Later Wei Qian recalled, that moment - the old bear put him out in public point out the moment of flogging, his heart is really only a question and two choices: in the end with the Xiong Yingjun this goods a clean break good it? Or with him to die with good?
But he soon did not have time to think about such a philosophical problem, the old bear to the side of the withdrawal of a step, the chair pulled back: "If you agree, then you sit over, now, I do not participate in any decision-making, you say, the last is dead or alive, the responsibility I share, if you do not agree, we continue to press the program one, I'm waiting to collect the body. "
Wei Qian, who had been "yellow robed", looked at him, and his eyes transformed from a thousand words into one sentence: Why don't you just go and die?
The old bear's gaze fell on Wei Qian, and then avoided Wei Qian's gaze.
This is the end of all review and repentance.
He knew it was a disgraceful thing to do, and the old bear squeezed the nametag on the conference table in his hand, but in his heart he knew as plainly as a mirror that this was as dignified an exit as he could manage.
He could see clearly that Wei Qian's eyes were flustered in that moment when he was suddenly named.
Stunned, disbelief and bewilderment flashed alternately, finally settling on a return of anger.
But the old bear knew that he would come along.
Wei Qian is such a person who does not see the coffin, has nothing to do with his age and experience, he has gotten used to the days when there is nowhere to run behind, even if the world ends one day and all the people are scattered, he must be the one who reacts the slowest.
Only such a person can bear the backbone of a company, or even an enterprise.
A few moments later, Wei Qian did as he expected, bowed his head and straightened his clothes, stood up and walked over.
The old bear handed him the name tag, Wei Qian hesitated for a moment, took it, the chairman's secretary is well trained, before he had time to react to how this is the case, he first moved nimbly to change a cup of water in front of Wei Qian.
The glass of water was placed on the table for a long time, and the surface of the water was still trembling, I wonder if it was because the hand of the girl who served the water was shivering all the time.
Wooden chairs become cold when no one sits on them for a while, and Wei Qian felt those wild winds and waves that swooped straight at the helmsman from this coldness, which made him feel breathless.
Most of the people here, except for a few youngsters who had just joined the workforce not long ago, were older than him, and they were all looking at him without saying a word. In this world, everyone would pick on other people's thorns, and even in the most detailed places, someone could find all sorts of reasons to look like they had the insight to point out one or two things.
But most people who actually sit in that position are also overwhelmed by this extreme, exposed to risk trepidation.
It may seem amazing to say so, anyway, at that time, just at the moment Wei Qian sat on the old bear's chair, his heart was originally like others, many grievances against the old bear have dissipated.
"Why didn't I stop him?" Wei Qian asked himself, "Was it out of sympathy for Chen Lu?"
No one will allow the old bear with hundreds of millions of dollars to play a sentimental hit, they ended up all the way to silence, the most fundamental reason, including himself, no one in the very beginning of the decision-making time to see the project's risk points. No one predicted that the small piece of hillside, within a few months will be divided into a surplus of villa market, no one in the flowery project proposal to see that it does not have an accurate and real customer groups.
The market is fickle, all the wind and sunshine at the end of the day may be a hideous face, the Titanic have hit the iceberg, every day, there are countless ships of all sizes in which the silent demise of the sinking.
And such perils are not so easily felt by ordinary employees or even management, because they are all in the eyes of those at the helm.
Now, it's in his eyes.
Wei Qian didn't make any inaugural speech, he just picked up the water cup and took a sip, moistened his throat, and said briefly, "Without mentioning anything else, please ask Mr. Xiong to talk about the sales situation of the project department, and then the budget department and the investment department will announce the funding shortfall, after listening to this, those who want to leave can adjourn the meeting in advance, and go back to submit their resignation applications to the personnel department in a timely manner, and those who want to hold on to the position will stay behind, and we'll discuss the focus of the next phase of work - Old Xiong, let's start with you."
But the truth is, although he said so, but not a single person early exit, the job is not easy to find, as long as they can still open the payroll day, the employees will not voluntarily resign, as for the managers ...... in the first place if there is a
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Maybe they wouldn't have gotten this far if they had had the determination and insight to "bow out early".
The longest meeting was over, and Wei Qian and Old Bear were the last ones left.
Wei Qian stood up and stood in front of the old bear, who closed his eyes.
"What are you doing with your eyes closed?" Wei Qian said without a trace of humor, "You don't think I have the stomach to kiss you even if you look like this bear, do you?"
Old Bear whispered, "I thought you were going to hit me."
Wei Qian swept a glance around, "Here? That can't be, I'll at least wait until I get off work, wait for you to walk to a place where no one is around, and put a sack on you first before I fight."
The old bear let out a low laugh, "What a rascal."
He then leaned heavily against the back of his chair and threw his head back, gazing at the ceiling overhead.
