You who walk against the light

Feng Cong's face became more relaxed, "That's not true, but this thing fell into my hands, and it should be released normally."

"How much?" Zhong Ziming asked quietly.

Feng Cong leaned back vigilantly, "What are you doing?"

Zhong Ziming's cheeks tightened, "Make an offer."

Feng Cong nestled on the sofa, stretched out his right hand lazily, and nodded Zhong Ziming: "Do you fucking think of me as a brother? I'm here to ask you for money?"

Zhong Ziming's complexion was pale, and he sighed and said, "Hey, that's not what I meant. If you have something to say, say it well."

Feng Cong sat up straighter, turned his face away and said, "Tell yourself, what kind of fucking life have you been living these years, hey, I'm so pissed off."

Zhong Ziming's voice was calm: "Don't be like this, I'm fine."

Feng Cong's chest was congested, and he said after a while: "I didn't intend to tell you, but last time I had dinner, didn't I just scold Zhong Kaifan a few words? You are so distressed to death? What kind of shit brother deserves your protection like this? Um?"

"Feng Cong—" Zhong Ziming called him, patted his shoulder and said sincerely, "I am very happy to have a friend like you."

There was a brief silence in the air, and when the emotions of both parties eased up, Zhong Ziming said: "I just said seriously, I didn't make fun of the friendship between us, I spent money, so you can do business, right?"

Feng Cong didn't speak.

Zhong Ziming asked again: "How many people know about this?"

Feng Cong replied: "It was sent this morning. It was still a private transaction. The person was in a hurry and asked for cash. He gave him a day to think about it. He has to give an answer tomorrow morning. If he can't, he will find someone else."

"How did someone find you? It stands to reason that such material, with Lin Yuan's current trend, can fetch sky-high prices."

"He needed money urgently and was afraid of offending others. He didn't want to make a big deal, so he only found people in his acquaintance circle. After all, his old boss, Nie Zu'an, was involved. If this matter falls into my hands, you should burn it up." .”

Zhong Ziming had a vague idea in his heart, and his voice was calm: "How much does he want?"

"80."

"Is there another version?" Zhong Ziming was worried that the other party still had a copy, and asked again: "Will it be passed on to the outside world?"

Feng Cong said: "Buy and sell with one hammer, delete it when you buy it."

"Are you sure the others have it?"

Feng Cong was not very happy: "Are you engaged in criminal investigation? So much nonsense?"

Zhong Ziming couldn't help laughing, "Hey, why don't I ask, okay?" He paused, and teased himself: "I'm going to be unemployed for a while."

Speaking of this, Feng Cong couldn't help being angry again: "Zhong Kaifan kicked out your shares, what's the matter, is he going to clear the place, or raise the head?"

"Don't be like this, everyone has their own position." Zhong Ziming's tone was dull, and he continued: "With Huiding's current situation, the stock is still quite valuable when converted into cash, and the rest of my life can be regarded as having no worries about food and clothing."

Feng Cong asked, "You haven't told Zhong Kaifan yet?"

Zhong Ziming frowned: "Why do you say that? I'm sick?"

Feng Cong scolded him angrily: "You are already sick!"

Just after saying this, the two of them laughed at the same time, and the atmosphere was a little sour.

After a while, Zhong Ziming's tone was very light: "I bought that thing, 80 yuan, which is a lot of money."

Feng Cong said, "Are you taking advantage of this?"

Zhong Ziming's face became cold, "When did you see that I was at a disadvantage?"

Feng Cong was startled, "Why, what do you want to do when you get the things?"

Zhong Ziming put his left hand on the armrest of the sofa, his wrist joints were distinct, his index finger was raised and lowered unconsciously, beating the beat lightly, a burst of emotion flashed in his eyes, and his tone was angry: "Zhong Can died in vain? !"

Feng Cong knew what was going on in his family, guessed what he was going to do, and waved his hand, "All right, all right, I'll help you pay for disaster relief, don't make trouble again then, just your poor body, don't be blind It’s a toss. I made Zhong Kaifan anxious, I’m really afraid that I won’t be able to rescue you.”

Zhong Ziming snorted coldly, "I didn't want to do this at first, but since I have the opportunity, why can't I settle the score with him?"

冯聪

Afraid of making him unhappy by talking too much, he quickly put away the phone, "I'll go to the bank and take care of this for you first, so that you don't have to stop."

Zhong Ziming emphasized again and again: "The things must be sent to me."

Feng Cong stood at the entrance and changed his shoes, "Don't blame me for talking too much, you can't be provoked in the first place, and something happened later, don't blame me for not talking about the ugly."

"I'm fine!" Zhong Ziming said calmly.

Feng Cong had nothing to do with him, "Okay, just show off your skills, once you encounter Zhong Kaifan's nonsense, you really won't be able to pull back!"

The anti-theft door made a dull knocking sound, and the reverberating sound echoed in the room. Zhong Ziming held his forehead with one hand, and his body and mind were exhausted to the extreme.The light in the afternoon sprinkled finely in the air, obviously full of warmth, why does it make people feel cold in the heart.

At around ten o'clock in the evening, Feng Cong sent the documents, and there was only one sentence in the email: the matter has been settled.

Zhong Ziming called his secretary Xie Bin and asked him to remember to transfer 80 to Feng Cong tomorrow.

After explaining the matter, Zhong Ziming sat at the desk with a calm expression, and sent the file to Zhong Kaifan in the form of an attachment through an anonymous mailbox. There was only one sentence in the text: 100 million.Followed by a Citibank account.

