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Chapter 1 Prologue
Chapter 1 Prologue
Reality, this cruel reality. - "Red and Black"
The north area of Nanping Avenue in the flower district of Yancheng is like a monster with half makeup.
The wide and straight two-way lane divides the entire flower area into two. The east area is one of the most prosperous core business districts in the city, while the west area is a forgotten old city, a gathering place for the urban poor.
With the sky-high prices of "land kings" in the East District in recent years, the old city that needs to be renovated has also been exposed. A barrier of capital was created.
Neighbors in dilapidated houses have been dreaming of being able to get rich overnight by the side of this small dilapidated house of more than ten square meters, and God has already taken the lead in enjoying the sense of superiority that "my house is demolished for several million".
Of course, these slum millionaires still have to line up with their slippers to empty the urinal every day.
It was still cool in the night in early summer, and the little heat accumulated during the day quickly collapsed. Small barbecue stalls that illegally occupied roads in the western district died one after another. The residents who were enjoying the coolness also went home early. Occasionally, an old street light flickered erratically. Most of the reason is that the nearby group renters connect the wires privately from above.
And in the bustling district across the street, the nightlife has just begun——
In the evening, in a coffee shop facing the street in the business district of the East District, the clerk who had just sent a large number of customers finally took the opportunity to let out a long breath, but before she could manually put the laughing facial features back into place, the glass door hung a The little bell rang again.
The clerk had to put out the standard eight-tooth smile again: "Welcome."
"A low-cause savory latte, thank you."
The guest is a slender young man with almost shoulder-length hair, wearing an ironed and serious formal suit, wearing metal-frame glasses, the thin frame is pressed against the bridge of his tall nose, he bows his head and touches the money Clip, the long hair hooked on the chin blocked half of the face, the bridge of the nose and the lips seemed to be painted with a pale glaze under the light, which seemed to have a particularly forbidden and cold temperament.
Everyone has a love for beauty, and the clerk couldn't help but look at him a few more times, guessing the customer's preferences and saying, "Do you need to change to sugar-free savory?"
"No, there's more syrup." The customer handed over the change, and when he looked up, the clerk's eyes just met his.
Probably out of politeness, the customer smiled at the clerk, and the corners of his eyes, hidden behind the lenses, were subtly curved, and the gentle and somewhat ambiguous smile instantly penetrated his serious seriousness.
It was only then that the clerk realized that although this customer looked very good, she was not Zhou Zheng's dignified and good-natured. She had peach blossoms in her eyes. Her face was inexplicably hot, and she quickly avoided the customer's line of sight and lowered her head to place the order.
Fortunately, the replenisher came to the store at this time, and the clerk quickly found something for himself, and shouted to the delivery man to check the order at the back.
The delivery guy was a young guy in his mid-twenties. His whole person was like a ball of green chūn. He bounced into the store with the afterglow. Well, the beauty looks good today, and business is good, right?"
The clerk was paid a monthly salary, and didn't expect the business to be good in the store. After listening to this crooked flattery, she waved her hands in disbelief: "It's alright, you can go and live, and I'll pour you a glass of ice when you come out. drink water."
The boy who delivered the goods gave a "hey" with a beaming brow, and raised his hand to wipe the fine sweat from his forehead. There was a small crescent-shaped scar on the corner of his forehead, like Bao Qingtian with a prop sticking crookedly.
The clerk made coffee for the customer. The delivery person has already reported the list again and again. It was too bad. He was lying beside the counter waiting for the water to drink. Do you know which building the 'Chengguang Mansion' is in?"
"Chengguang Mansion?" The clerk felt a little familiar and couldn't remember for a while, so he shook his head, "I don't know, what do you want?"
"Oh..." The delivery boy lowered his head, reached out and scratched the back of his head, "It's nothing, I heard that it seems to be recruiting couriers."
The clerk was a little rough and didn't pay attention to his guilty little gesture. While putting a lid on the paper cup, he said casually, "I'll ask someone else for you laterSir, your drink, be careful it's hot."
The customer who bought coffee may be idle, so he looked up at the deliveryman and said lazily, "Chengguang Mansion is not in the commercial building, it's a private club in the back, why, do they still hire couriers? Do you want me to take you there by the way?"
The clerk finally heard something wrong, and looked up suspiciously at the delivery boy: "Private club?"
Seeing that the lie was exposed on the spot, the delivery boy made a face, and ran away with his ice water and a list of goods.
