my brother became a scum

We didn't smoke that night, but kissed each other in the dark, immersing ourselves in each other's bodies familiarly, letting the pleasure/sensation wash away the rationality that shouldn't be there.

The next morning, while he was still asleep, I tied my tie and straightened the folds of my shirt. I opened the door, and when I turned to close the door, I bumped into his open eyes.He lay sideways on the bed, looking at me quietly, and I also looked at him silently. After a few seconds, I slowly closed the door to block his view.

No one can be happy for a lifetime, safe and smooth, and there will always be some hardships.

Every step of life is walked by oneself, whether it is sweet or bitter, you have to walk by yourself.

I was the one who didn't want to leave back then, and it's me who doesn't want to continue now. I made a decision, no matter what Zhang Chen does, I won't change it.

I walked out of the prison, and I could still see Zhang Chen lying on the bed looking at me. There was no surprise or hatred in his eyes. I knew that my feeling was not an illusion. He knew what I was going to do and was doing it. Tried to keep me.

But the problem between me and him cannot be solved by doing it a few times. In my long memory, he has left indelible traces, and every trace is a knife piercing my heart.

I think if I am worthy of myself, I should let myself go.

I sat on the back seat of the car with my eyes closed, and the phone rang suddenly. I connected the phone and pressed it to my ear: "Hello, I'm Chen Heping."

"Chen Heping," Zheng Dongyang's voice came from the microphone, with a strong smile, "Congratulations, you are divorced."

"Is everything done?"

"It's done, ask my secretary to send it to you tomorrow."

"Thank you."

I didn't care what he had to say, hung up the phone neatly, the dust had settled, and all that was left was a farewell soon.

My head hurt a little, and I kneaded and squeezed my temples with my fingers. Some complicated and trivial memories emerged one by one, and I pressed them back one by one.

There was only one clear message left - Zhang Chen and I were finally divorced, and legally separated into two completely different people.

The meat/body temperature was preserved yesterday, but it is quietly split today.

And I wasn't too sad. On the contrary, it seemed like I had finally let go of a burden, but I had been suppressed for too long, and I still couldn't feel the flying and relaxation for the time being.

At this time, Mr. Bai called me and said very calmly: "I am dying."

"Then why are you calling me?" I was very surprised by this question, so I asked, and it was only after I said it that I realized that it was a bit embarrassing.

But when I think of my mother, it's hard to think of a loving father and filial piety. Besides, he never raised me and only regarded me as the successor of his property.

"I know that you have made a plan and contacted a surrogacy company for you."

"Thank you, no need."

He didn't try to persuade me any more, just hung up the phone.

I asked the driver to turn around, and instead of going to the company, I went back to my grandfather’s house. In the early years, this lot was said to be demolished and developed. As soon as it entered the preparatory stage, the higher-ups issued a document, and this area was designated as a place where no high-rise buildings could be built. In this area, the developer bought the land with the intention of building high-rise buildings. Please check the documents. The community has been very peaceful for so many years, and it has completely maintained its original appearance. I sent people to clean it up regularly, so the house can still be lived in.

But these years of good life still have some aftereffects. I am not even familiar with how to change the bed sheets. The secretary specially sent a message to ask if I want to arrange a nanny to come up to clean up.

The nanny simply tidied up the room and cooked the meal. I turned on the old TV, which was broadcasting news broadcasts. This may be the only thing that has not changed over the years. I took a bag of open-mouthed pine nuts and dialed. After a while, I realized that my fingers were a little sore - I haven't done such a thing for a long time, and my skin is hypocritical. I don't want to admit that my body is going downhill.

When I went to bed, the bed board was uncomfortable, and I didn’t have any familiar feeling in my memory. I just thought that when I left, I had to ask for a copy of the company’s mattress model, so as not to have a restless sleep in the future.

Half asleep, half awake, grotesque, my phone was set to vibrate, but I woke up easily. I connected the phone, and the stranger said to me, "Is this Mr. Bai's son? Mr. Bai is dead."

I became sober all of a sudden, and I didn't feel much sadness in my heart. I just felt that it was not a coincidence. The original plan was to step down from Zhang Chen's side, and turn around to take over what Mr. Bai left behind. He died so soon. , I had to speed up.

According to the hospital's regulations, when the immediate family members are still alive, they must go to the hospital to assist with some procedures. I am no stranger to these, so I also took my own documents and prepared to go out.

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I didn't want the staff around me to know that I was about to leave, so I took a taxi directly to the hospital, but I underestimated the media's sense of smell, and met a group of reporters directly at the hospital entrance. To make matters worse, Mr. Bai's legal team announced My identity, and said that the transfer of property will be properly handled in accordance with the will left by Mr. Bai.

Financial reporters are relatively restrained. I don’t know why entertainment reporters want to join in the fun. The consequence of not bringing anyone around is to be surrounded by layers of people. They can quickly extract useful information from complicated questions. Fortunately, Mr. Bai’s bodyguards are not long. After that, I opened the way and rushed over. I stepped into the hospital guarded by layers of guards. I took out my mobile phone. A series of assistants called me. I sent a message, reported my address, and asked the public relations department to prepare to draft a statement.

