Wei Qian's reaction was very flat, whether it was the photos, Wei Zhiyuan's words or the sudden phone call, he didn't have much of an expression. He raised his hand and pressed it down a bit, signaling Wei Zhiyuan to sit down first, and said to the person on the other end of the phone, "Mr. Wang."
Wang Dongliang first long pout and sigh of emotion: "Hey, you have to come all the way to our hometown, to participate in the construction of our city, I? Hey, mixed not good, but also in the local can have a few people look familiar face, barely a bit of face - have not had time to invite Wei Dong to eat a meal? I do not know this face, Wei Dong appreciate it?"
Wei Qian gently a kind, do not know whether it is ridicule or irony, then his eyes fell to the corner of his own table, his fingers gently tapped, Wei Zhiyuan immediately comprehend the spirit of the cigarette box over, lit a hand to him.
"Mr. Wang is too polite."
Wang Dongliang seemingly brightly laughed: "Where, I have heard of Wei Dong long ago ah, young talent, capable of ...... oops, to say, our brother and sister also have quite a history."
Wei Qian didn't move and flicked the ash of his cigarette, "How do you mean?"
"You also know, your brother Wang I this person, like to make friends, heroes do not ask the source of it, these friends of the three religions and nine streams, where to have, some of them, when they were young may have made some mistakes, ha ha, of course, now the prodigal son back. Now I have such a friend, this year also small sixty la, surnamed Ji, called Ji Xuewen, I do not know if you have the impression."
Wang Dongliang, this big rascal is just so roundabout in his speech, Wei Qian frowned a bit, not able to react to what he was barking at there at first, after a slight moment of hesitation, Wei Qian cautiously picked up his words, "I haven't really heard of what your friend is a holy man."
Wang Dongliang again began his three paper no ass like long speech, a good burst of emotion life is impermanent, interspersed with a few lines of Gu Gu's head but not the butt of the Tang poetry and Song dynasty, sour as if he forgot to put the sugar of the sour plum soup, Wei Qian took this gap foot finished three cigarettes ...... the fourth was Wei Zhiyuan forcefully snatched down and smoked away.
Finally, after running around the globe, Wang Dongliang returned to the main topic.
"Indeed," said the rogue, "also so many years have passed, Wei Dong, and indeed young, the earlier events probably do not remember. By coincidence, this Ji Xuewen happened to be in prison in the year you were born, and your mother is very much in touch ......"
Until then, Wei Qian's face changed for the first time.
Only to hear Wang Dongliang slowly spit out the latter words over there: ''No, how can I say it's a great source? Brother Wang is uneducated, this mouth always has poor words, you don't care ah. Although there is no normal marriage relationship, right, but without him there is no you, how do you say this? That ...... blood is thicker than water or something ......"
Wei Qian suddenly interrupted him, "Is Mr. Wang planning to have a big opening and directly install a father for me? Then this dad is really quite cheap."
Wang Dongliang smiled triumphantly: "Wei how to speak straight with thorns it, how, today little brother did not serve well? Listen to the mood is not good ah - but look at the face, Wei Dong and my friend is not much like, Wei Dong or like the mother's side a little more it, my friend saw your photo, ouch, eyes are straight, said that the eyebrow and eye, is really not bad at all, it is true that the old saying is good, 'born son Shaw mother, born female Xiao father' ah ...... hahahahaha, said more, of course, old brother I am an outsider, your 'own family' thing, I then talk more, it will cause people to hate. Or that is to say, some other day must come, my brother has to treat you well, please eat us point our local most characteristic, there is a 'living restaurant', living people as a dinner plate, all are beautiful and bright eyebrows of the young man, Wei Dong must be good for this mouth, when don't you dare to be polite with me."
As soon as the words "to give birth to a son and a mother" left his mouth, the veins on Wei Qian's forehead popped out, and Wei Zhiyuan clearly felt his breath hitched.
However, Wei Qian didn't show up at Wang Dongliang's place after all.
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Out a little bit of clues to patiently listen to his entire meaningful bullshit, the corner of his mouth gently pulled a little, seemingly smiling, said: "Mr. Wang appetite can be really good, it seems that the brother I have to accompany you to have fun."
