normal friend

Chapter 3: Subway

When Meng Weiqing got up, Bai Xiaojun was not in the room.He went into the kitchen and looked around, but he only found a bag of instant noodles and an egg.Finding another small pot, while boiling water, Meng Weiqing sent a message to Bai Xiaojun's WeChat who just added last night: I boiled the instant noodles and eggs in the kitchen.Thank you for the barbecue last night, I will treat you next time.

The sound of water—unpacking—underside—sprinkling of seasonings, flowing clouds and flowing water in one go, Meng Weiqing couldn't help admiring the improvement of his life skills in his heart.Checking the time, at exactly three and a half minutes, he suddenly realized that he forgot to add the egg, and hurriedly picked up the egg and knocked it on the edge of the pot-it didn't open, and knocked it again-it still didn't open.Seeing that the instant noodles were going to be overcooked, Meng Weiqing raised the egg high and knocked it down hard. This time the egg opened, but due to the excessive force, the eggshell broke into two pieces, half of the egg white and egg yolk fell into the pot and the other half dripped into the pot. On the gas range.However, what broke Meng Weiqing was: this is a rotten egg, and the whole pot of delicious-looking instant noodles that could have been eaten immediately to fill his stomach was completely ruined.The mobile phone next to it rang, Meng Weiqing glanced over, and it was Bai Xiaojun's reply: Don't cook!I don't know how many months the egg has been laid!

Bai Xiaojun opened the door and was staggered, "I'll go—what's the smell?!"

Meng Weiqing looked at his bald head, "Have you shaved your head?"

Bai Xiaojun rubbed the hair that couldn't be covered by his fingers, "Yeah, it's much more comfortable."

Meng Weiqing looked Bai Xiaojun up and down: his hair was shaved, the makeup on his face was washed off, he had a white T-shirt, ripped jeans, and canvas sneakers.Tall, thin and fair, he looks like a big boy next door who has just entered college.

He reached out to take a stuffed plastic bag from Bai Xiaojun's hand, "I broke that egg. It was too late when you sent the message."

"I'm going—I don't know who is cooking shit! Quickly open the window and let it go! I was washing my hair after shaving, and I will return it to you as soon as I see it."

Bai Xiaojun kicked off his shoes and rushed into the house, opening all the windows in one go.Soybean excitedly ran around at his feet, wagging its furball tail.Meng Weiqing put the bag on the table and saw that it was full of instant noodles and quick-frozen dumplings of various brands and flavors.

The smell was almost done, Bai Xiaojun cleaned the pot that Meng Weiqing had just soiled and refilled it with water.As soon as the fire was lit, Meng Weiqing knocked on the kitchen door glass, "I have something to go out, and I will be back very late, so don't worry about me about eating."

Bai Xiaojun turned his head and stared at Meng Weiqing who returned to the room at some point and changed into a suit and shirt that was almost exactly the same as yesterday, "Are you really a real estate agent?"

"No."

"Then you are..."

"It has something to do with money."

"Oh, you work in a bank?"

"No. I'm leaving."

"Bye-Bye."

Hearing a light knock on the door, Bai Xiaojun picked up the pot and poured out half of the water in it.

Meng Weiqing stood at the security checkpoint of the subway station in a daze. The last time he took the subway in Beijing was when he took the subway for two yuan a ticket.On impulse last night, he spent all his money on a washing machine, and now he can no longer take a taxi.The reason why Bai Xiaojun's house was chosen was because it was close to the subway station. Meng Weiqing was afraid that he would end up too poor to afford a car, but he didn't expect this day to come so quickly.

After studying for a while, Meng Weiqing got on the subway.During off-peak hours, there were not many people, and there were two empty seats in the middle of the carriage. Meng Weiqing did not sit, but stood near the door and carefully studied the subway map.My heart is full of emotions: Is the subway in Beijing so well-connected?Thinking of the last time he took the subway, Meng Weiqing calculated that it should have been ten years ago.

After graduating from Stanford University, he was supposed to continue his graduate studies smoothly, but his father suffered a cerebral hemorrhage, and Meng Weiqing, who was enjoying the world in style and joy during his vacation, was called back to Beijing.My sister studied fashion design and has been living in France.My younger brother is still young and is a freshman in Canada.Before his father fainted, he only said one sentence: Call Weiqing to come back.

Meng Weiqing was ordered to replace his father to join the company's board of directors when he was in danger.Although there is a vice chairman in charge of the overall situation, for a young boy who just graduated from a university majoring in mechanical engineering, everything is tantamount to grabbing someone and throwing a gun into the battlefield.Fortunately, after rescue, his father quickly recovered his sanity, but his nerves were damaged and he could only sit in a wheelchair.

Meng Weiqing wanted to return to the United States to continue his studies, but his father said that the company needed him and asked him to stay in the company for a few years to train. After his younger brother majoring in business administration graduated, he would be released to continue his studies, lest his illness worsen or suddenly relapse, and the company would face another Same situation.

The elder sister is domineering, the younger brother is arrogant, Meng Weiqing has always been the most sensible and obedient one.He agreed to stay, but made a request: to start from the bottom of the branch.Because the few days when the director's rights were exercised on behalf of his father coincided with the company's board of directors and shareholders' meeting, Meng Weiqing faintly felt some problems.But it's not his major, and he has no work experience, so he can't tell what's going on.Tentatively asking several major shareholders about something they didn't understand, everyone kept a secretive expression, dismissed Meng Weiqing lightly with a few technical terms.