The best way is to solve the problem overnight, otherwise the turmoil will have a great impact the next morning, but there are still a series of procedures that I need to go through.

Mr. Bai's royal team had already guarded the hospital and started to follow up. The photographer said familiarly that I should look a little sad. I looked at him blankly, and he stopped talking.

"There is no need to put on a show. For non-listed companies, the public only cares about product quality."

"After all, you still have a listed group under your name, so you must always pay attention to the impact."

The unspoken rule of the shopping mall is that the chairman of a listed group cannot concurrently serve as the chairman of other companies. After all, he must be fully responsible to the shareholders, and it is difficult to guarantee that the parties involved have no selfishness or favoritism.But first, there is no clear legal prohibition, and second, Mr. Bai's company is a non-listed entity company. As long as the shareholders can be settled, this is not an unsolvable problem.

The problem is that my original plan was not to hold both positions, but to resign from one and turn around to accept the other. The sudden death of Mr. Bai completely disrupted my plan and forced me to face a situation where there was no preset plan .

The major shareholder has not sent any news yet, but it is conceivable that they have already developed distrust. The unexpected large amount of available funds means great uncertainty. Combined with my previous behavior of continuously inserting executives within the group, It's easy to think of commercial embezzlement and annexation—especially as I just learned that Mr. Bai has kept a hand, and there is also a wholly-owned quasi-listed company under his name.

I took a few deep breaths and got the death confirmation certificate, but the cause of death was listed as lack of oxygen. I turned my head to look at Mr. Bai's person, and got the statement that the other party personally tore off the oxygen mask.

I almost laughed angrily. A man who obviously still had a few months to live, couldn't wait to die just to make up for the time difference.

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I signed my name on the confirmation letter and tore the paper with too much force. The people around me were silent. The lawyer brought the will, and the staff from the notary office arrived in time, and the relevant handover procedures were handled one by one. , I started to change clothes to get the manuscript and prepare for the press conference.

During the short press conference, all the reporters who entered the venue were reporters who had answered the standard answers correctly. I officially took over the business left by Mr. Bai.After the first round of press conferences, my assistant and secretary also rushed to the hospital, and their notebooks contained the latest draft statement from the PR department and recommendations from the board of directors—they suggested that the board of directors be held overnight.

I suppressed the statement and did not issue it. I was going to go to the board of directors first. If their collective decision was to replace me, then the follow-up issues would be handed over to the new chairman to solve.I have supported this group for more than three years, and I also feel tired and slack. It is absurd that the life and death of a group depends on one person. It's a normal phenomenon, but I pay too much attention to these things and put too much pressure on myself.

In the position of a decision maker, one shouldn't care too much about others, which is not in line with the profit-seeking nature of a businessman.

I left the hospital, the cold wind blew across my cheeks, the lights came and went, and my ears were buzzing. I got into the back seat and began to close my eyes and meditate.

The car drove quickly on the road, and it didn't take long to arrive at the parking lot of the group. Someone opened the door for me. I got out of the car, but found that many employees of the group were also in the parking lot, watching me quietly.

I got on the elevator without saying a word, and the elevator went straight to the meeting floor. My brain became sober and rational. I sat in the only vacant seat and looked at the group of people in the room with whom I didn’t have deep friendship. Trusted them and never had anything to do with them in private.

I took off the cap of the pen, glanced at the flustered chairperson, and spoke first: "If you have anything to say, just say it, time is tight, don't disturb me."

I thought that at this time, they came together and proposed to hold a board of directors. The purpose was to let me abdicate. Another company fused together.

I was a little surprised by the development of this situation, but I continued to push down the topic to discuss how to quell this crisis as soon as possible.

After the meeting was over, I received a call from Wu Ming from Africa. I felt a headache while pinching my eyebrows. Wu Ming understood my doubts almost immediately from a few words.

"Mr. Chen, since you took over the group, the stock price has tripled in three years," he said with eagerness in his voice, but he was eager to praise me. The rate has increased, the relationship with the government is also handled very well, and the foreign market has also expanded in a large proportion, and the company directors have followed your assets to expand, and they certainly don’t want you to abandon them and invest in another company.”

"You're exaggerating."

I rubbed the center of my eyebrows, my face was a little red, and I felt extremely embarrassed.

"Interest is the most stable relationship. As I said, you are a genius."

"You can shut up now, thanks."

I hung up the phone in a hurry, leaned back on the seat, didn't rest for long, rubbed my sore shoulders, called the relevant person in charge of the PR department to come up, and handed over the revised PR draft to the other party in person.

There were some disturbances on the Internet, but the situation basically calmed down, and the joint statement of the directors of the board of directors played a great role.

I stayed up until the opening time of the next day, stared at the fluctuations for an hour, and found that there was nothing wrong with it, so I lay down on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.