The moment he put down the phone, Wei Qian gently let out a breath, it felt like he had been holding it for a while, his breath was a little shaky, his lips looked like they were frozen, green and white, without a trace of blood color.
Wei Zhiyuan called him softly, "Brother ......"
Wei Qian didn't respond, Wei Zhiyuan leaned across the table and probed to pinch his shoulder, "Brother!"
Wei Qian only then seems to be back to God, he raised his head and fixedly looked at Wei Zhiyuan, and then slowly bent down, took out a document from the drawer and handed it to Wei Zhiyuan, said somewhat breathlessly, "This is the investment department drafted, about the cooperation agreement of that game of yours, the people in charge of legal affairs have read it, you take it to go over it first, and if there are any problems, go directly to the manager in charge of communicating with him. "
Wei Zhiyuan froze for a moment and was about to say something, but Wei Qian lowered his eyes, "Go out first, leave me alone for a while."
Wei Zhiyuan frowned, and Wei Qian raised his volume slightly, "Get out."
Wei Zhiyuan could see that he was upset and didn't want to add to his woes at this time, so he silently picked up the drafted contract on the table and turned to walk out, gently taking the door with him.
It was already after work, Wei Qian didn't make a trip out of his office, and the headquarters people were almost gone before Wei Zhiyuan wandered around and knocked on his door, "Brother? It's time to go home?"
There was no movement inside for a while, and Wei Zhiyuan was about to raise his hand to knock on the door again when it opened from the inside.
Wei Qian's face was extremely ugly as he took out the car keys from his pocket and handed them to Wei Zhiyuan, explaining, "You drive."
There would be no more words.
"This afternoon and your department manager talked a lot, quite interesting ...... Hey right, brother, there are still vegetables at home? Buy some on the way in a while, what do you want to eat?"
Wei Zhiyuan tried to start a conversation, yet Wei Qian either simply responded or simply leaned sickly against the car seat without squeaking.
In the end, Wei Zhiyuan also fell silent, and when he entered the neighborhood, he slowed down to about the same speed as a bicycle, slowly drove into the neighborhood driveway, and evened out a hand and wrapped it around the back of Wei Qian's hand - the hand was cold.
Wei Qian just opened his eyes and swept him with a salty glance before closing them again.
He neither protested in movement nor retracted, it seemed to be just some sort of self-indulgent numbness.
Definitely not right, Wei Zhiyuan thought.
It was only when he drove the car to his own garage that Wei Zhiyuan managed to cover his hand with heat, Wei Qian opened his eyes, which had been closed, a slit, as if his microcirculation had just been restored, and he moved his stiff fingers, slowly asking Wei Zhiyuan, "Is it good to touch?"
Wei Zhiyuan disciplined himself as he saw fit and withdrew his claws, "Brother, are you alright?"
Wei Qian: "Uh-huh."
After saying that, he unbuckled his seatbelt and got out of the car, walking straight upstairs, Wei Zhiyuan hurriedly caught up with him, "Brother, the photo thing, I want to ......"
Wei Qian walked ahead with his back to him, raising one hand and holding up two fingers, "Let's talk about this one."
Wei Zhiyuan: "Huh?"
"We'll talk about it tomorrow, Bo is still at home."
Bao is sprawled out on a coffee table with Alex, looking at old photographs--a request Alex has begged for, and Song Xiaobao, out of the hospitality of the simple people, agrees to him in a moment of naivety, and soon regrets it.
Bitch A's intention was to visit a handsome boy in his early childhood, but he soon found a more amusing one - Song Xiao Bao in his early childhood, for which he unleashed his inhuman ridicule.
"Hahahahaha, how could you look like that when you were a kid? It's so bizarre! Li Li, secretly tell my brother, how many cuts did you make in the Similitude Kingdom before you obtained this disguised human identity now? It's okay, I won't interrogate you about what your purpose for coming to Earth is, just tell me."
Song Xiaobao: "What ah! How can it be that ugly?"
