Prisoner's Dilemma

After returning from the hot spring villa, Jiang Chen ignored Han Shaojun. Han Shaojun knew that he was still angry, so he didn't take the initiative to provoke him.Han Shaojun returned to his previous routine, going to the company every morning and going home to rest at night.

One day, he told the company secretary that someone was looking for him, and he brought him in to see that it was Chen Weining.

"How did you find this place?" Han Shaojun was surprised.

Although Han Shaojun doesn't often go to famous buildings, he is also a distinguished guest there, so it is not surprising that there is information about Han Shaojun, but what is strange is why Chen Weining came to him.

Standing in front of him was Chen Weining, wearing ordinary jeans and a white shirt. He was as clean as a student, and he couldn't tell that he was someone who came out of a luxurious and famous building.In Han Shaojun's huge office, Chen Weining seemed a little reserved. He tried his best to appear relaxed, but his wandering eyes still betrayed his heart.

Chen Weining took a deep breath: "I have something in my hand, I think you might be interested, Mr. Han."

If a sophisticated person said these words, Han Shaojun would probably be ready to fight, but such a young man, who is not young, said such a dramatic line, Han Shaojun just wanted to laugh, but he held back.He found it interesting and wanted to teach him a lesson.

"Oh." Han Shaojun responded inexplicably, looking directly at Chen Weining, "What do you want?"

His gaze was firm and powerful, deliberately concealing his aggressiveness, but he still put great pressure on Chen Weining.He didn't show any eagerness to know what Chen Weining had, but instead asked him what he wanted, taking the initiative invisibly.On the surface, it seems to be an ordinary sentence, but it will have different feelings to different people.If the visitor was playing tricks, he would hear the provocation from Han Shaojun's tone: what can you, a waiter in a famous building, offer that I, Han Shaojun, are interested in?If the comer really has a secret, then he will hear a signal from this sentence that he might as well talk about it.

But Chen Weining is still too immature. In front of a charming adult man in a high position, he is like a cub meeting an adult beast. He instinctively wants to curl himself up, so he clenches his fist nervously, No sound.

Han Shaojun had a good impression of this young man. Although the young man was young, his eyes showed stubbornness. He liked this kind of stubbornness.So Han Shaojun smiled, walked out from behind the desk, sat on the reception sofa, and asked the secretary to pour a cup of tea.

"Sit down, since you think you have what I need, you must ask for something, right? Just talk about it, it doesn't matter."

I don't know why Han Shaojun really believes in teenagers. What he has may not be valuable, but it must be interesting.There is a strong desire in the boy's eyes, but the desire is not dirty, but very clear and pure, which will make people have the idea of ​​caring and satisfying.

Under Han Shaojun's gentle tone, Chen Weining slowly relaxed, no matter what, he was a waiter in a famous building who had seen the world, and he had seen far more dignitaries than ordinary people.

"I want money." Chen Weining swallowed hard and said the word.

It's not surprising, and it's not vulgar, money is a good thing, and there are only a handful of people who can confidently say that they don't want money.

"Do you really need money?" Han Shaojun couldn't help but search, recalling the two contacts he had with him, every time he received money, he would carefully put it into his pocket.

Chen Weining pursed his lower lip, but did not say anything.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to inquire about your secret." Han Shaojun said, "Since you are so confident, then show me."

Chen Weining took out his hand that had been in his pocket all the time, opened the cell phone held in his palm, and held it in front of Han Shaojun.There was a blurry photo on the screen, Han Shaojun couldn't see clearly, wanted to take the phone, Chen Weining shrank back, hesitated, and handed the phone over.

Han Shaojun took a closer look, and even though the light in the photo was very dim, he could still tell from the outline that it was Jiang Chen, and it was Lin Zhuyan who was leaning intimately on him, and the two of them were drinking.

Seeing that Han Shaojun didn't respond, Chen Weining was a little flustered: "There are still a few more!"

Han Shaojun slid backwards a few times. The photos were basically taken from an angle. The background was the decoration of a box in a famous building.Han Shaojun wasn't surprised at all, he hadn't seen Jiang Chen these days, and Lin Zhuyan just got the role and was about to do everything possible to make him happy, so it's not surprising that the two got tired of drinking together.

But even if he knew it, when he saw the photo, he was still so tight that he couldn't breathe, and he was more helpless and anxious.

"I'm afraid you're wrong, I'm not interested at all." Han Shaojun's tone became cold even when he spoke.

Chen Weining said anxiously: "Impossible, I clearly saw you..."

"What do you see me?" Han Shaojun frowned.

"Seeing you...he's very nervous..." Chen Weining spoke softer and softer, and finally lost his voice.

Han Shaojun suddenly felt it was ridiculous. Could it be that his insanity was so obvious that even a fledgling child could see it?When did he, Han Shaojun, fall into such a pitiful situation?

"You read it wrong! I have no interest in who he is with! Don't let me see something in the future! Now the famous building is so chaotic that it can casually sell the privacy of the guests!"

Famous buildings are famous not only because of the beautiful people inside, the comfortable environment, personalized service, but also the emphasis on the privacy of guests.Han Shaojun's words made Chen Weining turn pale with fright, if the secret filming got out, Chen Weining would lose his job.

Chen Weining hastily defended: "I...I..."

Han Shaojun dropped his phone on the table, touched the screen with his finger again inadvertently, and flipped to the next photo.There are also two people in the photo, their figures are somewhat familiar, but they are not Jiang Chen and Lin Zhuyan.

