"How do you have my phone number?" Li Ting didn't even know this number.
"You said it yourself." Gao Yusheng over there seemed to smile.
Only then did Zhai Chen remember the Oolong taxi incident. He sat up and scratched his head, secretly saying that this person has a really good memory, and he even remembered it after reporting it quickly.
The president said that he had a business to discuss and asked him to have a meal with him. Zhai Chen didn't think that he, a poor amateur bodyguard, had any ability to do business with Gao Fushuai, most of whom wanted to hire him as a bodyguard. Li Ting's list is about to end, and it's time to start facing the northwest to drink the cool breeze. It's better to book the next one in advance.
He agreed without hesitation. Gao Yusheng asked him what he wanted to eat. Brother Chen, who had not eaten breakfast, touched his stomach and decided to eat hot pot.
"Mengmeng, go out with me." Dressed neatly, and throwing the black backpack on his shoulders, Zhai Chen pushed open the door of Aunt Zhu's house opposite, and called his nephew who was watching TV with Aunt Zhu's grandson to come out. As a criminal police officer, Fang Chuyang usually has no holidays and has to work overtime to investigate cases on weekends.
"Chenchen, where are you going?" There was another middle-aged woman in Aunt Zhu's house. The two were chatting while hooking up their woolen hats, and greeted Zhai Chen warmly.
"Go out to meet a friend." Zhai Chen smiled and said to Aunt Zhu, then turned to wave at his nephew.
"Uncle... I haven't finished watching the cartoon yet." Mengmeng stared at the TV screen reluctantly. There are many foreign cartoons on the Internet TV in Aunt Zhu's house, so I can't watch enough. The gray-blue Tom cat was chasing Jerry Mouse wildly, chasing after the end of the clothesline, only to realize that he had stepped on the empty, and fell down with a sluggish look accompanied by a funny symphony. The two children looked at him with crooked smiles, and the one surnamed Zhai had forgotten his uncle standing at the door.
"Let Mengmeng play with Lele, just eat at my house at noon. It's rare to have a weekend, and you have a free day." Aunt Zhu waved her hand, saying that she would take care of the children and let Zhai Chen do it herself. The people living in this family's courtyard are all from the Municipal Public Security Bureau. The old neighbors of more than ten years know each other very well. When Zhai Chen was in school, he often ate at Aunt Zhu's house.
Zhai Chen hesitated.
"It's okay, I know Mengmeng's physical condition. If I don't take them out, I'll just play at home. I'll call you right away if I have anything." Aunt Zhu patted her chest to make sure the ticket, and the woman next to her stared at Zhai Chen curiously.
"Come on, uncle, it's alright." Zhai Mengmeng's eyes were still glued to the screen, and she waved her short hands insincerely.
"Then I'll trouble you." Zhai Chen bared his teeth at the unconscionable little one, thanked Aunt Zhu and carried the folded electric donkey downstairs.
"Go on, what's going on with their family?" After holding back for a long time, the middle-aged woman finally couldn't help but ask. Before Zhai Chen came just now, Aunt Zhu had gonessip about the situation of the opposite door, mainly because she wanted the old sister to introduce someone to Fang Chuyang. Before he finished speaking, Zhai Chen came in, and halfway through listening to the story, he saw the master, but he didn't dare to express the meaning of "I just heard of you", and almost suffocated the audience to death.
"Hey, the child was left by his sister, and the mother died when she was born," Aunt Zhu lowered her voice, afraid that Zhai Mengmeng in the next room would hear, "Fang Chuyang was adopted, he is as old as Zhai Chen, he seems to be Zhai Mengmeng. Chen is the son of a friend of his father, Zhai Jianguo. Zhai Jianguo really didn't say it, it's so good, he took himself in to save someone who jumped into a river and committed suicide the year before last..."
"Oh, oh," the old sisters sighed, "how can these two boys take care of the children?"
"Isn't it? I'm worried when I look at it. This child is not in good health. It's really hard for these two brothers to watch them all the time."
Zhai Chen, the poor little cabbage in the rumors from the neighbors, is riding a small electric donkey to the hot pot appointment of the overbearing president. Gao Yusheng booked a very remote hot pot restaurant, in a small alley full of literature and art. The winged luxury cars in this hutong obviously couldn't get in, and they parked aggrievedly in the open-air parking lot outside the hutong.
Zhai Chen folded the little electric donkey and carried it in to prevent it from being stolen.
The decoration of this hot pot restaurant is exquisite and elegant. At first glance, it is thought to be a western restaurant. Gao Yusheng wore a starry blue shirt and sat by the window, drinking lemon and mint water one after another. Mr. Gao is young and promising, but he is not at all frivolous as a young entrepreneur should have. The only accessory on his body is a watch on his left hand. Of course, there is no vitality. From a distance, the ancient well has no waves, like a fixed-frame ink painting, full of Zen.
"I'm sorry, the electric car runs slowly." Zhai Chen leaned the tram, which was folded up and couldn't be seen as it was, against the front desk and sat down opposite Mr. Gao.
"I just arrived." Gao Yusheng handed him the menu and asked him to order.
"Look at it, I'm not picky eaters." Zhai Chen picked up the lemon mint water on the table and drank it. The weather was getting hotter and hotter. Riding a tram at noon seemed to put the meat back and forth in the oven, and it would be cooked after a while. .
Gao Yusheng watched him calmly for a moment, then raised his hand and beckoned the waiter to order. Each person has an exquisite carved small pot, four servings of fat beef and other meat dishes, and very few green vegetables. The beef here is served in a one-meter-long ice tray, which is quite cool.
"I thought none of your wealthy presidents would eat hot pot." Zhai Chen was very satisfied with the table full of meat, and rudely picked up a chopstick of beef to make fun.
