Boyfriends are crazy

"But he said they are legal, otherwise why would the police ignore them?"

Huang Mao scratched the back of his head and retorted unconvinced.

Shen Xibai fiddled with his mirrorless camera, carefully flipped through the photos in the camera, with a delicate expression, and when he heard Huang Mao's words, he glanced at him.

He said lightly, "MLM is an illegal operation, and it is under the control of the Industrial and Commercial Bureau. The police are not involved in this aspect."

After a pause, Shen Xibai added, "It's not just what the police are in charge of that can be called illegal. They are busy with work, and they all perform their own duties."

When Huang Mao heard it, he immediately choked up, swallowed, and was a little unconvinced, so he started to find fault again, and continued, "But their company has a record with the Ministry of Commerce, and it's not a pheasant company!"

Shen Xibai adjusted the aperture and focus of the mirrorless camera, pointed the camera at a pot of cactus by the window calmly, and continued without changing his face.

"See if you can find the business plan they submitted to the Ministry of Commerce on the Internet, and then use this plan to compare it with the tiered transfer commission he introduced to you. If his business plan does not involve tiered commissions, it is equivalent to blindfolding , avoiding the important and neglecting the minor, the company cheated a license in the name of direct sales."

Huang Mao's face was blue and white, and he probably believed it almost, but maybe for the sake of face, he still spoke a little stiffly, and said tremblingly, "I still don't believe it, but my aunt introduced it to me. My aunt is Watching me grow up with my own eyes, just like my mother, she treats me very well, she can't lie to me..."

Hearing this, Shen Xibai finally raised his head, looking helplessly at the crying boy in front of him.

Huang Mao's expression was sleepy, his back was stiff, and his face was ashen.

"The biggest characteristic of this kind of brainwashing pyramid scheme is killing familiar people..." Shen Xibai sighed slowly, his expression was light, and he was discussing the facts.

Huangmao didn't speak at all.

Shen Xibai naturally knew that he was feeling uncomfortable, so he patted him on the shoulder as comfort, "Don't think too much, she was also deceived, that's why she did this."

Immediately afterwards, he slowly replaced his camera with a spare battery, raised his head, hesitated for a moment, and asked as usual, "Are you still going to shoot today?"

Shen Xibai is a documentary photographer. The content of photography pays attention to realism, storytelling, and a certain degree of thinking, and it is deep enough. It is not just walking on the street casually. The photographic works can be called documentary work.

He has participated in many international photography competitions and has cooperated with many magazines, but his salary is extremely uncertain compared with other photographers in studios, and it is even difficult to support himself by taking photos alone.

Fortunately in his misfortune, he often posted some vlogs recording his life on a certain video website in his early years. After a long time, he also accumulated a lot of fans. With business cooperation, he barely supported his family, which made him so self-willed now. Take pictures of your favorite works.

Huangmao has completely languished, and he is in no mood to take pictures. He waved his hand and replied weakly, "Go, I have to shut myself up for a while."

Huang Mao's name is Zhang Yihong, and he is also a photography enthusiast.

Shen Xibai nodded, expressing his understanding.

Huangmao sat down on the sofa, then buried his head into the back of the sofa, and started his autistic mode.

Shen Xibai tidied up his photographic equipment, gently put it into a professional backpack, zipped it up, put the big and small bags on his back, and prepared to go out after confirming that they were correct.

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"Hey, young man, let's take pictures again."

The old man has sharp eyes, and he recognized the young man carrying the camera equipment in front of him at a glance.

Shen Xibai looked over, then showed a kind smile, and called out, "Uncle Zhu."

Uncle Zhu has gray hair and wrinkled face. He sits on a wooden chair that creaks from time to time, arched his back, and supports a wooden crutch that is about to mold in both hands. Countless.

Uncle Zhu nodded cheerfully.

Shen Xibai glanced at the uncle's side, and said with a smile, "Where's Uncle Wang who basks with you in the sun on weekdays?"

Uncle Zhu, who was originally smiling, immediately changed his face when he heard this, like a child who couldn't eat candy, and said sourly, "I was taken home by his eldest son, and I don't know when he will come back .”

After finishing speaking, he hammered the ground with his wooden stick, and he was sloppy, his eyes filled with envy that couldn't be hidden.

Shen Xibai took advantage of the opportunity to sit beside him, glanced at the earthen brick house behind him, paused for a moment, and asked, "Where's your child?"

Uncle Zhu smacked his mouth twice, his eyebrows twitched, he blew his beard and stared and said, "Who knows, I forget my father when I have a daughter-in-law, and I don't even have a phone call."

That's what he said, but it's still hard to hide the loneliness and frustration in Uncle Zhu's eyes.

After being silent for a second, Shen Xibai didn't know what he was thinking of, and suddenly approached, lowered his voice, and said in a negotiating tone, "Uncle Zhu, I want to take some photos for you, can I?"

When Uncle Zhu heard this, he immediately waved his hands, shook his head nervously, and subconsciously wanted to straighten his arched back, but his body was weak. Not only did he not sit up straight, but he started shaking uncontrollably twice, almost spraining his waist .