Bitch A bared a mouthful of snow-white teeth and said seriously, "No, girl, it's not ugly at all, it's just a slightly gruesome situation by human standards."
Song: "......"
Bitch A came closer and observed her for a moment, "You're not nearsighted? Luckily, or else you wouldn't have been able to wear glasses with your nose slapped by the door when you were a kid, I'm afraid. A little girl, all day long the glasses with a wire tied to the head, like a patient who has just had a brain-damage treatment surgery, tsk, how miserable it must be ah."
Song glared at him.
Her gaze was unkilling to Bitch A. Alex carelessly flipped through his family's rare old photo albums while saying, "You told me last time that the big brother in the family is pro, and the second brother isn't right? Lol, you want to be like your big brother is good ...... hey I fuck, who is this?!"
The last page of the album is a woman.
Due to the age and photographic technology, the woman's expression looked a bit stiff, with permed curly hair that looked very gaudy in today's world, smeared blood-red and blood-red lips, her cheeks wasted and sunken in, her face dull and dull, her eyes numbly looking at the camera, and she was trying to squeeze a bit of an unnatural smile out of her.
By all rights, the photo should have been devastating, maybe even Xishi could have been photographed as a saltless woman, but Alex stared at the woman's face for a long time, and if Bao hadn't known that he was bending out of his pi, he would have thought that he fell in love at first sight with the woman in the photo.
"Pretty ......," Alex murmured after a while.
Xiaobao said in disbelief, "Huh? Which is pretty, what a silly shot."
Alex waved his hand, "You don't understand - look, she's like a dummy made of wax, her whole body is stiff and unnatural to the camera, and there's something particularly gray in her eyes, appearing to have dull eyes and a stagnant expression, and at first glance it's just an ordinary middle-aged woman, but when you carefully discern it It is found that this woman looks really ...... beautiful, as if ......"
He seemed to suddenly run out of words and gesticulated for half a day before he said incoherently, "The kind of flower that's dying, you know, where the outer petals have deteriorated into a dying brownish-yellow color, and you can see the veins of the dried-up plant inside, and there's only a bit of tattered vitality in the heart of the flower with the vapor that's going to be gone soon... ..."
Song Xiao Bao said, "Don't you just want to say crippled flower?"
"Gross! Do you have any aesthetic? Shut up if you can't talk about it, I've realized you're practically a dog's mouth." Alex sprayed her without a good mood, then, he lowered his head to look at the photo with fascination and whispered, "There's a kind of beauty like the line will be destroyed, so that when one looks at it, one will unconsciously imagine what that flower looks like when it blooms at its peak....... Hey, who's this guy? "
"My mom." Song Xiaobao said, pulling the photo out and looking at the date labeled on it, "I don't remember what she looks like, my brother said ...... Oh, by this time she should have already started using drugs, no wonder she's skinny as this skin and bones ghost."
Alex snapped out of it, as if he'd touched on Bo's their family's heartbreak, and snapped out of his avid photographer state, snapping, "Li'l, I'm sorry ah ......"
"It's fine, I don't remember a thing about her." Song Xiaobao shrugged with a seemingly heartless shrug and added, "Not to my dad either."
Just at this time, Wei Qian and Wei Zhiyuan came back, Wei Qian's eyes could not help but fall on the photos in the hands of Xiaobao, his face did not see any joy or anger, just walked over, cleaned up with their own hands, and stuffed the mother's photos back into the album, and then in the top of Song Xiaobao's head lightly patted a slap: "Playing with what is not good to play with the photos."
Although Alex wanted to stay a little longer and watch the beautiful man feed his eyes, he detected Wei Qian's face was not depressed, so he had to take his leave within five minutes and go to the hotel where he was staying.
Weiqian cheered up, chatted with Xiao Bao for a few minutes, and went back to the house before nine o'clock.
Only when he reached his room did Wei Qian shut the door behind him and viciously pinched his brow - he had a splitting headache.
Wei Qian just hastily washed up, didn't even wipe his hair, and rolled into bed, and soon, fell asleep physically and mentally, before he completely fell into sleep, his mind ran through the events of the whole day in a chaotic manner, and finally, it was fixed on the old photo that was being held by Xiao Bao in his hand.