Behind the brightly lit central business district in the Eastern District is a large man-made green space and landscape, and if you walk for a kilometer, you can see arrogant high-end residences shadowing in the center of the stacked landscape - they have to build their houses here, because " "Seclusion" itself is not valuable, but "quietness in the middle of the noise" is valuable.
Various styles of gold-selling places are lined up around the periphery of the landscape, with "style" as the axis, the expensive ones are inside, and the cheap ones are on the side and facing the street.
Among them, the most expensive, best and most "style" place is "Chengguang Mansion".
The owner here is not only rich, but also has deep attainments in arty style. Not long after the completion of the project, the boss specially invited a group of friends who were either rich or expensive to warm up the venue in order to show off. Some came to meet, some came to talk business, some simply came to join in, and many came to join in the fun and plan to rely on their faces and body as tickets. The parking lot is full of luxury cars of all kinds, and there is a vanity fair with gongs and drums.
When Fei Du walked past, he had already finished a cup of coffee that was too sweet. He heard music and voices in the courtyard from far away. He shoved the empty paper cups into the trash can by the roadside, and heard someone whistle out of tune not far away: "President Fei, here it is!"
Fei Du turned his head and saw a group of people standing not far away. They were all wealthy second-generation idlers. The young man in the lead was a very fashionable young man, and he was wearing a piece of shit. It was one of his friends, Zhang Donglai.
Fei Du walked over: "Have you humbled me?"
"Who dares to humiliate you?" Zhang Donglai hooked Fei Du's shoulders, "I see that your car arrived early, you have been waiting here for a long time, why are you gone? And what are you wearing, you just talked to the United States? The president has signed the bilateral trade agreement?"
Fei Du didn't lift his eyelids: "Get out."
Zhang Donglai kept his mouth shut for a minute, and his endurance reached the limit: "No, I think you are so awkward, like you are leading a father, how will you pick up girls later."
Fei Du's footsteps paused. He first stretched out a finger, hooked his glasses off, and hung them on Zhang Donglai's neckline. He then ripped off his suit jacket, rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, and started to unbutton it.
He unbuttoned four buttons in a row, revealing a large area of unknown tattoos on his chest, then reached out and scratched his hair and grabbed Zhang Donglai's claws. From then on, he took three large rings that were rougher than a thimble and put them on his own. Set: "Is it okay this time, son?"
Rao is Zhang Donglai who thinks he has a lot of knowledge and is also dazzled by this cool transformation.
Fei Du was the head of their group of rich second-generation, because the others had fathers, and they were all "Prince Princes". And Mr. Fei didn't have a mother since he was a child. He was just an adult. His father was hit by a car accident and became a vegetative person. Now he has "enthroned" ahead of schedule, one level higher than others.
He has money and no one to discipline him, and naturally he has grown into a playful fighter - fortunately, he has no hobbies and hobbies to play a "business wizard". Simply relying on the word "làngdàng" to lose a family will not end in a while.
However, he didn't know what medicine he took wrong recently, and he didn't come out for a while, as if he wanted to "wash his hands in a golden pot".
Fei Du folded his hands and took a few steps forward: "Alright, I'm here today purely to cheer, and I'll be leaving at twelve o'clock."
Zhang Donglai: "Master Fei, you're boring now."
What is the difference between a group of dudes getting together and leaving in the middle of the night and not coming at all?
Fei Du was noncommittal.
Zhang Donglai asked, "Why?"
"I'm chasing my wife seriously," Fei Du said casually. "I'm playing while chasing, right? It doesn't seem like a class."
Zhang Donglai looked at his shirt and long hair that had been blown up by the night wind. Except for làng, he really didn't realize that he was of any grade. He took two steps to catch up, and he said, "You are sick. On the one hand, I have to find an old and poor tree..."
Fei Du suddenly turned his head and gave Zhang Donglai a cold look.
He has a peculiar contradictory temperament. When he laughs, he is dressed in peach blossoms. Once his face is straight, that sharp seriousness can be connected without fèng, and his eyes are almost bizarre.
Zhang Donglai's voice was stagnant, but he didn't continue. He raised his slap and slapped his face: "Bah, I said something wrong, I will pay my sister-in-law in person another day."
The words "sister-in-law" inexplicably pleased Fei Du. The corners of his taut mouth softened, and he waved his hand, as he "generously" opened the page just now.
Zhang Donglai rolled his eyes at the sky, feeling that the lord was bewitched by the enchantress, and that the country is not a country.
Master Fei did what he said. At twelve o'clock, he was like Cinderella who heard the bell and left on time.
He passed through many monsters and monsters, bypassed a madman who praised him with champagne, and went to the woods to find Zhang Donglai.