Meng Weiqing's character has always been either not to do it, or to do it well.So he went to the Shenzhen branch to hide his identity.Then, in just over five years, Meng Weiqing became a senior executive from a young employee, and in just two years after returning to Beijing, he found out many accounting problems and brought down two veterans. He just turned 30 He was directly appointed by the board of directors as the executive president of the head office. He was in the limelight for a while, and everyone in the company called him "Prince Qing" behind his back.

When they arrived at the station, Meng Weiqing stepped onto the ground and quickly found a coffee shop that he frequented near the company.Within a few minutes, Zhang Jiaxing, the company's chief financial officer when Meng Weiqing was in office, and Cheng Wen, the legal counsel, came together.

Cheng Wen sat down and handed a document bag to Meng Weiqing before he could speak.Meng Weiqing took it and glanced at it, "Subpoena?"

Cheng Wen nodded.

Meng Weiqing didn't bother to look carefully, and threw the file bag on the table, "When will the court start?"

"The 23rd of next month." Cheng Wen opened the water bill and waved to the waiter.

The three ordered a cup of coffee each.

Zhang Jiaxing watched the waiter walk away before asking: "Where have you been for so many days? Your old lady has people searched the whole city of Beijing."

"I didn't go anywhere, I found a place where I could live forever."

"Didn't you just say you can stay at my house?"

Meng Weiqing shook his head, "It doesn't matter for a day or two, but I can't bear it after a long time."

"Long time? How long do you want to stay? Can the old lady let you sleep on the street?"

"Don't tell my mother where I am."

"what?"

"I don't want to go back."

"Don't want to go home or go back to the company?"

"Do you think I can go back to the company?"

"Then you don't care about the company's affairs?" Cheng Wen interjected.

"I don't want to control it, and I can't control it."

"But……"

"Come on, that's not what I asked you to come out with."

"What do you say?"

"There are a few sums of money to be remitted from abroad, but my assets and accounts are frozen. You find a way to get me a few legal accounts that can receive remittances, and then directly withdraw cash to me."

After separating from Zhang Jiaxing and Chengwen, Meng Weiqing went to Xicheng to meet some Fa Xiaoer.Originally, he wanted to borrow some money for temporary use, but seeing the sympathy and embarrassment shown by a group of playboys towards him, Meng Weiqing insisted on not opening his mouth to ask for money.

On the way back, Meng Weiqing roughly estimated that as long as the account problem is resolved, at least 10,000+ US dollars can be credited to the account within a week, and the urgent need can be solved no matter what.This result slightly relieved Meng Weiqing's fright when he accidentally caught up with the evening rush hour of the subway.

Looking at the black heads in the underground passage, Meng Weiqing was just about to turn around and go back to the ground to wait for a later time, when he was pushed to the security inspection passage by the continuous swarm of people.He tried to go upstream several times without success, so he had to follow the security check and was at the end of the line waiting in front of a certain car door.

After three trains, Meng Weiqing finally squeezed into the carriage, or was pushed into the carriage to be precise.Then the people in the car went up and down, and Meng Weiqing was squeezed into the center of the car a little bit. He found that the inside was not as crowded as near the door. Although it was a bit hot, it was relatively more comfortable.Heaving a sigh of relief, he put down his arm that was holding on to the railing, and brushed off his crumpled shirt, then dusted off his deformed suit.At this time, the train slowed down at the station, and Meng Weiqing was defenseless, and was thrown directly on the side of an elder sister who was concentrating on her mobile phone.Meng Weiqing reached out and grabbed the railing again in time to stand firm, and apologized again and again.The eldest sister raised her head and was about to get angry, but after seeing Meng Weiqing's face clearly, she saw that he was sincerely saying sorry all the time, and finally smiled and said that it was okay.

When the car came to a complete stop, Meng Weiqing looked up out of the car window and found that it was the transfer station where he should change cars.Fu E sighed and took another look at the spectacular and tragic car door. He made a decision: get off at the next stop and go back for another stop.This decision caused Meng Weiqing to be taken off the bus at the next transit station, taking four extra stops.

It was almost ten o'clock when we returned to Bai Xiaojun's house.Before opening the door, I heard noises in the room, as if there were many people.The key was inserted into the lockhole and twisted for a long time, but the door was locked from the inside.Meng Weiqing had no choice but to knock on the door. After knocking for about a minute, a dog barked first, and then someone said, "Someone is knocking on the door."The noisy human voices quieted down, leaving only the barking of soybeans.

Meng Weiqing knocked twice more, and a girl's voice asked, "Haven't all the takeaways you ordered have been delivered?"

"Oh! Business man!" This time it was Bai Xiaojun, "Forget it, open the door quickly. I don't feel comfortable renting out this room suddenly."

The door was opened by a strange middle-aged man: medium height, slightly fat, with a mustache, mohawk perm tied in a bun on the top of the head, thick-rimmed glasses, and a huge hip-hop cat printed on an ultra-loose black T-shirt With a straight hair, he exudes the atmosphere of cultural hooligans, which is in stark contrast to Meng Weiqing's insurance intermediary style.