"Cult?" The next morning, Zhai Chen was sitting in Gao Yusheng's restaurant, eating soft, waxy and fragrant preserved egg and lean meat porridge, and decided to temporarily forgive Mr. Gao for deliberately betraying him last night.
"En." Gao Yusheng cut the fried dough sticks that Zhai Chen bought into small pieces and placed them on the table neatly. He took a few more dishes from the refrigerator, and poured Zhai Chen a glass of ice mint water.
"What can't you say on WeChat? You just want me to buy you fritters in the morning, right?" Zhai Chen picked up a piece of fritters and dipped it in the imported aioli from the small plate, his eyes lit up. The dipping sauces eaten by the rich are really different. They ate the big fried dough sticks that cost two yuan a piece and tasted like fried seafood!
"When your life is threatened, you can't be overly cautious." Mr. Gao took a sip of mint water in a slow manner, but he didn't deny the purpose of letting the bodyguards buy fritters.
Zhai Chen laughed angrily, forked a piece of pickled cucumber and chewed it: "Then what are you going to do?"
"I'm going to meet Yuan Xiaoai." Gao Yusheng opened the tablet, swiped twice, and pushed it to Zhai Chen. It was an email mixed in Chinese and English, with many pictures. I don't know which corners I pulled out of old materials, some of which look like scanned copies of paper newspapers, all about that pattern.
"What are you doing to see her?" Zhai Chen shook his head in disapproval. Reasonable people can still negotiate, but low-minded and paranoid cultists are unreasonable. Besides, Yuan Xiaoai has mental problems.
"Her ongoing harassment has negatively impacted my company image and I am going to send her a lawyer's letter."
"Pfft—" Zhai Chen spat out a mouthful of mint water, coughed twice and glared at Gao Yusheng with a serious face, "I see, you can also send a letter to Baixing Cult along the way, warning them not to send you small advertisements. ."
Gao Yusheng stared back innocently, and after a while, his eyes were suddenly bent, and he pursed his lips and smiled softly: "You actually heard that this was a joke."
"There is no one in this world who knows more about wit than your brother Chen." Zhai Chen put a piece of sauce beef in his mouth and started to talk nonsense. Looking at the high child, he looked like he had never seen the world, and suspected that this unfortunate child usually talked about No one laughs at the jokes, it's pathetic to think so.
After dinner, the two were in the living room to study the information about the worship of the stars, and Zhai Chen turned on the TV to show the morning news because it was too quiet.
[The 27-year-old female white-collar worker jumped off the building and died, suspected of being too stressed at work. The living conditions of modern urban white-collar workers have been widely concerned. According to the survey…]
This is the city's news channel, and the anchor clearly and objectively expounds this fact. Although the focus is on analyzing the data on the overtime status of white-collar workers, the background picture is a scene of a troublemaker crying at the door of the Punctuation Company while holding a photo of Li Ting's leftover. Faces and company logos are all mosaic, but it doesn't help. This kind of picture can easily be taken out of the address on the Internet.
"Looks like I have to send a lawyer's letter to the TV station first," Gao Yusheng took a photo and sent an email to the company's legal department, "You spare time on Monday to accompany me to work, I want to see Yuan Xiaoai and Li Ting's parents. ."
"Okay, I'll pick you up tomorrow morning," Zhai Chen stood up and stretched, "you're busy, I'll go first if I have nothing to do."
Gao Yusheng raised his head and looked at Zhai Chen without saying a word, as if he didn't expect him to leave.
"Is there anything else?" The magnanimous Zhai Chen was inexplicably guilty of this little look, and he seriously recalled that he didn't promise to work overtime today, right
"No." Gao Yusheng lowered his eyes.
Zhai Chen felt that the drooping head looked hairy, and he wanted to touch it with his hand. Just as he stretched out his paw, the phone in his pocket suddenly rang: "Hey, Harrier."
Harrier is the brawny looking like a criminal in "Seal Special Housekeeping". He usually works in an auto repair shop and works part-time as a bodyguard. It is said that he used to be in the rivers and lakes and rarely mentioned his real name to anyone. Everyone called him Harrier.
The man on the other end of the phone hesitated for a moment, and then he said in a loud voice, "Brother Chen, can you lend me 5,000 yuan first, and I will pay you back next week when I receive the job."
"Sure, I'll hit you card?" Tired from standing for a long time, Zhai Chen sat back on the sofa and habitually put his foot on the coffee table, realizing that it was someone else's house and hurriedly put it down. Fortunately, I changed my shoes when I entered the house. The soft slippers with plaid pattern did not cause any damage to the expensive furniture.
"Don't punch in," Harrier sighed as if he was in trouble, "Give me the cash, I'll find you."
"No, I just happened to pass by your store in a while, and I'll send it to you." Zhai Chen didn't ask much, he agreed quickly and hung up the phone, only to find that his split leg had spontaneously and consciously crooked to the side of Mr. Gao's leg, and his knee Knee. Thinking it was funny, he bumped him with his knee, "I'm leaving, try not to go out. If you have to go out, remember to call me. Don't open the door if anyone knocks, you know?"
Gao Yusheng glanced at him sideways, does this person think he is a three-year-old child
Seeing him like this, Zhai Chen couldn't help teasing him more and more: "Really, have you heard that story?"
"what?"
"The little rabbit is at home alone, and the big bad wolf knocks on the door, the little rabbit opens the door obediently..."
"I understand why you can only be a part-time bodyguard." Gao Yusheng turned off the TV, put one hand on the back of the sofa, and stared blankly at the chattering Zhai Chen. Probably no employer can endure such a loud and rude bodyguard for long.