It was only after a while that the old bear said as if he were raving, "I sometimes wonder what I'm still doing here. Shouldn't I be taking Chen Lu far away, traveling the world, or waiting quietly with her for the last moment?"
Wei Qian silently sat down next to the old bear, in front of the conference room that was empty except for them, and the long, translucent and cold stone-faced table, with its own light and strange shadows reflected on the surface, looked as if it were the opening of some kind of mystical fable.
"But I know full well that at this point, seeing one side is less than the other, yet I still don't want to see her more. I can dream in the middle of the night that I died for her, and I wake up but I don't dare to look sideways at her face, do you think I'm sick?" Old Bear had green stubble showing on his chin, as if he hadn't slept in 10,000 years looked up at Wei Qian, a kind of ashen, silent frankness showing in his gaze, he said, "Qian'er, you still let me go over to the C City project, any need for me to run an errand, standby at any time."
Wei Qian didn't know what he should say, he hadn't even been in a relationship, how did he know what was going on with people's couples again?
"Fine, whatever." Wei Qian finished, stood up and walked away.
Maybe one day Chen Lu will die and Old Bear will be relieved.
But when that day comes, will the old bear still be an old bear?
The years will congeal sand shimmers into stone; what will congeal the earliest, greenest love?
Wei Qian suddenly regretted a bit about being angry at Wei Zhiyuan that day.
Wei Qian borrowed the bathroom sink to wash his face, with the fastest speed to the regret and doubt all thrown aside, he knew that his priority is to have two things to do: how to stabilize his creditors, how to make the negotiation of the extension of the problem, as well as how to go to make up for the funding gap, C city project is to find a way to revitalize, or find a way to retreat.
How that time was spent, Wei Qian never wanted to look back.
Once upon a time when he had nothing, he was at home counting on his fingers with Mrs. Song for a hundred and eighty dollars, feeling mostly the pressure of survival, his responsibility was a family, to make himself better off, so that when his sister came to ask for pocket money, she didn't come up with some temporary excuse to hide out because she didn't have any.
Now, he was considered the proletariat of the city, and no one would ever consider him a poor man again. Even though these days when you go out and a billboard falls and kills three people, two of them are some kind of total, no one would deny that he did mix it up.
And the pressure he's under has gone from a family to dozens, if not hundreds, of people up and down the company's paychecks for the next month and hundreds of millions of dollars in debt.
Three fat secretly told him: "humble, I do not hide, I really can not sleep, every night to get up in the house blindly sneaking, my parents at first thought I was hysterical it, they both almost sent me to the mental hospital. My father said let me quit and don't do it, two years ago, I bought a small store is still rented to others, take back to open a hot pot store by yourself, can only mix a subsistence first mix a subsistence, subsistence is also quite good."
Three fat said the truth, he is now all day sad face, even and the beloved goddess to talk about love without spirit ...... even forgot to remind Wei Qian, about their family Xiao Yuan that all the way to the wolf dog looking at the bone like covetous eyes of the thing.
Wei Qian commented on him, "Look at this bit of talent you have."
Three Fatty glared, "Could you have slept? Why don't I believe it?"
Wei Qian gave him a sidelong glance, "Do I look like I can't sleep to you?"
Three fat look, his spirit is really good, not to say glowing it, at least the head and face are clean, the face is not ugly, there is no blood in the eyes, there is no black circles, speak with clear thinking, even the donkey's temper and the coffin face are playing normal, there are no abnormalities.
The three fat people were then convinced, thinking that there really was a difference between people.
Previously Wei Qian examined the key high school, he also felt that this kid hard work love of learning, now three fat found that the gap between him and Wei Qian is really like a rift valley, not to mention other things, on his old man this psychological quality, live can catch up with the year the loss of power and humiliation of the country is also eaten and slept with Empress Dowager Cixi, simply no cure.
Empress Dowager Cixi has been in ancient times for many years, the spiritual world of that traitorous old woman has long been unverifiable, Wei Qian does not know how she is, but he knows that his spiritual world is always shaky and on the verge of collapse.
"Sleeping" is simply his bragging to fool ...... not, properly packaged to stabilize the military.
That year Wei Qian began to insomnia, before this, he never thought that this kind of problem will fall on himself, he used to prejudice that are those who have the money and leisure masters, only will be nothing to cover a chest insomnia and so on.
For the first twenty years or so, he had indeed been able to fall asleep whenever he wanted, and now, he finally dared not stand still.
I don't know whether he is considered physiological or psychosomatic, Wei Qian at the beginning is often busy until the latter part of the night, life is not regular, after one or two o'clock is not very sleepy, about to break the dawn can only squint for a while, over time, he realized that he can't sleep even if he lies down on time.
