There is a residential area three kilometers west of Nanpu city center.
Rather than a residential area, it would be more appropriate to call it a slum in Nampo City.
The walls were torn and cracked, as if they could collapse with a gust of wind.
Due to financial constraints, most homes did not install windows, but just covered them with a film.
Here, people basically make a living by scavenging, and stinking garbage is piled up randomly.
The criss-crossing alleys are not clean all year round and are very sticky when you walk on them. Those few old street lamps flickered on and off, emitting dim light, which seemed very laborious.
At this time, a young man walked slowly from the end of an alley.
The man has a slim build and wears a pair of black-rimmed glasses on his nose.
After a while, I turned in from the intersection of two alleys.
Only a hundred meters further, a resident's light was still on.
You can see from the film-covered window that someone is moving back and forth inside.
The man stood in front of the door and paused for a moment.
Then, open the door.
"You still know how to come back!" As soon as the young man entered the door, his father stepped forward and grabbed his collar with one hand, "Do you know we are in a hurry?!"
Snapped! ! !
A loud slap hit his face hard, and soon there were five bright red finger marks, which was shocking.
He allowed his father to hold him, with no emotion on his face.
"Don't speak, right? I told you not to speak!"
Boom!
Perhaps he was so angry that he lost his mind. His father kicked him in the stomach and he staggered to the ground.
"Okay, okay, stop fighting, the child is back."
The mother on the side couldn't stand it anymore and stepped forward to take the father away.
His brothers stood by with fear on their faces.
They knew their father's temperament well, and if they went up rashly now, they would be beaten too.
"Come back?" Father pushed mother away, "When did this happen? Why didn't he die outside?"
As soon as he finished speaking, his father grabbed him from the ground and scolded him sternly: "If I don't give you money, you are going to run away from home, right?
I worked hard for you to study, and this is how you repay me, right?
If you think this family is poor, then go away and go to someone else's house! "
Snapped! ! !
Another slap hit his face, and the blood mark on his face became deeper.
"Stop hitting me. If you hit me again, someone will die!"
The mother felt that if she continued to beat her furious father, someone might actually die, so she quickly opened her father's hand and grabbed his hand.
After the mother's persuasion, the father looked at the palm prints on his son's face, and his heart finally softened.
He sat heavily on the chair and lamented: "What a sin, this is all a sin! How could I have a son like you..."
During the whole process, he didn't speak or resist, and the stiff expression on his face remained as he was, like an unconscious doll slowly walking towards his room.
Bang! ! !
The sound of the door slamming like a heavy bell startled everyone present.
Mother felt something was wrong, so he gently pushed his father, who was still sulking in the chair:
"What happened to my son today? If he would normally have a big quarrel with you, why are you so silent today?"
"As long as you don't die!" his father replied impatiently.
He lay on the bed and fell into a very peaceful sleep.
Half an hour later, a burst of black mist came in through the crack of the window and fell into a black bag.
He woke up, opened it, and saw money, a lot of money...
…………
A ray of sunlight shines into the bedroom from the window, giving it warmth and vitality.
Mao Sandao felt a little overwhelmed after working at night for the first time, so he slept until now after returning from the secret room.
Until I wake up hungry.
He checked the time, it was already past 10 am.
Make up for a yawn and stretch.
Get up slowly.
When he got home in the early morning, Mao Sandao applied ice water to his face, so the swollen face had recovered by now.
The fingerprints on his face also disappeared.
The weather is nice today, so Mao Sandao opened the door to let in the direct sunlight.
It's raining continuously and the house looks a little damp.
"Brother Sandao!"
Zhang Shuyan suddenly jumped out from the door.
Seeing Zhang Shuyan, Mao Sandao, who was still a little drowsy, suddenly woke up: "Shuyan, why are you here? Why are you hiding behind the door? You scared me."
Zhang Shuyan put her hands behind her back and swayed her body from side to side: "Actually, I have been here a long time ago. I guess you are still sleeping, so I have been waiting outside."
Judging from the long time she spent with Zhang Shuyan, she usually knocked on the door violently when she came to his home, and then called her in a voice that was contrary to her appearance.