"Hey, this is a personal attack." Zhai Chen smirked and jumped up, grabbed his bag and threw it on his shoulders, and quickly slipped away before the employer opened his mouth to deduct his salary.
The door that closed automatically made a "click" sound, and the whole room fell into silence in an instant. Gao Yusheng sat in the same posture for a few seconds before slowly retracting his arms.
Zhai Chen took the money and rode an electric donkey to the car repair shop.
Harrier was still wearing the work clothes full of engine oil. The weather was hot, and only a work-type vest was hung on his upper body. The knotted muscles on his arms shone brightly in the sun. Seeing Zhai Chen coming, he immediately put down his tools and wiped his hands on the dark towel casually: "Brother Chen."
"I'm busy," Zhai Chen took out the money from his pocket and handed it to him, and asked in a low voice, "What happened?"
Harrier put the money into a frayed waist bag, zipped up the zipper and pressed it: "It's okay, my mother's medicine is finished, it's time to buy medicine."
Zhai Chen knew about the purchase of medicines. Yaozi had a rare disease and had to take imported medicines to maintain it. That medicine cannot be reimbursed by medical insurance, and it costs thousands of dollars every month.
"Didn't you just pick up a big job this week?" Zhai Chen frowned, not intending to let him go, and his tone became severe, "What's going on?"
Last week, Yaozi took a job helping Xiaoxianrou drive out illegitimate meals, 9,000 yuan for three days.
That little male star had just become famous and had few resources, but he first attracted a group of terrifying illegitimate people who followed, followed cars, and ran into the shooting scene. This thing can't be dissuaded by regular bodyguards, so it has to use the unofficial seal special housekeeping. Harrier was polite, restrained, and conscientiously driving him away for three days, but it was fruitless. He couldn't bear to show his fierce appearance as a big brother in society. The scalper was frightened by the phrase, "If you dare to follow again, you will take off your legs." He didn't dare to bring illegitimate noodles for several days. Xiao Xianrou was very happy and gave him an extra 3,000 yuan.
More than 10,000 is enough to buy medicine.
"My mother... I don't know what lectures I listened to, and she took all the money in the card." Harrier was a little embarrassed.
Zhai Chen was afraid that Yazi would meet those old social brothers. He was relieved to hear that the old lady was cheated of money: "Hey, what should I do?"
"It doesn't matter if she bought any health care products. The problem is that she didn't buy anything, and she didn't say anything when she asked. I'm afraid she believed in some kind of religion." He didn't know what abnormality he saw from his mother, and his face was full of is worry.
Religion... Zhai Chen, who had just read the cult material from Mr. Gao for a long time, was very sensitive to these two words, and put his hand on Yazi's shoulder: "Come on, I'll go home with you and ask Aunt Xiong what the lecture is about. , and see if I can find the liar to get it back."
Harrier's mother, surnamed Xiong, is an uneducated old lady. She cooks very deliciously, but she always causes trouble. If you go out for a square dance, you can pinch with the old lady. Later, when he got sick and couldn't move, he became a demon at home. Harrier originally had a girlfriend, but the old lady lost it.
"You don't bring Mengmeng today?" Hearing that Zhai Chen was going home with him, Yaozi was very happy, and changed his work clothes after telling the boss. Aunt Xiong, who can't get along with anyone, unexpectedly likes Zhai Chen very much, but she always listens to what Zhai Chen says.
"The neighbor's auntie help to watch," Zhai Chen followed the Harrier home with a smile, and shouted when he entered the door, "I'm here, Auntie Xiong, make me something delicious!"
The self-built house of the Harrier's family is a two-story building in the urban village. Mrs. Xiong was busy in the kitchen when she heard the sound sticking out half of her head, and the three deep wrinkles between her brows stretched out when she saw Zhai Chen.
"Aunt Xiong's craftsmanship is really unique." Zhai Chen ate the sweet and sour pork ribs, and asked the old lady what she believed in. Talk about a sentence in the east and west, and ask it out in a while.
"It's not a teaching, it's a celestial research society!" The old lady shook her head firmly, saying that it was a research on astrophysics and astrology, a scientific research, not a sect, "It's amazing, there is a time machine, just say your name, You can know the past and present.”
"Is it so miraculous?" Zhai Chen seriously agreed with his bones in his mouth.
When Aunt Xiong saw that he had listened, she was in high spirits. She got up and took a book to Zhai Chen to read: "Look, it's clearly explained above."
Zhai Chen took it over and flipped through it. The shoddy and illegal printed materials, the thin straw pulp paper with decent articles and pictures, were hard to read. However, on the back cover of the last page, there is a coin-sized pattern - an eye in the middle of the concentric constellation logo.
worship star!
Zhai Chen pretended to study seriously, and went over to discuss with Mrs. Xiong: "What are you doing listening to this astrophysics? It can't cure diseases."
"Who says it can't be done? The teacher said that as long as you follow the practice, pray sincerely, and when you wash your muscles and cut your marrow, you will be able to cure the old problems for many years!"
The amount of information in this sentence is too large, and Zhai Chen didn't know which immortal this is both cultivation and prayer. Can the problem of the bottle alive be cured?"
Madam Xiong poked the small book with one finger, and said solemnly, "It definitely can."
"Then, when are you going to the class and take me with you?"
The author has something to say: Small Theater:
"Life is always missing something"
Mr. Gao: It's too quiet in this room, it seems like something is missing
Chenchen: short me
Harrier: This is not at ease, it seems that there is something missing
Chenchen: Weak money
Aunt Xiong: This mind is empty, it seems to be missing something
Chenchen: lack of root string