Practicing business and practicing medicine

The full moon is dim and high in the sky.

Bian Mu raised his head and looked at the sky in the distance. It was half cloudy and not sunny. It had been raining continuously for several weeks. It would probably take ten days and a half before it would completely clear up.

There are far fewer pedestrians on the street, but there is still a steady flow of private cars returning home at night.

Seeing the moon and missing people.

Bian Mu felt a little homesick.

After chatting with Supervisor Zheng, he drank a lot of wine without realizing it. Bian Mu planned to walk all the way back to relieve his stomach irritation.

When passing the Beicang Street intersection, a small stir-fry stall in the southeast corner of the intersection caught Bian Mu's attention.

A man in his early thirties wearing an apron was weighing a wok. The caliber of the wok was not very large and it was very clean. It seemed that a meat dish was being stir-fried in the wok. For a while, the steam from the wok was steaming and the aroma was overflowing.

Bian Mu is good at cooking, and the way the man handles pots is clearly not ordinary at first glance.

The business at the stall was a bit deserted. I only saw an old man in his fifties or sixties sitting there alone, drinking cold wine, a small plate of peanuts, a large bowl of boiled edamame, and half a bottle of sorghum white, pouring and drinking by himself.

Such a familiar silhouette and basically similar scene, Bian Mu's thoughts suddenly returned to that night in the third grade of junior high school...

At that time, Bian Mu was in the third grade of junior high school. It was the late autumn and early winter season, and the heating had not started yet. People felt cold wherever they went.

One night, it had been some time since the night self-study had ended. Several classmates chased Bian Mu and asked him some math questions. By the time Bian Mu rode home, the night was already very dark.

When passing the intersection of the Postal Building, Bian Mu subconsciously felt that a man sitting at a street stall looked very familiar.

Turn around and take a look, Huh? ! Isn't that your father?

For some reason, Bian Mu didn't pedal over to say hello. Instead, he just straddled the bicycle, put his right foot on the ground, turned around and looked at his father.

Dad was sitting there alone, pouring himself a drink. Bian Mu's car was facing north, and his father happened to be sitting facing south. Bian Mu could see his father, but his father didn't notice that his precious son was silently behind him in a daze. Looking at himself.

The same street stir-fry stall also had spiced peanuts, a bowl of boiled edamame, and half a bottle of sorghum white. The street lights were bright, and Bian Mu's father looked very comfortable, looking completely satisfied and contented.

My mother is most annoyed by my father's drinking, and they often quarrel over this matter.

Bian Mu is about to go to high school and has to live on campus, so the family's expenses will naturally increase.

Dad suddenly stopped drinking.

Bian Mu knew in his heart that his father was saving himself accommodation expenses.

I don't know why my father suddenly started drinking again today. When I get home like this, my mother will definitely have a big quarrel with him in a rage.

Bian Mu couldn't help but worry about his father...

After a while, seeing that her father had no intention of getting up and going home, Bian Mu quietly rode home.

The next morning, Bian Mu discovered that his father had not returned home all night.

Later, after quietly getting to know each other, Bian Mu realized that in order to get rid of the smell of alcohol, his father went back to the factory workshop to spend the night with the cat.

That morning, Bian Mu secretly vowed that he would work hard to make a lot of money in the future so that his father could completely remove all the family burdens and have a good drink.

However, to this day, this little wish has never been fulfilled.

Bian Mu knew very well that it was not about money.

No matter how poor the Bian family was, they still had some savings in the past few years, so a few big drinks didn't matter.

After becoming an adult, Bian Mu gradually understood that it was because he was in a wrong state of mind.

As long as the Bian family hasn't lived in their own house, my sister Xiaoyue can't go to college happily, and Bian Mu can't buy a house and start a family... Dad won't be in the mood to have a drink. liquor.

Bian Mu felt that he was quite useless.

"It seems that a French writer said, man, it would be a shame to let your family spend their whole life in the hope of happiness! No! I have to hurry up and open a clinic! Regardless of the motivation, what Qi Yuewei recommended There must be something special about a stock. You have to think about it carefully later. At worst, you will lose tens of thousands of dollars. If you want to make a lot of money and you are unwilling to take some risks, isn't that just a fool's errand?" Bian Mu thought to himself. .

At this moment, the phone suddenly rang.

Chapter assistant’s phone number.

"Hey! Where are you right now? In your dormitory?" Assistant Zhang asked eagerly on the other end of the phone.

Bian Mu's ears were sharp, and he could hear faint noises coming from the environment where Assistant Zhang was at this moment.

"I'm on the street! What's going on? What happened?! Where are you?"

"I'm at Mrs. Mai's parents' house! She seemed to have gone crazy suddenly and broke Mr. Luo's head. Now it's a mess here. We don't know what to do. How about... you come here Can you help me?" On the phone, Assistant Zhang looked very anxious.

"No problem! Send me your location! I'll take a taxi there right away!"

"I'm so sorry! We really have no choice! I thought you might be able to come up with a trick. At the very least, take the knife off Mrs. Mai's hand first."

"Ah?! Did you go under the knife?! Didn't you call the police?"

"Mr. Luo, don't call the police. Maybe he's afraid of making the family scandal public! The location has been sent to you. Sorry to bother you!"

"Why are you being polite to me? I'll be there soon!" After saying that, Bian Mu hung up the phone.

…

Mrs. Mai's family lived in a community called "Shangdu Huating" in Xicheng. More than half an hour had passed while Bian Mu took a taxi to the gate of the community.

Assistant Zhang had been waiting at the gate for a long time. Next to her stood a handsome young man who looked like an employee of the "Yiyoukang" company.

"Have you snatched the knife?" Bian Mu asked quickly when they met.

"No! There's a lot of blood on the neck. It's scary! Let's go!" As he spoke, Assistant Zhang rushed into the community at a trot.

Bian Mu and the handsome guy followed closely and chased after him.

Mrs. Mai's family lived in a large villa. When the three of them arrived at the entrance of the courtyard, Bian Mu found that all the neighbors had turned on their lights, but no one came out to watch.

A lot of people gathered at the entrance of the courtyard, most of them were men. Most of them were under thirty years old. Bian Mu made a visual inspection and found that they were at least thirty or forty years old.

It was noisy, as if there was going to be a war.

A lot of community security guards came too, clamoring to call the police!

"What's going on?! It seems that there are two groups of people, what? One side is the helper of the Mai family? The other side is called by Assistant Zhang to maintain order?!" Bian Mu thought to himself.

"Everyone, be quiet! The only solution now is that we still have to find a way to take the knife away from Mrs. Mai. Everyone, please give in. This is the provincial negotiation expert we invited. He has a way! Brother Ma! You don’t want anything to happen to Mrs. Mai, do you?!” After shouting a few words of appeal, Assistant Zhang made a gesture, asking the handsome young man to greet Mr. Luo’s people to step aside first.

The so-called Assistant of Brother Ma on the opposite side gave way first. He raised his right arm and raised his hand behind him. The dozen young men blocking the entrance of the courtyard began to slowly back away. Anyway, the entrance of the courtyard was Finally a narrow passage was vacated.

The security guards who had been insisting on calling the police stopped saying anything when they saw that things were turning around.