I'm the big president

Qin Yang walked out of the coffee shop with heavy steps. The originally clear sky suddenly began to rain lightly. Just after walking a few steps, the light rain turned into a torrential rain. Scattered around looking for shelter from the rain, only Qin Yang's lonely figure was walking slowly in the storm, his right hand was clenched into a fist, bloody water continuously overflowed from the edge of the palm, and was quickly washed away by the rain.

The bronze sundial is a family heirloom of the old Qin family, and it has been handed down for many generations. Before graduation, Qin Yang gave it to Liu Yao as a token of love. Maybe the bronze sundial itself is not very valuable, but it is the most precious in his heart Even if it is abandoned like a bag, he will firmly hold it in the palm of his hand.

It had been raining heavily for an unknown amount of time, and Qin Yang, who was drenched all over, returned to his rented room. It was a small room about ten square meters, with a bed, a table, an acrylic goldfish bowl the size of a football, and several storage boxes of various sizes. It is all his belongings. The layout of the building is exactly like the old Happy Valley, divided into ten small rooms, euphemistically called single apartment, just such a small house, one-third of his monthly salary.

Although the room is small, it is also a small world, just like the saying, go to bed as soon as you enter the room.

Ji walked into the room with two shoes filled with rainwater. Qin Yang, who was physically and mentally exhausted, suddenly felt dizzy in his mind. He took off his clothes and fell on the bed, and fell into a drowsy sleep. His right hand was clenched into a fist all the time. , a shiny platinum chain slipped down the fist.

In a terrible mood, Qin Yang fell ill. He felt that he was roasting on the stove just a moment ago. Unable to raise any strength, he could only suffer repeatedly in the double sky of ice and fire.

Time seemed to have passed as long as a century. Qin Yang felt himself moving, his body seemed to be floating. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't open his eyes. He could vaguely hear someone talking in his ears, and the voice was urgent and slow. I was so dizzy that I couldn't hear clearly.

"Doctor, my buddy is a natural sufferer. He just suffered [-] points of crit damage from a ruthless bitch two days ago. Seeing him so ill, I'm so sick... Lan Shou... Shiitake mushrooms... He doesn't know how to receive lunch Bar?"

A thin young man wearing wide-rimmed glasses pulled the doctor's arm and asked anxiously. He was full of Internet jargon, and he rolled his eyes at the doctor's question in a daze, not knowing how to answer.

This guy is called Du Kaixin. He has two nicknames. Those who don’t know him call him ‘Old Du’, and those who know him call him ‘Chicken’. He is a freelancer with a Ph. , Don't look at this guy who lacks everything in calcium, iron, zinc and selenium. He is a heart-pounding iron to his friends. He doesn't have many friends. He can definitely count them with a slap. Quangong, even one with long hair nothing.

The doctor in a white coat was confused by Du Kaixin's question, so he could only say expressionlessly: "Your friend was diagnosed with a cold and a cold, and his condition worsened because he did not receive timely treatment. We have already taken corresponding treatment measures, and now he still needs to be hospitalized." for further observation."

"According to what you said, he won't receive a lunch box?" Du Kaixin let out a sigh of relief, and the doctor frowned and took two steps back. This guy's tone was too heavy, and he couldn't stand the smell even wearing a mask.

Du Kaixin is a smart person. When he saw the doctor's expression was wrong, he smiled apologetically and said, "I'm sorry, but I have a harmless little habit. When I'm nervous, I like to eat nutritious fresh fruits."

The doctor pushed the glasses on the bridge of the nose with the tip of the pen, gritted his teeth and asked, "What kind of fruit did you eat? This taste...is really special." He was curious about what kind of fresh fruit this guy ate, and it could emit There was a hot smell that a mask couldn't block.

Du Kaixin chuckled twice: "The king of fruits, golden pillow durian."

The doctor had an expression on his face as if he had seen a ghost in broad daylight, and he turned around and left the ward as if fleeing. Meeting such a superb product added a lot of color to his not-so-rich life experience.

Du Kaixin trotted to the hospital bed and sat down, took out a transparent food box from his carry-on bag and opened it, pinched out a piece of soft durian meat with his fingers, took a big bite and swallowed it, his mouth began to squirm nagging.