"Mr. Han, I'm sorry! I'll delete the photo right away! Please don't say anything!" Chen Weining frantically wanted to delete the photo.

"Wait!" Han Shaojun grabbed the phone.

One of the middle-aged people in the photo was a middle-aged man. Although he hadn't seen it many times, Han Shaojun recognized the middle-aged man in the photo as Zheng Yaoyao's second uncle, Zheng Ming.

"Why did you photograph him?" Han Shaojun smelled something strange in the photo.

Chen Weining glanced at the photo, gritted his teeth and said, "He is my enemy!"

"Enemy?" Chen Weining's eyes revealed a monstrous hatred, which surprised Han Shaojun, "What did he do?"

Chen Weining's eyes turned red instantly: "He forced my father to death!"

"Did you kill your father?" Han Shaojun was even more confused.

"My mother was seriously ill and spent all the money in the family, so my father borrowed money from him! Later, my mother still disappeared, and the borrowed money could not be repaid with interest, so he called people to my house every day to make trouble. The door was painted with red paint and feces were thrown! My father couldn’t bear it and committed suicide by jumping off the building, so they robbed my house and kicked me out!”

"So you earn money to support yourself now? No other relatives?"

"My relatives have disowned me for a long time! Of course I want to make money! I also want to save tuition fees!" Chen Weining hated him so much, he was tight-lipped just now, and now he has said everything out of his mind.

It turned out to be a story about a loan shark's family ruined, and Han Shaojun understood it.

However, Zheng Ming's usury still drove people to death?How could the descendants of his Zheng family earn such shameful money no matter how incompetent they were?Han Shaojun was puzzled again, and his gaze shifted from Zheng Ming to another.

The person sitting next to Zheng Ming was about 30 years old, with a strong body and an unattractive appearance. Han Shaojun didn't know him. Could it be that the enemy Chen Weining spoke of was actually him?

Han Shaojun took care of his heart and put the phone back in front of Chen Weining: "You want to make money, don't you?"

Chen Weining was very smart, and immediately understood that Han Shaojun was interested in the meeting between these two people. He wiped the corners of his eyes and puffed up his chest: "Yes!"

No matter how old the boy in front of him was, he still showed childishness inadvertently, Han Shaojun couldn't help laughing: "Then do you know what to do?"

"I know! If the two of them meet again, I will notify you immediately!"

"Very good." Han Shaojun nodded.

-

Han Shaojun has seven senses and six senses for cooking-he doesn't know anything about cooking, but this does not prevent him from learning.

He deliberately picked a weekend, went shopping in a hypermarket and bought a bunch of vegetables, and then solemnly took Zheng Yaoyao home.

"I'm going to trouble you today." Han Shaojun led him into the kitchen.

Zheng Yaoyao looked at the never-used kitchen and the cooking table full of ingredients, dumbfounded: "Do you really want to learn cooking?"

"Of course, I'm serious!" Han Shaojun rolled his sleeves up to his elbows, showing his beautiful arm muscles, to show his sincerity, "Look, I bought these dishes according to the list you gave me!"

Coincidentally, Zheng Yaoyao's cooking skills are very high, and she has a good understanding of Chinese and Western food. When studying abroad, she often cooks a table of dishes to entertain friends, which is no less than an ordinary chef, so Han Shaojun invited her to teach at home.

Han Shaojun chose a few easy-to-use dishes, and under Zheng Yaoyao's guidance, he fiddled with them all afternoon, and finally cooked some decent dishes.

The heat from the kitchen steamed Han Shaojun into a thin face of sweat, Zheng Yaoyao leaned on the cooking table, looked at Han Shaojun's concentration on frying, and felt emotional: "Shaojun, don't you hate the smell of oily smoke the most? Why do you want to learn all of a sudden? Are you cooking?"

"Learn as you please. I have eaten all the restaurants near here. It's a bit boring. It's better to be self-sufficient."

"Lie, you can hire a cook to cook it for you." Zheng Yaoyao exposed him.

"I just want to learn." Han Shaojun smiled at her subtly.

In the light blue smoke, Han Shaojun's smile is serene and peaceful, like a banished immortal traveling the world, soaked in the popularity of the world, scooping up clear spring water with a wooden ladle, pouring out the tranquility of the years.

At that moment Zheng Yaoyao was moved: "Shaojun, do you have someone you like?"

Fortunately, it was Zheng Yaoyao who knew about it, so Han Shaojun didn't need to hide too much: "There has always been."

"No wonder! I'm so envious of that person. The one who can help you get into the kitchen must be a great person."

"There's really nothing to envy." Han Shaojun smiled wryly: "When your family's troubles are resolved, then tell your parents about your boyfriend, and then you will be the one to be envied."

"I also hope it can be resolved quickly." Zheng Yaoyao sighed.

Han Shaojun said seriously: "I have a solution, it depends on whether you can be ruthless."

Zheng Yaoyao was a little frightened by his serious expression, she lowered her head and frowned slightly: "I'll help you take out the dishes."

The net has already been cast, Han Shaojun is not in a hurry, and concentrates on dealing with the vegetables in the pot.

Zheng Yaoyao walked out of the kitchen and heard the doorbell.

The door opened, and Jiang Chen saw Zheng Yaoyao, holding a steaming dish in his hand, chewing happily, wearing an apron, looking like a hostess.

"Who is it?" Han Shaojun asked.

So Jiang Chen saw Han Shaojun wipe his hands while walking out of the kitchen, looking like a family man.