First he was confused and rehashed his old dream about leaning on a pregnant woman as a child and listening to her stories about the river and children.
And then the woman and the voice reading disappeared, and it was as if there was a follow-up to that story.
The woman's plump cheeks were sunken in, the tip of her already high nose seemed sharp enough to poke through the sky, her gaze grew more and more somber and numb, and there always seemed to be a frantic deadness in her crimson lips.
Wei Qian seemed to have retreated to his teenage years, and as soon as he pushed the door, he saw the woman standing woodenly in front of Xiao Bao's bed, still holding the syringe she used for drugs in her hand, and staring deathly at the little girl on the bed.
The heartless little girl slept unaware.
Wei Qian's scalp exploded as he took two steps over, pushing the woman away and blocking in front of Xiao Bao's bed, "What are you doing?"
The woman, skinny as a bamboo pole in the wind, stumbled and staggered backward a few steps at the lift of his hand and sat on her ass.
"What am I doing?" She laughed lowly, her hand that fell to the corner just happened to touch the storybook that Wei Qian had when he was a child, the woman picked it up and, as if for amusement, unhurriedly tore the book page by page, she said slowly, "You two b*tchy little bastards, what's the point of living? Might as well die early and have a good reincarnation in your next life."
She said, her eyes fell between the tattered pages, "Little sheep little sheep round, ow a bite to eat, one don't run ...... hahahahaha, one don't run."
Wei Qian: "Crazy."
He didn't want to look at her anymore and bent down to check on Bo in the cot, the kid had been a little piggy since she was a baby and froze with all the commotion next to her.
Her little face was bulging and her little meatball-like paws were at her side, unintentionally fluttering together as if she was trying to grab something.
The teenager sighed in relief and gently gathered the girl's small hand under the covers, feeling as if she were clinging to her fingers.
But before he could experience the body heat coming from the child's warm palm, a pair of hands suddenly embraced him from behind, he smelled the woman's revoltingly bad fragrance, the hands were so thin that they were out of shape, the backs of the hands had a line that dried out, the fingertips didn't have the slightest bit of blood, but their touch was extremely slippery, like two ice-cold fishes slipping into his clothes, one hand pinched his waist, then moved to his chest, and the other hand touched his lower/body and rubbed it teasingly.
The teenager's body would be developing, not yet ready for puberty, and he was too clueless to know what was going on and froze on the spot.
With the unfamiliar agitation surging through his veins and "rumbling" into his brain, Wei Qian finally came back to his senses, struggled violently to get up, and turned back to give the woman a slap.
There was a "pop" and the room was silent for a few moments before Bao was finally awakened and cried out as loud as a bell.
The woman licked her scarlet lips, covered her face with one hand, sat down on her knees, and laughed softly and intermittently, and for a while her crazy expression actually looked a little bit petulant: "Aiya, baby boy, so you don't get it yet?"
Wei Qian's blood went cold, he felt as if the touch of the woman on his body was still there, like a snake was wrapped around him, and with a wave of nausea, he held onto the table and dry-heaved.
The woman stopped laughing and looked at him indifferently, "You men, don't you just love this kind of thing? What, think mom is disgusting? So what? More than ten years ago, the blood on your body was mine, so you're not disgusting yourself? Hmm?"
When she finished, she gathered her hair, lifted her chin, and stood up demurely and indifferently, but her mouth hummed softly, "Little sheep, little sheep, round and round, owww one bite to eat, don't run away, not one ......"
Humming while stepping on her high heels and undoing her neckline a bit, she staggered out, and when she reached the doorway, she suddenly turned back, her eyes wide open, her eyeballs on the verge of being dislodged from their sockets, and looked steadily at Wei Qian, babbling, ''I told you not to cross the river, don't cross it, and you're still going to cross it! How is it? Song Da Wei is dead, right? You're finished too, right? It's about to be eaten by 'owu' in one bite, right? Ahahahahahaha ......"
Her laughter grew sharper and sharper, and by the end it was almost like the night cries of a crow with a pinched throat, giving birth to a certain heartbreaking ominousness.
