not a decent stand-in

On the outskirts of T city, in an old community, Fu Xueqin opened a rusty anti-theft door.

The scene inside the house was exactly as Xiang Yindong expected—the floor in disrepair, the mottled and yellowed walls, the folding sofa, and the second-hand appliances all told the family's economic situation.

He casually picked up the photo frame on the table and glanced at it. In the photo, the family of three enjoyed themselves happily and had a happy time.

But now, no matter how you look at it, it has nothing to do with happiness.

Fu Xueqin made the bed for him and started to make dinner.

Xiang Yindong stayed in the room, browsing casually.

This Mr. Wei was the same age as him, but his life was at another extreme.

Only the junior high school graduation certificate was found in the drawer, and there were more pirated CDs and adult magazines in a mess.

The yellowed diary was blank, occasionally interspersed with a few pages of "repentance book", which recorded his sturdy youth of skipping classes, fighting, and bullying his junior classmates.

The only similarity between the two is probably thanks to this pair of skins, there are mountains of love letters from childhood to mountain...

The night was getting darker, and the air was moist and refreshing after the rain.

The aroma of food coming from outside the door seemed to remind Xiang Yindong that everything in front of him was real.

He lay quietly on the bed, staring at the mottled ceiling in a daze.

The life of the past 27 years flashed before my eyes like a revolving lantern, and it really became a dream.

Until this moment, he began to face up to his own death.

Admitting that the self named Xiang Yindong has been buried forever in the Alps...

Who is it?

Who wants him to disappear so much?

Those people he once trusted, who is sad and who is carnival?

Xiang Yindong suddenly sat up from the bed, took out his mobile phone, and began to check the financial news on the Internet.

Fortunately, he was neither "reborn" in any parallel space, nor was he "reborn" in some backcountry.

The place where Wei Tianhan lives is T City, which is one step away from the imperial capital.

Therefore, the world still operates in the way he is familiar with.

In the past two weeks, there have been many rumors about his whereabouts on the Internet.

Some say that he was kidnapped abroad, some say that he lost contact while climbing a mountain, and even some say that he died in a car accident...

What is the truth, no one can say clearly, but it is an indisputable fact that Zhenghai International's stock price plummeted immediately.

Although the company's top executives later clarified, but he himself has not shown up, and various rumors are still flooding the market.

At a time when people were panicking, an insider revealed to the media that the company intends to terminate the acquisition of Hongwei Electronics led by him.

He also implied that he acted headstrong and never put the interests of small and medium shareholders in his eyes.

The board of directors has serious internal divisions and is already on the verge of collapse.

As soon as this news came out, the stock price of Zhenghai International, which was in turmoil, fell continuously by the limit.

Two days later, the company finally issued an announcement saying that there were important matters to be announced. In order to protect the interests of shareholders, the stock will be suspended continuously from now on.

The market has speculated that Mr. Xiang has returned to the company to sit in charge and launched a series of emergency measures.

But what the effect will be is unknown.

Xiang Yindong rubbed his throbbing temples, and threw the phone heavily on the bedside table.

Car accidents, kidnappings, stock plunges, internal strife among directors...

The shocking words on the screen gradually dimmed and disappeared into his dark eyes.

Early the next morning, the sun shone through the cotton curtains and sprinkled on the washed white sheets, reflecting the brightness of the room.

Xiang Yindong took a shower, changed into clean clothes, and leaned on the bedside to read magazines.

Apart from the occasional headache, his physical condition has improved a lot.

When he had breakfast earlier, he borrowed some money from Fu Xueqin, and the other party gave him the only 500 yuan in his pocket without even asking the reason.

Although this solved his urgent need, he did not approve of Fu Xueqin's approach.

As the saying goes, a loving mother loses many children.

Wei Tianhan's bad deeds from childhood to adulthood are probably related to this mother's doting.

Fortunately, he is no longer the Wei Tianhan he was in the past. The 500 yuan that was given in a timely manner will be doubled in the future.

Hearing the sound of the door closing in the living room, he put down the magazine in his hand and went out with the 500 yuan in his pocket.

On the taxi bound for the imperial capital, the sun shines through the gray glass, outlining a chiseled profile face, and the wind blows in from the half-opened window, whistling.

Xiang Yindong stroked his hair disheveled by the wind, took out his mobile phone, and pressed a string of phone numbers that he knew by heart.

The phone rang for a long time, but no one answered it. In the end, only a familiar mechanical female voice came: The number you dialed is temporarily unanswered, please try again later...

He couldn't help frowning, this was already the third call he made to Zuo Tong today.

As a part of people who were born with a golden spoon in their mouths, Xiang Yindong not only has excellent conditions, but also the three or five close friends around him are by no means ordinary people.

Among this group of people, Zuo Tong is the closest to him.

Counting from the time in the compound, they have known each other for more than twenty years, and they are out-and-out faxiaoer.

It is not an exaggeration to say that I grew up wearing a pair of pants.

Although Xiang Yindong used to say that the relationship between the two of them could be called sympathy at best, or congeniality at worst.

But if something happened, the first thing he thought of was to join Zuo Tong.

Whether it is a deep-rooted trust or a habit that is too lazy to change, he never thought about it carefully.

No one answered Zuo Tong's phone, so he had no choice but to call Ying Zhen again.

