen Jia looked like this when he went to a place with many people. Qi Cong was a little amused and whispered: "You are more suspicious like this."
"Suspicious is also better than being recognized and chased."
The elevator just arrived, and Shen Jia hurriedly walked in with Qi Cong.
The elevator fills up quickly, the doors close, the smell of vegetables fills the air, and no one speaks.
"Hey, did the poster change?"
I don't know who said a word, and everyone in the elevator became agitated. They turned their heads to look at the posters on the right side of the elevator, and then a few of the quiet sardines became excited.
"It's Gu Gu!"
"It's actually replaced with the poster of "Tianwen", who changed it? It's okay."
"Is "Tianwen" going to be released?"
"Yes, the schedule for September 1, I don't know which ghost set it, so I chose such a good day to start school."
The crowd buzzed, and Qi Cong also looked sideways at the elevator poster.
It was a poster with a desolate overall style. In the endless Gobi, a dilapidated earthen house stood alone on the top of the slope. There is a flag flying on the roof, a man with black hair holding a sword and standing at the top of the flagpole, with a long body and a dignified temperament, a black hood covers most of his face, only a little can be seen from the chin to the chin. radian.
Qi Cong's eyes widened slightly.
this chin...
"Brother Cong? Brother Cong? We're here." Shen Jia lightly poked Qi Cong's lower back.
Qi Cong regained his senses, seeing that the elevator door had opened at some point, and everyone else in the elevator looked at him and whispered apologetically, covering Shen Jia to get out of the elevator.
The elevator door closed and continued up.
Shen Jia stood up straight and breathed a sigh of relief: "It's dangerous, a girl just kept staring at me and wanted to rub against me, scaring me to death."
Qi Cong's mind was full of that chin line, so he couldn't help asking, "That poster in the elevator just now..."
"Qi Cong!"
The sudden male voice interrupted Qi Cong's words, and he turned his head to look where the voice came from.
A tall man with handsome features and sharp facial features, wearing a black suit on a hot day, stood at the corner of the corridor, his face full of impatience, and he asked, "Why did you change the apartment password!"