"How about that, I, I'm not a model, don't you have to hire a professional to take this kind of photo?"

Shen Xibai was a little surprised, and said with a smile, "Do you still know models?"

Uncle Zhu's originally shy expression suddenly relaxed, "Of course I know."

Shen Xibai followed this topic and continued to chat quietly.

This is a small county town that is not too remote. There are no subways or trains, but at least the transportation is quite convenient.

And the town where Uncle Zhu is located is also a well-known village for the elderly. It is a well-known poor town in this not-so-rich county. Even the roads are not in shape, and they are all mud, so it is difficult to deliver by express. go in.

Everyone in the town is growing tea, and there is no other way to make money. Tea sales are signed to agents, and they are squeezed to death. Poor old people, and young children.

Shen Xibai is currently shooting documentary works with the main themes of "left-behind elderly" and "empty-nest elderly".

It is also for this reason that he visited many places before choosing to come here.

"Uncle Zhu, what do you usually like to do?" Shen Xibai asked with a smile.

Uncle Zhu picked up the teacup, took a sip, looked into the distance, and said in a lonely and sentimental tone, "Drink tea, bask in the sun, grow vegetables, grow tea..."

Uncle Zhu hadn't finished speaking when he suddenly turned around and frowned at Shen Xibai and said, "I can also do calligraphy and abacus."

"You still know these things?" Shen Xibai was really surprised now.

Uncle Zhu nodded his head, and proudly raised his chest, "That's not true, let me tell you, in this village, I'm the one who writes about red and white things, big and small."

He paused, feeling a little emotional, "Nowadays with calculators, mobile phones, etc., no one knows about abacus."

Shen Xibai nodded in agreement.

It seems that Uncle Zhu hasn't talked with anyone about this for a long time, and once the chatterbox is opened, he can't stop it anymore.

"Is the chat over? Come to eat?"

A slightly hoarse boyish voice suddenly sounded behind Shen Xibai, with a strange accent.

For some reason, Shen Xibai shuddered without warning the moment he heard the voice, and then turned around in surprise.

The boy stood against the light and stood where the sun appeared, Shen Xibai was in a daze for a moment, and his throat tightened a little.

In the next second, Shen Xibai faintly met a pair of dark brown pupils.

The boy was tall and thin, his sickly white face was silhouetted in the warm sunlight, and he seemed to be glowing as a whole.

The boy has the youthful vigor unique to teenagers, but his face is clear and upright, the corners of his mouth are raised up like a smile but not a smile, and the slender and soft hair is also slowly fluttering with the wind.

Shen Xibai's Adam's apple rolled slightly, and he looked at Uncle Zhu in a daze.

Uncle Zhu was very happy to see the boy's expression. He hammered the ground a few times with his cane, and then shouted, "Xiao Xu."

The boy held a large wooden box in his hand, and walked slowly towards the two of them.

The moment the boy approached, Shen Xibai was inexplicably like a rabbit that couldn't find a nest, his eyes became dodgy, he lowered his head, and then touched the back of his head.

"Let me introduce you. His name is Xiao Xu. I, the old man, now rely on him to take care of me."

Uncle Zhu's tone was filled with genuine pride, and even his voice was raised a bit.

Shen Xibai was a little surprised, but the boy suddenly smiled shyly at him, showing his canine teeth, and looking at Shen Xibai with shining eyes.

The moment the boy laughed, Shen Xibai felt a tingling electric current rushing through his brain nerves, like a secretive and crazily multiplying cancer cell, and by the time it was discovered, it was too late.

Shen Xibai stood up, opened his lips nervously and said, "I, my name is Shen Xibai, and I'm a photographer."

The boy's expression was dull, he stared at Shen Xi's white and red lips, and the tip of his tongue brushed his lower lip, like a bad cat with a greedy mouth, "I know."

Shen Xibai became even more nervous, and stood up abruptly.

But his reaction was so violent that the chair legs scraped against the floor and hissed harshly.

Shen Xibai glanced over his head in embarrassment, so that he missed the dark light flashing past in the boy's eyes, with unmodified madness and abnormal excitement.

Uncle Zhu couldn't see the undercurrent between the two of them, but he had a happy face and asked with some relief, "What delicious food did Xiao Xu make today?"

The boy chuckled, put the wooden box aside, then easily picked up the four-corner table behind the old man, and put it in front of Uncle Zhu.

The delicacies were also displayed one by one, all of which were home-cooked.

Hot and sour potato shreds, fish-flavored pork shreds, mapo tofu, seaweed soup.

Every dish is super large, and even the rice is the amount of three or four adult men, so there is no need to worry about not having enough.

Seeing this, Uncle Zhu immediately laughed from ear to ear, and let out a satisfied sigh, "Today is so rich."

The boy didn't answer, he stared at Shen Xibai's face with scorching eyes, his eyes unscrupulously wrapped around Shen Xibai's body greedily and longingly.

He laughed again, and a low laugh came from the boy's throat, "Mr. Shen, do you want to eat together?"