you better leave me alone

It took an hour and a half from Shenxiangzi to the northern suburbs.

The further north you go, the more difficult the road is. The potholes on the ground gradually increase, and the bus trembles along the way. If you don't have enough stamina, you can definitely vomit through the window.

The northern suburbs belonged to a site that had yet to be developed. There were piles of dirt and excavators piled up on the side of the road, and the dusty air was very bad.

Looking from a distance, there is a large construction site not far away. Workers in twos and threes are sitting next to the bricks and tiles, holding their rice bowls and bowing their heads, concentrating on cooking.

He didn't notice Lin Zewu's existence at all.

"Is the food cold..."

"Have a beer."

"...Why is it so cold today?"

Lin Zewu put his pockets in his pockets and walked past with his head down.

The address written on the mobile phone is still in front, and it takes about seven or eight minutes to walk. Some places have no good roads, and it is muddy land. Walking in is deep and shallow.

Finally reached the finish line, it was a small three-story building with "Zhengyang Construction Co., Ltd." written on the door.

Judging from the bunch of tattered things just now, the decoration of this building is not bad, at least it has a regular shape, and it looks like it has a slight edge with the "company".

Like a bag company.

Lin Zewu pushed the door open, and the receptionist at the door raised his head instantly. After seeing him, he paused the TV series on the tablet, and asked a question while standing behind the table.

"Who are you looking for?"

Lin Zewu didn't answer.

He looked around, and his gaze slowly fell on the display stand at the top of the stairs, on which were posted several rows of employee photos.

"Find someone."

Lin Zewu walked there with his legs open.

"Hey! Who are you looking for?"

The little girl at the front desk called him twice, but seeing that he didn't answer, she hurriedly opened the small door and got out.

There is a red cloth hanging on the wall with more than a dozen photos pasted on it. It is estimated that the management of the entire company is here.

In Lin Zewu's memory, the last time a photo was posted so boldly was in a restaurant at the entrance of a deep alley.

After roughly scanning all the photos, Lin Zewu finally stared at the top one, frowning.

It's been too long before, and the memories of his childhood have begun to blur and fade. He only remembers how intense the situation was, and...

A certain nerve jumped, and the forehead twitched inexplicably, Lin Zewu recognized every inch of that face.

Suddenly, a light flashed through the depths of my mind.

"Hey, what's the matter with you! I want to ask you a question, who are you looking for?"

His arm was pulled by the force from behind, Lin Zewu looked away and looked at the impatient woman standing in front of him.

Lin Zewu asked: "Your boss is called Chao Chen?"

The front desk was full of surprise: "Didn't you see it?"

"..."

Lin Zewu raised his head again, looked at the unsmiling face, and slowly clenched his hand hanging by his side into a fist.

"Why, are you a reporter? Want to interview? Let me tell you, our company has all the certificates! You reporters, don't always try to make big news. Do you know who our boss is? He will..."

Lin Zewu said: "I know him."

When the woman clicked, her eyes gradually became suspicious.

Lin Zewu knew him for about... more than ten years.

From the year his father had an accident, he remembered how his father kept his head low in front of this man.

In order to allow him a few days of grace to pay back the money.

It was him.

Sure enough it was him.

After many years, the ghost came to the door again.

This time I didn't break into his house clearly, I learned to be smart and learned to use dirty tricks.

If those photos were leaked, Lin Zewu would just be poked in the back and say a few words, which would be nothing but nonsense after dinner anyway.

But Wen Chen is different.

Wen Chen has a job, and the resources he has accumulated through years of hard work are all distant existences that Lin Zewu dare not touch.

Even though it's far away, Lin Zewu still doesn't want to hear that Chen has nothing.

The girl at the front desk looked at the time and urged him: "I tell you, be sensible and hurry up, our boss will be back in a while."

Lin Zewu paused, without looking back: "I'm waiting for him."

Not long after the words fell, there were several conversations outside the door, one of them was very familiar, and he had just talked with Lin Zewu on the phone in the morning.

The girl at the front desk stomped her feet on the spot, ran back to the door and entered the reception desk, nervously arranged her clothes, and smiled just right when the door opened.

"...The project here will end at the beginning of next year, and the later projects are still waiting to be seen. This is... huh?"

As the door was pushed open, the conversation stopped abruptly.

Then there was a sound of footsteps from far to near.

"Excuse me, who are you looking for?" Someone came up from behind, raised his hand to pat Lin Zewu on the shoulder, and asked, "There is a plan..."

Lin Zewu turned sideways and let the hand fall in the air.

"Looking for you."

The man's puzzled expression froze on his face, as if seeing something strange, his pupils widened slightly.

Two seconds later, he raised the hand that almost touched Lin Zewu's shoulder, and took two steps back in a comical gesture of surrender.