Someone picked up the phone very quickly, and the voice sounded like Ying Zhen's assistant.

"Tu Jie? Let me find Ying Zhen..."

"excuse me, you are……"

"Xiang Yindong."

"Boss Xiang? You..."

"...Hello? Winter melon? Is that you?"

The voice on the phone has been replaced by Ying Zhen, her tone is full of surprise, but also a little uncertain.

"Ying Xiaohua, are you itchy again?" Xiang Yindong frowned.

There is no one who dares to call Ying Daxing like that.

"Fuck, is it really you?"

Not only was Ying Zhen not frightened by his threats, but she raised her voice, "Where the hell did you go? You threw the car into the mountains, and no one was alive or dead. Your grandpa had a heart attack in fright. , do you know?"

"My grandpa...are you alright?" Xiang Yindong's heart trembled slightly, this was actually a bit beyond his expectation, no one has found his "corpse" yet?

"It's all right now!" Ying Zhen said in an aggressive tone, "I heard from my dad that your car rolled down the hillside and it was already burnt to charcoal. Fortunately, there was no one in it..."

"yes……"

"Damn it, the funniest thing is that the Swiss policemen who have no time to eat actually said that you might commit suicide! Fuck him, his whole family committed suicide..."

Xiang Yindong felt a little funny when he heard him swearing.

From this point of view, things may be more complicated than he imagined.

"Are you still listening?"

"here I am……"

"This time I scared everyone to death. Boss Zuo went to Switzerland twice and just came back yesterday..." Ying Zhen asked anxiously, "Where are you? Have you returned to the imperial capital?"

"Well, I'm back..." Xiang Yindong exhaled, and nestled into the back of the chair, "Don't tell anyone about my return, some problems are very complicated, I have to investigate carefully!"

"Oh..." Ying Zhen immediately quieted down, and her tone became cautious, "I see, do you need my help?"

"No, I'm going to find Boss Zuo now, he has more ideas..." Xiang Yindong wiped his face with his hand, "I don't know what the hell that guy is doing, he never answers my calls!"

"Maybe it's jet lag, you go to his clubhouse to have a look!"

"Okay, let's talk later..."

After hanging up the phone, Xiang Yindong was silent for a while.

I always feel like something is choking in my throat and I can't breathe well.

Half an hour later, the taxi stopped at the entrance of "7th Heaven", one of the best private clubs in the imperial capital.

Xiang Yindong got off the car and straightened his wind-blown hair.

He is tall, wearing an old dusty windbreaker, his long hair tied behind his head, and his face is a little gray, but he still exudes an aura that cannot be underestimated. haughty.

"7thHeaven" is a property owned by Aveo Entertainment, and most of the guests are well-known figures in the business world, so confidentiality is naturally a no-brainer.

As soon as Xiang Yindong appeared, he immediately attracted the attention of the security guards.

He pretended he didn't see it, walked to the gate calmly, and reached out to press the electronic lock on the carved door.

The security guards kept following him with vigilant eyes, but no one dared to stop him.

After entering a long string of passwords, the door was easily opened.

This is Zuo Tong's private password. He lost a bet to him one day, and since then he has been in and out of "7th Heaven", as if he had entered the land of no one.

Crossing the huge lawn, he went straight to the top floor of the VIP suite area, and found box 707 familiarly.

After pressing the doorbell for a long time, and when my patience was almost exhausted, there was finally some movement inside.

With a bang, the box door slowly opened, and a tall figure appeared in front of his eyes.

The young man who opened the door was tall and tall, with smooth and shiny black hair, making his face even more plump and handsome.

It was his most familiar bad friend - the owner of Lecheng Entertainment, Zuo Tong.

Holding a glass of red wine, Zuo Tong leaned against the door frame and looked at him, his eyes were lazy and tired, and the new Givenchy shirt on his body was already a little wrinkled.

At this moment, he exuded a sense of decadence all over his body, and he was completely different from Boss Zuo, who was usually gentle, elegant and ascetic.

Xiang Yindong was stunned for no reason, and was at a loss for words for a while.

"You actually came here?" Zuo Tong's indifferent eyes were mixed with some kind of alienation, he looked at him for a long time, and then he snorted, "Why... short of money again?"

Obviously, Xiang Yindong didn't know how to answer this question.

On the way here, he had imagined many reunion scenes, but he had never imagined this scene before him.

This made him a little uneasy.

Zuo Tong glanced at him lightly, didn't speak any more, walked crookedly back to the room, leaned on the sofa and continued to drink.

This private box is very spacious, with a beige carpet, a large off-white bed, and the colors are refreshing and lively.

The light of the crystal lamp sprinkled on the white wall, and the stars were shining.

Xiang Yindong walked in, the strong smell of tobacco and alcohol in the room immediately made him cough.

"Fuck, are you burning charcoal?"

He cursed dissatisfiedly, and went straight to the window, trying to pull open the closed curtains.

But he heard a cold voice behind him.

"Wei Tianhan, did I ask you to open the window?"

A sentence without warmth, like a basin of ice water being poured down, immediately froze him in place, unable to move.

Wei Tianhan...

Zuo Tong actually called him... Wei Tianhan?

Xiang Yindong shuddered all over, turned around stiffly, and asked in a deep voice: "You...what did you call me?"