"Yangzi, the doctor said that he won't be able to receive a lunch box. Why don't you just wake up and eat durian with me? Is it worth torturing yourself like this for a woman who doesn't love you? How do you say that? In order to reproduce offspring, only men and women are true love, buddy, this is to enlighten you, even if you don’t find a man, there is no grass anywhere in the world, why do you have to love a single flower, Liu Yao is not a flower, it’s a lot A bean curd..."

"Chicken... mother, can you say a few words less?"

Qin Yang, who was lying on the hospital bed, opened his eyes with two narrow slits, and raised his right fist feebly.

"Blessed by the Virgin Mary, your boy is awake!"

Du Kaixin let out a strange cry, stuffed the durian from his fingertips into his mouth, and made a cross on his chest with his fingers covered with durian flesh.

Qin Yang slowly opened his fist. The bronze sundial in his palm was still there, with a layer of dark red blood scab attached to the surface. He wiped it with his fingertips a few times, and the blood scab was wiped off. A tinge of red?

"Yangzi, isn't this your family heirloom? Did she return it to you?"

Du Kaixin knew that this gadget was Qin Yang's family heirloom. From the day he met Qin Yang, he saw this gadget around his neck, and later gave it to Liu Yao as a token of love.

"Hmm!" Qin Yang sat up on his elbows, looked down at the infusion tube on his wrist, and asked, "How long have I been lying down?"

Du Kaixin adjusted the glasses frame and said angrily, "I've been lying in the hospital for one day, and I've been lying at home for at least two days. If it wasn't for your boy's birthday today, I might not have found out that something happened..."

Today is Qin Yang's birthday. Du Kaixin, his best friend, called to greet him early in the morning, and discussed how to celebrate in the evening. Unexpectedly, Qin Yang's phone was turned off. Sensing that something was wrong, Lao Du immediately called Liu Yao to ask. Only then did she learn that she and Qin Yang had broken up two days ago, so she hurried to Qin Yang's rented single apartment, called the landlord to get a spare key to open the door, found Qin Yang fainted on the bed, and immediately called an ambulance to take him Sent to the hospital.

"This birthday is very special. Fortunately, you are with me."

Knowing the cause and effect, Qin Yang sighed softly, with a wry smile on his face.

Du Kaixin raised his thin slap and patted him hard on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Brother, let me do the math for you. It takes only [-] days for a person to live to be one hundred years old. After eating, drinking, sleeping, and more than a dozen years of ignorance, there may be less than [-] days left to live for yourself. In this world, three-legged toads are hard to find, and two-legged women run around everywhere. It's not worth wasting precious life on a woman who doesn't love you."

Qin Yang looked up at the ceiling and murmured: "I understand what you said. I have worked very hard. I promised to give her a home within eight years. I want to achieve the position of president in my career. Now it seems that I have suddenly lost The goal of struggle has become a fly in a glass window, and there is light outside the window, but I don't know where is the way out."

Du Kaixin curled his lips and said: "What is the goal? Career? Love? What is a career for? Making money, why is a man's love? Papapapa, any promising career is to make a lot of money, and any unforgettable and beautiful love is nothing but to Papapa, don’t think about leaving a name in history, the most realistic goal in life is only six words, make a lot of money, papapa, what’s wrong with being the president? If you want to do it, you must be the best B company in the world the big president."

Qin Yang's heart was shocked, and his eyes suddenly turned to Du Kaixin's face, he paused for ten seconds, and gave a thumbs up: "Your boy is not a doctor studying abroad, but a rogue doctor, I admire you. The closed heart seems to be opened up in an instant, yes, buddy is going to be the CEO of the world's most awesome B company."

Du Kaixin showed a hint of complacency on his face, and his chin was raised 45 degrees: "Must, buddy is a double doctor of MIT, majoring in computer science, minoring in psychology, how about it? My buddy is your guiding light!"

Qin Yang shook his raised thumb: "Bright light, absolute bright light, by the way, what do you mean by my birthday today?"

Du Kaixin said with a smile: "Must, my brother ordered a first-class big cake, and it will be delivered within half an hour after a phone call. Do you want to try it?"

Qin Yang showed an excited expression on his face, nodded and said: "Okay, I'm really hungry after hearing what you said."

Half an hour later, a big three-layer yellow-orange cake was brought into the ward. When the outer package was opened, there was a strange smell in the air, durian cake!