Wei Qian jolted awake, his heart palpitating like thunder.
He had forgotten to close the window when he went to bed, and the cold wind of late fall had blown him hard and jolted him, and then, only then, did he realize that he was naked.
Wei Qian frowned, he was usually under extreme pressure, rest time was extremely precious, usually fell back to sleep, not much care for this aspect of the need, every once in a while occasionally, but also with a hand to hastily pass himself off.
But this night, he felt a little diabolical and didn't reach out to touch it, just leaned back against the bed and waited quietly for the lust/lust to pass, and didn't bother to close the window, letting the wind blow.
I don't know how long it took for both his heartbeat and his body to gradually calm down, Wei Qian got up, intending to go and get himself a glass of water to drink, and he felt a bit ridiculous as he broke out of the nightmare - both that dream and Wang Dongliang.
He used to straighten up as much as he could, leave school, and then, because of that ridiculous bit of pride, go and make play money as a punching bag for Le.
But so what? Now, he thought, if he wanted to, if Le Xiaodong's nightclub was still there, he could buy it two or three to throw around, and who could shake his pride?
Money and profit will always weave a huge net, it just depends on whose net is big and whose net is strong.
In just a few days, Wei Qian had already figured out Wang Dongliang.
Highly valued by Wang Dongliang's brother-in-law in the demolition of people killed, the matter was suppressed by him in the local, who knew that the person killed in the family has a distant relative, the background is not so simple, and now I'm afraid that there are people who are preparing to investigate the family name of Wang.
There is also the pile of labor prisoners under Wang Dongliang's hand, although they are all relying on him to support him to do things for him, but as these people are becoming more and more lawless, it is also becoming more and more difficult to restrain them, and Wang Dongliang is now being dragged down by one foot.
He definitely needs money, a lot of it, he's so poor he's on the verge of dogfighting.
I heard that he's holding a sum of money laundered from Macao and needs a serious opening.
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The children flowed back to the Mainland, and it was almost impossible to find a more desirable way than this project of converting the square into residential units.
A city project, Ma Chunming previously gave a very accurate market research report, the local pre-sale management is not very strict, absolutely in the main body before the roof to get the vast majority of the money back, and may even be liquidated, if the operation of the early stage of the proper, the entire payback period may not be more than half a year, a rare "short and quick" high profit project.
Wang Dongliang must get this piece of land as soon as possible, Wei Qian put down his glass of water, staring at the water slightly reflecting a little bit of shimmering light, holding the cup, is his own belongs to a grown man, long and strong fingers, he said in his heart: I must make you can not get.
Just then, the door to Wei Zhiyuan's room suddenly opened.
Wei Qian came back to his senses, glanced at the clock on the wall, and lowered his voice to ask, "Why aren't you asleep at this hour? Living through jet lag?"
Wei Zhiyuan came over, "Well, I was just discussing something with a few overseas friends ...... Brother, I am a little worried about you."
Wei Qian felt that he was calm - he felt that he was calm when he received the call from Wang Dongliang, and the nightmare was just a coincidence that broke his usual biological clock of going to bed late and waking up early - he was still thinking about how to deal with the big hooligans, and of course, he should have been rational.
At this moment, however, in the midst of such calm sanity, the cartwheel of the madwoman in his dream could not but well up in his mind.
Crossing the river ......
Crossing the river? I'm going across. How's that?
So what if your parents aren't human?
What is homosexuality? What's incest?
"Trying to threaten me with something as painless as this?" Wei Qian thought to himself, "Wind sword and frost sword words like snow? If you're capable of burying me, who have I ever been afraid of? Fuck it."
"You come with me." Wei Qian said nonchalantly, as if he intended to talk to Wei Zhiyuan about how the investment money should go through the formalities.
However, after he brought the door with him, he violently pressed Wei Zhiyuan against the door, and before Wei Zhiyuan could figure out what was going on, he came up without any lightness and nibbled on Wei Zhiyuan's lips.
Wei Zhiyuan felt his steady heartbeat "crunch" for a moment, forgetting to pop the word.