In Mao Sandao's impression, this was the first time he waited quietly outside.
"Do you have a problem with me?" Mao Sandao asked.
"I'm going back to the company tomorrow. Let's have lunch together today."
"this……"
He had clearly rejected Zhang Shuyan before, but now that he heard her invitation, Mao Sandao was in trouble again.
"I left this time... I guess it will take a long time to come back." Zhang Shuyan looked at Mao Sandao with reluctance in her eyes, "Can't we just get together as friends?"
Listening to Zhang Shuyan's pleading tone, Mao Sandao finally couldn't bear it.
He thought for a moment and replied: "Well... that's okay."
"Okay, let's have dinner at Daxing Restaurant on Huayan Street later." With Mao Sandao's agreement, Zhang Shuyan became as excited as a child, "I'll go get ready first. See you there soon."
Mao Sandao still wanted to refuse in his heart, but Zhang Shuyan had already said this, and he could not say anything to shirk the blame.
As it happens, lunch time is coming soon, and it seems that there are only instant noodles at home.
Eating expired bubble noodles seems not very friendly to the stomach.
However, Mao Sandao couldn't help but get goosebumps all over his body when he thought of the scene where he and Zhang Shuyan were dining.
Suddenly, he smiled slyly.
He was going to call Jiao Qiu'er.
Immediately, a shameless plan began to form in my mind...
…………
"Mr. Jiao, here are the financial statements for this quarter."
Secretary Xiaowen walked into Jiao Qiuer's office with this quarter's report.
"Okay, you can put it here." Jiao Qiu'er glanced casually and asked Xiaowen to put it on the desk.
Boom...boom...boom...
Secretary Xiaowen had just left when there were three knocks on the door.
"Come in." Jiao Qiu'er responded without raising his head.
"Ball~"
An extremely nauseating sound penetrated Jiao Qiu'er's eardrums.
It was as if he was deliberately raising his voice and dragging out the final note.
Jiao Qiu'er looked up and saw Mao Sandao leaning against the door and looking at him with an obscene smile on his face.
"Third Commander, why are you here? The sun is rising in the west today. Why does your big Buddha think of my small temple?"
Mao Sandao rarely comes to Jiao Qiu'er Company, so his sudden visit today surprised him.
Mao Sandao put his hands behind his back and walked slowly into the office. He looked around and said with envy on his face:
"Zi! Zun! Zuke! Yes, I haven't been to your place for a long time, right? I didn't expect that your company is getting bigger and bigger now.
Also, your office is very stylishly decorated. It looks like a qualified entertainment venue from every angle. "
Then he pointed at a pair of ink bamboo hanging on the wall behind Jiao Qiu'er and commented: "Not bad, not bad, my taste has improved a lot. I can tell you got this painting from the counterfeit market. Look here." There’s still a red stain on the top.”
After saying that, he put his index finger into his mouth, dipped some saliva on it and wiped it vigorously.
"Don't rub it randomly if you don't understand. It's a seal. It's just a little blurry due to moisture! I got this piece of ink bamboo from Mr. Shuiyun, and it cost a lot of money."
From the front, Jiao Qiu'er still had a proud expression on his face, but from the back, his expression gradually became stiff, as this guy was burying himself again.
Seeing Mao Sandao touching the painting, Jiao Qiuer quickly took his hand away with a dark look on his face and forced him to his seat.
"Oh, it turns out to be a masterpiece by our famous Nanpu painter Mr. Shuiyun." Mao Sandao quickly stood up and walked to the painting, bowing deeply, "I'm sorry that I don't know how to paint. Mr. Shuiyun, I want to apologize to you."
Jiao Qiu'er took out a cigarette and threw it to Mao Sandao, and asked, "What? Have you figured it out? Are you ready to come to work here?"
Mao Sandao shook his head and sat across from Jiao Qiu'er, and said seriously: "I'm here today because I have other things to ask you for help with."
"Say it." Jiao Qiu'er straightened his body, "I will definitely help you if I can!"