The moment he pressed the Enter key, the hatred that had been stuck in Zhong Ziming's heart for many years seemed to be finally relieved.

Zhong Can's fair and flying face flashed in his mind, his heart was full of turbulent emotions, his vision gradually became blurred, the faint blue light on the screen reflected on Zhong Ziming's face, he covered his brows and eyes, and tears burst out of his eyes in silence.

Zhong Kaifan was washing up in the bathroom at the moment, and his mobile phone was placed on the shelf on the sink countertop, when he suddenly heard a slight 'ding' sound, which seemed to be the sound of an email.He wiped his hands with a towel in a leisurely manner, unlocked the screen, and found that it was an anonymous email.

At first, he didn't think it was strange. After all, the company got bigger and there were more extortions, but this email was too simple, and even the bank accounts were from overseas.

His heart was pounding, and he opened the attachment subconsciously, and the photos were reflected in his eyes. In the mirror, his face turned pale inch by inch, veins appeared at his temples, his breathing began to tremble, and his wrists trembled uncontrollably. Shaked.

He forgot to turn off the faucet, and there was the sound of fine water flowing in the air. Something pierced his heart. At first, he didn't feel any pain, and even pretended to be painless. His fingertips trembled, and tears dripped on the screen.The light in the photo is dim, but Zhong Kaifan can see it very clearly. Lin Yuan is lying on the bed, with intricate incisions on his back, bleeding red blood, and there seems to be a translucent solid on the shoulder blade. If you zoom in on the photo, it looks like a block of wax.

The sharp weapon seemed to penetrate a little deeper, the left and right ventricles contracted suddenly, and in the next second, the blood pumping function was completely paralyzed, and the pain was suffocating.Zhong Kaifan couldn't look down, the phone slipped from the palm of his hand, and the bright screen plunged into the pool. Zhong Kaifan's arms trembled, and he pressed the piston tightly with rough and slow movements. The pool was white and bright, and the water flow slowly increased.

He remembered the first time he saw Lin Yuan.

Wearing a white T-shirt, black slacks, straight and slender legs, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling wall mirror, the body seems to be injected into the soul by God, dancing wantonly and flamboyantly.He has very short short hair and a fair face, which turns red when he smiles.

After the day's practice, Zhong Kaifan watched him enter the bicycle shed. He left his satchel behind him, arched his back, his legs were long and straight, and one foot was on the ground. He took out his sports watch from his pocket, calmly worn on the wrist.

That was a detail that Lin Yuan hadn't noticed. Zhong Kaifan watched Lin Yuan wearing the sunset glow, with a thin and thin back, gradually disappearing into the sidewalk full of camphor trees.A little further away, Zhong Kaifan saw him standing up slightly and stepping on his bicycle hastily. The sky was soft orange, and the moment the pigeons returned home, there was a humming in the air, and the whole city seemed to be writing poems for young people.

Bowl--

There was a rumble in my head, like a film cassette, 'squeak', stumbling, playing everything I had experienced in these years.

Tears dripped into the pool, forming clear and shallow water patterns, but soon merged into the rushing and turbulent water flow.The sadness in my heart is as big as tears and a pool in front of fate.No matter how turbulent the tears are,

Can't stop the fine water flow from the faucet.

The screen was glowing with a faint blue light, and Lin Yuan's painful side face was soaked in the pool. Soon, the phone began to turn off due to water entering.Zhong Kaifan propped his arm weakly by the pool, the veins on the back of his hand were protruding, and the cry came out from his throat, stirring up his internal organs.It was more sad than knowing that Aunt Song was ill, and it hurt more than when she was fighting against Lin Yuan.

Physical ailments can be cured by medical means.

How can spiritual wounds be healed?

Can he open Lin Yuan's heart little by little?Then gently, gently, hold the needle and thread, and heal those wounds, even if the stitches are ugly, it shouldn't matter, as long as the wound can scab.

Even if the stitches are clumsy and the scabs fall off, the heart can beat like before.

'咚咚'——

That is the sound of life, how beautiful.

But now, the wounds are all bursting, and his eyes are blurred with tears. Zhong Kaifan doesn't know where to continue to repair, because he presses down here, another place starts to bleed again, and there is no way to let go.

He was not afraid of being splashed with blood, he was afraid that the hot blood would run dry and his heart would stop beating due to excessive blood loss.

Are the photos sent out now?Does the public know?Will fans step back?

How will Internet public opinion talk about Lin Yuan?

As long as 100 million, with Lin Yuan's current coffee position, if these rumors get out, even 1000 million will be bought.

Who sent it?Why do you want to do this?Lin Yuan's contract is about to expire, why is it so difficult to even exit?

Zhong Kaifan didn't have time to think about it, he washed his face indiscriminately, endured all the sorrow, and was so calm that he walked towards the study calmly.

Log in to the work mailbox on the computer again, and the attachment content perfectly wraps up the trauma.

It took only ten minutes before and after, as if it had gone through an entire century.

According to the account information provided by the other party, Zhong Kaifan quickly completed the transfer without saying a word.

He sat quietly in front of the computer, as if counting down.

The other party obviously came prepared. He had no way to check the information of foreign banks in China.For a celebrity with a very high traffic flow, these photos can fetch sky-high prices. Zhong Kaifan felt that he had no better way than to sit and wait.

This matter cannot be discussed with anyone. On the cusp of this storm, Zhong Kaifan does not believe anyone.