To make himself look less like a dead dog, Weiqian started taking sleeping pills in small amounts.
This matter had been a secret until it was discovered by Wei Zhiyuan.
That day Wei Qian went out to meet a consulting company, came back quite early, Wei Zhiyuan recently have been with their own team to do the final debugging of the program, every day to get very late, go home to see Wei Qian's shoes in, bedroom door closed, thought he slept.
Because the next day basically nothing to do, at this time and in the winter holidays do not have to attend classes, Wei Zhiyuan did not very anxious to rest, he simply wash up, then sat down and began to study the next step of the plan and the general idea.
Near one or two o'clock, Wei Zhiyuan suddenly heard a sound in the living room, he did not care at first, and then felt that something was not right up - it seemed to be the movement of rummaging for something.
Wei Qian's sleeping pills finished, he was busy and forgot, did not think to get up to buy, to the middle of the night as always can not sleep, after a painful roll in bed for a while, he blessed to the heart came up with a bad idea - a lot of cold medicines have sleeping ingredients, he decided to make up a temporary day, with cold medicine instead of sleeping pills.
It is a medicine that is three times poisonous, Wei Qian knows it in his heart, and he also knows that eating too much of this stuff without being sick will harm the organs and brain nerves.
But the pain of insomnia put aside, this is not intolerable, but Wei Qian the next day to negotiate the debt extension problem, there is a hard battle to be fought, how can this time can not sleep?
The more Wei Qian thought the more anxious, the more anxious the more sleepless, to the end, he almost felt that even if the rat poison can make him lie down and sleep for a night, he can also dry a bowl without changing his face.
Wei Zhiyuan observed him for a while and asked curiously, "Have you caught a cold?"
In his impression, Wei Qian's physique did not belong to the kind that was prone to catching colds - if he was going to be sick, it would be a major illness, and he was usually fine.
Wei Qian was startled, the cold medicine in his hand "snapped" fell back to the drawer, he looked back at Wei Zhiyuan, resentful thought, this kid grew up after the weasel like walking silently skills have not regressed.
Wei Qian didn't bother to explain to him and just stalled, "Oh, a little."
Wei Zhiyuan does not believe, Wei Qian speak and no abnormal nasal voice, does not look like fever, and to his brother's temperament, a little small disasters and small illnesses not to mention the initiative to take medication, he may not even notice.
"A little? You're just looking for cold medicine in the middle of the night?" Wei Zhiyuan walked over, frowning as he suspiciously surveyed the medicine he'd taken, scanning through the effects and side effects with a single glance, and suddenly raised his head to ask, "Brother, you're not having trouble sleeping, are you?"
Wei Qian expressionlessly cursed in his heart, "How come this son of a bitch can even see this?"
At the same time, he calmly and incomparably stretched out his hand at Wei Zhiyuan, still saying perfunctorily in his nonchalant tone, "Well, a little bit--give it to me, and you take an early rest as well."
Wei Zhiyuan shrunk his hand, "You can't take cold medicine like that."
Wei Qian: "It's okay, not often."
Wei Zhiyuan looked at him incredulously, "You still want to often? You ...... alas, you wait."
He rummaged through a bag of milk from the refrigerator, poured it into a very small saucepan, put it on the fire to boil, and added a spoonful of sugar to it.
This thing is full after drinking it doesn't work, Wei Qian has long tried it, but he didn't reject Wei Zhiyuan's good intentions, he just said next to him, "Just put it in the microwave and turn it around, no?"
"That's different." Wei Zhiyuan said.
How is hot not hot? Wei Qian didn't think of it, but it seemed to taste a little different, he guessed it might be because of Wei Zhiyuan's extra spoonful of sugar.
After drinking he went back to the house, intending to wait for this little cub to fall asleep and then come out to seek a round. Who knows just lay down, Wei Zhiyuan but holding the quilt followed in, Wei Qian twisted open the bedside lamp, silently watched Wei Zhiyuan threw the quilt on his own bed, interspersed with a certain heavy object - peeled open to see, it is a rolled up in the quilt of a particularly thick notebook.
Wei Qian: "What are you doing?"
Wei Zhiyuan squeezed into his bed, "Watch you sleep."
Wei Qian felt that although he was unable to sleep, he couldn't be said to be particularly awake, if he had to describe it, it would be that his entire nerves were in a state of numbness between sleep and wakefulness, he woodenly attempted to ponder how this was going to be, and after a few moments gave up and asked his baby brother, "Are you planning to knock me out with this?"
Wei Zhiyuan said, "I have a new idea that I can tell you about, with very boring algorithms in between, let's see if I can put you to sleep."
Before he could finish his sentence, Wei Qian had already pushed back the covers and sat up.
"Uh, well, come on, get me a pen."