"I'm not a wealthy family, just a young man who has just started his own business." Gao Yusheng was not in a hurry to express his purpose, but only talked to Zhai Chen in ordinary words to get closer to each other. This is a habit in the business field. Don't talk about business before meals. After all, it is difficult to persuade a hungry person. It is easy to talk after drinking and eating.
The only intersection between the two now is Li Ting, so they started chatting with the employer lady.
Everyone in the company knows that Li Ting was entangled by her ex-boyfriend. When they just broke up, Wang Jinghang came to the company and knelt outside the glass door to beg for forgiveness. Li Ting was embarrassed and took him out, only to be dragged into a taxi by him. Later, the company called the security guard, and he was not allowed to enter the building, so he went to the parking lot to block people.
"I haven't asked, what did you do after we left that day?" Wang Jinghang didn't show up for the past few days, Zhai Chen felt that he was right, this kind of bastard would be fine.
"As you expected, the caudal vertebra is fractured." Gao Yusheng may have been hot, and rolled up his shirt sleeves above his elbows, revealing his smooth muscles. Between the age of a teenager and a mature man, it is reasonable to say that the muscles should be thin, but this Xiao Gao is already quite interesting, and he thinks that he exercises regularly.
It turned out to be bedridden, and I thought this kid was really cowardly. Zhai Chen regretted that he had hit too hard, so he should hit lightly so that he could still walk, so that he could hit a few more meals while he was on duty, and he would be convinced in a week.
"How much money do you have a day?" Gao Yusheng put down his chopsticks, but the wet towel handed over by the waiter wiped his hands.
"It depends on the situation. It depends on what service you want, whether it is daytime, nighttime or 24-hour."
The waiter who handed Zhai Chen the towel shook his hand and almost threw the towel into the pot, but Zhai Chen quickly caught it.
"I asked your company, you only take jobs within 8 hours during the day, the average price is 4,000, and the monthly subscription is 30,000. But usually you don't take monthly jobs, only short-term jobs." He waved his hand to let the waiter leave, and Gao Yusheng took out a card , pushed it in front of Zhai Chen, "I'll give you 50,000 yuan a month, and I want to serve you nine hours a day."
Zhai Chen didn't take the card, he squeezed the towel he wiped his hands in his hand, and folded it into a small mouse: "For such a high price, you can go to a regular bodyguard company to hire a retired special forces soldier, why bother with me."
"Someone wants to kill me," Gao Yusheng said in a low voice without changing his face, "Ordinary bodyguards can't handle it."
Zhai Chen put the folded mouse on the card and sneered: "The bodyguards in the first class can't handle it, and the amateurs in the second class can't handle it."
"Can you," Gao Yusheng was attracted by the little cloth mouse, and his distraction made him glance at the black backpack on the chair subconsciously, "You know what I'm talking about."
"Hey..." Zhai Chen gasped in a breathless breath, and the alarm bell rang in his head instantly. Looking up at Mr. Gao's eyes, the previously gentle and harmless eyes were suddenly full of aggression, with a somewhat imperceptible threat. It seems that not all creatures smaller than himself are cute, Zhai Chen pouted and pushed the card back neatly: "I'm sorry, there is no schedule."
Gao Yusheng raised his hand slowly, and took it back together with the wet towel mouse.
He rejected Mr. Gao's business, and the other party didn't retain him too much. He was kind enough to drive him home to prevent Zhai Chen from being dried into hot pot-flavored bacon. Buying and selling can’t be done with benevolence and righteousness. As expected of an entrepreneur with assets of hundreds of millions at a young age, he does things so thoughtfully that one can’t fault him.
Going out to buy groceries at night, I stopped by the seal special housekeeping and told Lao Zhou that the new list was about to go wrong, and asked him to find a new business for himself with snacks.
"You rejected such a good business!" Fatty Zhou hugged the half watermelon that Zhai Chen bought, and scolded him while eating, "It's better if you don't do it and leave it to the Harriers, it's hard to recognize this kind of big money. The big boss…”
"The big boss gives a lot, but you have to earn it with your life." Thinking of the look in the boy's eyes, he panicked, Zhai Chen pressed his bald head hard, "Eat your watermelon."
In the blink of an eye, on Monday morning, Zhai Chen carried his nephew to pick up Li Ting, bought a breakfast and threw it in the basket. Last week, I found out that the girl was busy with makeup and didn't have time to eat in the morning, so I brought her a meal on the road.
"Uncle, there are a lot of people in the yard." Zhai Mengmeng looked inside curiously, holding on to the handlebars. Caizhuang New Town is a little unusual today. Usually this time is relatively deserted, with only some young people rushing to the bus and subway. There are a lot of people standing now, men and women, young and old, and a police car with its lights flashing parked in front of the door.
The intuition made Zhai Chen groan in his heart, and he accelerated and rushed in on the tram.
"Stop, stop, don't go ahead," the man in police uniform blocked the way of the electric car, turned his head and shouted to the crowd, "Don't look at it, just leave, there's nothing to see!"
Zhai Chen threw off the tram and called Li Ting, but no one answered, frowned and squeezed into the crowd. In front of the building near the wall, a cordon was drawn, and people stretched their necks to look at it, not knowing what they could see standing on the third floor.
Zhai Chen took a quick breath of oxygen, and with a single push, he separated the crowd of turtles turning into a pool, strode to the front, and before he could stand firm, he quickly pressed the child's head into his arms: "Close your eyes and don't look."
On the uneven concrete floor, a broken corpse was lying, and the blood and brains had dried up, like solidified inferior oil paint, spreading all over the ground with the devil's fingers.
A policeman next to him was taking pictures and registering: "The deceased Li Ting, female, 27 years old."