"Ponytail is really a waste." He sighed with emotion at the first sentence, and then looked at Lin Zewu again, the playfulness in his eyes was clear at a glance, and he stretched out his hand, "My surname is Yang, Yang Lei, and he is the project manager of this company."

Lin Zewu lowered his eyes, his eyes swept past his hands, and then slowly fell on the silent middle-aged man at the door.

The other party also looked at him fixedly, neither of them said anything, they were both stubborn, as if whoever opened the mouth first would lose the eighteenth generation of ancestors.

The difference is that Chen Chao is filled with a fearless street atmosphere, swimming in every corner like a loach.

But Lin Zewu was different, because of his experience and age, he looked more outgoing, and he could tell at a glance that he was wary of Chen Chao.

In the end, it was Yang Lei who broke the silence.

"It's quite courageous, dare to come here alone." Yang Lei judged, "The ignorant is fearless."

Then he turned his head and asked, "What should I do? I came to the door, beat him up and threw him out, or let him do it here."

Chen Chao was lowering his head to light his cigarette, when the lighter "clicked" a bunch of orange flames popped out, and within two seconds, white smoke rose from the cigarette end.

Hearing this, he waved his hands without raising his eyelids.

Yang Lei understood, and greeted the younger boys in the back: "Catch them in."

The two people at the door looked at each other, looking very hesitant.

"Boss, this..."

Lin Zewu clenched his fists.

Yang Lei noticed his movements and sneered: "You still want to do it? You two! Waiting for dinner? Didn't you hear me!"

Those two rolled up their sleeves and went straight to Lin Zewu.

Lin Zewu took a step back, picked up the stool in the corner and smashed it over Yang Lei, his movements were neat and clean.

Yang Lei said "Hey" and dodged sideways. Lin Zewu took the opportunity to throw the stool at the two of them, and he happened to hit one of them.

Before he could relax, Yang Lei grabbed his elbow very cunningly, and pressed his arm back, just pulling it to the unhealed wound on his left shoulder.

Lin Zewu gasped in pain, and then he was kicked hard behind his knee, and his knee hit the floor with a "boom", causing Lin Zewu's whole body to be numb with pain.

"Do you fight a lot? You are still a little tender in front of your brother." Yang Lei suppressed him, grabbing the back of his head, "You are a little tender with this trick."

Yang Lei still wanted to say something to scare him, but Chen Chao, who hadn't said a word since just now, suddenly said something, which shocked everyone in this space.

"Your father left me an IOU back then, and it's still with me."

Lin Zewu was startled.

"20, how do you want to pay it back?"

Chen Chao walked over. The fat and water in the mall made him fat and strong. Probably because he has been active on the construction site all year round, his muscles look very tight, and his whole body looks like a heavy mountain.

When he got close, he could smell the strong smell of cigarettes on his body.

The smell is fucking choking.

"I didn't get a penny from him, I didn't want his inheritance."

Lin Zewu looked at him coldly.

Super Chen stared at him for a long time, but didn't see any fear in his eyes, which made Super Chen slightly surprised.

Chen Chao patted the dust off his trouser legs, and the dust flew all over Lin Zewu's face.

Lin Zewu half-closed his eyes.

He nodded himself: "It seems that he understands something."

Lin Zewu said lightly: "You divided up all the things he left behind back then."

"This?" Super Chen thought for a second, then admitted, "I did it before."

Chen Chao came over, squatted down in front of him, and pinched the lower half of Lin Zewu's face with open palms.

The rough calluses on the hands rubbed back and forth on the skin, as hard as rough stones.

Chen Chao was full of sarcasm: "I took it, but it was late, and other bosses took more, so I took a fucking broken chair. I was drinking the northwest wind outside, but you lived in the house safely? "

Lin Zewu raised his eyelids suddenly, and stared at him fiercely: "The house doesn't belong to him, why don't you move it?"

Yang Lei pressed him violently: "Why are you talking! Are you forcing me to beat you?"

With a cigarette in his mouth, Super Chen looked at him with great interest, and patted his face with his palm.

Seeing this, Yang Lei let go of his hand.

Lin Zewu's back relaxed, he stared at him without saying a word, and didn't care if there would be a cigarette butt on him in the next second.

Super Chen shook Lin Zewu's face, clapped his hands casually, and said a few words through his teeth: "You son of a bitch."

Without Yang Lei's shackles, Lin Zewu was thrown aside, half of his body hit the wall, and white ash fell down, even staining his coat.

Lin Zewu turned his face sideways, half of his face was numb, he pressed the tip of his tongue against the side cheek, frowned and moved his face twice.

Chen Chao flicked a piece of cigarette ash and interrogated him: "You came to see me today just to get a beating?"

Lin Zewu stood up, the corner of his mouth ached, but he didn't care: "I've come to talk to you about a few things."

Chen Chao narrowed his eyes.