"...... "Wei Zhiyuan paused and said helplessly, "It's just to give you a sleep aid, brother, don't always be so serious and earnest, okay?"
Wei Qian pressed his somewhat sore temples with one hand and said with a bitter smile, "If this can also put me to sleep, then don't I have to sleep several times a day in meetings?"
Wei Zhiyuan thought for a moment, then suddenly tossed his laptop aside and laughed.
Wei Qian was surprised to find that Wei Zhiyuan's eyes usually didn't look curved at all, but when he smiled, they were authentic smiling eyes, with both ends slightly curved, like a pair of beautiful crescent moons.
"I see." After Wei Zhiyuan finished speaking, he screwed the bedside lamp to its dimmest level, leaving everything under the lamp only a shadowed outline, then he pulled back the curtains and pushed open the window, and a large strand of chilly air immediately surged in towards the warm interior.
Wei Qian immediately got under the quilt, "Why the hell did you open the window? It woke me up completely, Mr. Xiao Yuan, can you please move to your own room and stop wreaking havoc on me here?"
Wei Zhiyuan: "Look, it's snowing."
It's hard to see what's out there when there's always ice or white mist condensing on the windows in the cold.
As soon as Wei Zhiyuan said, Wei Qian saw the goose feather snow in the sky, and a few pieces even drifted into the house with the cold wind, and melted in the twinkling of an eye.
Wei Zhiyuan reclosed the window, but left the curtains open a crack.
He wiped the whiteness from the small patch of glass so that those in the house could see the snow that was thickening on the windowsill outside.
Then he cleaned up all the materials on Wei Qian's desk and threw them under the table, pulled one of Wei Qian's graduation photos thrown in the corner and placed it right in the middle, and sat back on the bed, pulling the pillows and covers up and patting them fluffy and pulling them up to Wei Qian's chin.
Wei Qian couldn't help but smile, "You're quite good at taking care of people."
Wei Zhiyuan said, "When you're old, I'll still take care of you like this."
Wei Qian failed to hear his metaphor of "growing old together": "When I'm old, will you be young? You are not my son."
This time, Wei Zhiyuan didn't answer, he rustled around and lay down beside Wei Qian, raised his hand to turn off the lamp, leaned over and gently whispered in Wei Qian's ear, "Sleep, when the weather is good, the quilt will need to be tanned."
Wei Qian's ears were very sensitive and couldn't help but try to avoid it, but Wei Zhiyuan released it at the touch of a button, and in the darkness, he could only see the light in his eyes.
Curved smiling eyes, Wei Qian's mind suddenly flashed so a picture, and then Wei Zhiyuan's words in his ear seemed to generate some kind of magic spell, he was in a trance, he felt a freshly tanned, sunshine fragrance in the fluffy quilt that was patted.
People lying on the bed, raised his gaze just through the gap in the curtains left by Wei Zhiyuan to see the small piece of cleaned window, and then through the window to see the snow in the sky, wrapped in the body of the quilt then appeared to be extraordinarily warm.
The temperature difference between indoor and outdoor so that the clear glass is soon tinted with hazy white frost again, the icy sky and snow are little by little isolated from the window, and soon can not see, the party drank the sweet milk from the stomach to the limbs of the dense, played a subtle role in tranquilizing the mind.
The milk that comes out of the heat on a low flame is really different from the one that comes out of a hasty turn in the microwave.
The person beside him if anything let out an extremely comfortable sigh of relief, and in a haze it seemed that someone had hugged him, but this did not touch Wei Qian's weakened and sensitive nerves, and he fell asleep.
Regarding what he had encountered outside, Wei Zhiyuan hadn't heard him reveal a single word about it; he was certainly concerned, but restrained himself, not mentioning a word or asking a single question at this time and on this occasion-because Wei Qian's anxiety wouldn't be diminished by a single point by confiding in him.
Wei Zhiyuan just very skillfully matched the sense of sight, hearing, touch, taste and even the illusion that could be implied to make up a "home" for him.
It is not a house, not even a home in the social or ethical sense, not a home that needs to be "home".
It's the eyes that are cut off from the cold wind.
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Where it is bitterly cold and torrential rain pours down.
It is the landing place for the travelers who have been traveling in the wind and rain as if they were returning home.
A good night's sleep.
The next day, when Wei Qian was awakened by his alarm that had been a fixture for a long time, the sky was already bright.
The sound of Old Mrs. Song shuffling and practicing walking came from the living room, Wei Zhiyuan went out early to look up information, and Xiao Bao went to class.
Wei Qian hurriedly got up and washed up, in the dining room there was baked bread and fried yellowed poached eggs, and the bottle of sleeping pills he put on the table the first night was taken away and thrown away by Wei Zhiyuan.
Since then, Wei Qian never bought sleeping pills and never needed them again.