Zhang Donglai was discussing the issue of life harmony with a beautiful woman, and the two were discussing in full swing, as if no one else was there.
The brain-drunk said drunkenly: "Promotion and fortune, Dad, Master Fei, you are the winner in real life!"
"Thank you, my father isn't dead yet." Fei Du nodded politely, and asked Zhang Donglai, "Where are you busy?"
Zhang Donglai is also a shameless and careless person, so he whistled at him: "Master Fei, why don't we go together?"
"No," Fei Du kept walking. "When you see my sexy body, you can't hold back for a while. It's so embarrassing to spread it out, isn't it, beauty? I'm leaving."
After he finished speaking, he ignored Zhang Donglai's "Om wow" screaming behind him, and walked quickly along the gravel road, without shaking or shaking, and it didn't look like he had been doused with alcohol for half the night.
When he arrived at the parking lot, he had buckled the button back in place, called for a driver in a proper manner, and waited under a big locust tree.
In the late summer and early summer of Yancheng, the fragrance of locust blossoms is always lingering, and it often diffuses from the corners and corners first. It seems that there is no one, and any car exhaust can cover it, but if it settles for a while and no one disturbs it, it It will reappear on its own.
The music at Chengguang Mansion in the distance was mixed with laughter and noise. Fei Du squinted and looked back, and saw a group of big girls playing games with a few "senior fresh ròu" who were bald.
At this o'clock, even in the eastern district of Nanping, most of the shops are closed. The true gentlemen and hypocrites who came to expand their contacts and issue business cards will basically withdraw before twelve o'clock, and those who remain will be tacitly informed and will participate in the reception. Come down to the "wine pool ròu forest" link.
Fei Du pinched a handful of small white flowers from the tree, wiped away the dust on the chuī, put it into his mouth and chewed slowly. Boredly, he opened the address book, and hung his finger on "Officer Tao" for a while, and suddenly realized that he had already It was late, so I quit.
He stood quietly for a while, and whistled leisurely with the sweetness of the locust flower in his mouth, which gradually became a tune.
Ten minutes later, the chauffeur arrived, tremblingly driving Fei Gongzi's galloping trot up Nanping Avenue.
Fei Du leaned on the co-pilot and closed his eyes. There was an audiobook playing in the application software on his mobile phone, and a clear male voice read at an even rate: "... Julien replied: 'I have some hidden enemies.'... …”
The driver was a work-study college student. He was rather cynical. He thought that Fei Du was either a rich second-generation prostitute or an 18th-tier star who had undergone plastic surgery. Hearing this, he glanced at him in surprise.
At this time, a car with high beams came on the opposite side, almost blinding the driver's eyes. He secretly cursed "sick" and turned the steering wheel to the side subconsciously. pass him by.
There was still a bit of money in front of the driver's eyes. I didn't see what kind of car it was. I couldn't pick a suitable slander between "the rich are amazing" and "the poor bīs who don't have the quality should not drive", and I felt quite regretful. Then he heard a "boom" and turned his head to see that it was the phone that his employer was holding in his hand and slipped.
The audio continues: "... 'A road does not lose its beauty because it is covered with thorns, the traveler goes on as usual, and let the nasty thorns die there'..."
Fei Du slept so much that he didn't know what to do, so he was using this hypnosis.
The chauffeur withdrew his gaze expressionlessly.
Tsk, it really is still a rough bag with gold and jade on the surface, and it is ruined.
While thinking wildly in the middle of the night, the young driver drove steadily along the straight Nanping Avenue, while the car that shook his eyes just now turned off the headlights after they walked away, and silently As soon as he turned a corner, he turned smoothly into the quiet West District.
Near one o'clock in the morning, the street lamp that had jumped for half the night was completely dead, and a wild cat patrolling the territory jumped on the wall.
Suddenly, it screamed, and all the hair on its body exploded.
The weak moonlight hit the ground, illuminating a man's face. He was lying on the ground with his back in all directions. His bloodshot and swollen face was almost indistinguishable from its original appearance. Only a small half-moon-shaped scar could be seen on the forehead. On his forehead was a piece of white paper that was torn very irregularly, like a ghostly talisman for the corpse.
People are dead.
The blown-up wild cat lost its front paws in fright, slipped off the low wall inadvertently, rolled on the spot, and fled without looking back.
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Note: "... Julien replied: 'I have some hidden enemies.'..."
"... 'A road does not lose its beauty because it is covered with thorns, the traveler goes on as usual, and let the nasty thorns die there'..."
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