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When Zheng Ao was dealing with the Guan family, I was still working in the company.

I was going back to Li's house in the evening, and Li Xiu volunteered to pick me up.

Lu Jiaming just went back to school for class. He was in a good mood and he was not so aggressive anymore. He was still humming while driving.I didn't laugh at him, because I was afraid that he would become angry and stop humming.In fact, the people in the Li family are very fun. Although they seem to be very cold, in fact, some emotions are very exposed. It will be very difficult to get along with them, but it is very fun to watch from the side.

"You stay at home these two days." Not far from our company, he told me.

"What's wrong?" I asked him.

"You don't know?" He glanced at the rearview mirror: "Zheng Ao has been messing around these two days, and he didn't tell you?"

"What's the matter?"

"Just those people from the Guan family," Li Xiu laughed disgustedly: "I thought it would be useful if Lai stayed here, but Zheng Ao hates being pointed at me the most, how can I tolerate them?"

"Why does the Guan family have to stay in Beijing?" Although Guan Ying is strong, she has never filled her natal family with the Zheng family's things before, and recently she suddenly did so out of line.

"I'm stupid, I'm in the wrong team, who can I blame?" Li Xiu obviously has a deep grudge against the Guan family: "I pointed out the right way for them to go, but I have to pretend to be smart and try to please both sides without telling us. Now neither side is left behind. .Once Mr. Guan died, leaving a pile of pustules, Guan Ying was also soft-hearted, and wanted to tie up the Zheng family to save their lives. If it was me, let them die."

This time when I went home, I ran into Li Zhurong.

He is the kind of person with strong self-control, and he also dresses formally at home. I called Uncle Li to say hello, and I was going to find my dad.

"Come to my study."

I looked around and there was no one else.

The last time he talked to me alone was when my university gave me a house.

When I was a child, I was very afraid of his study, feeling that it was a den of dragons and tigers, especially my dad was often tricked by him to go there, and no one could be found all afternoon.The psychological shadow is too deep, and now I am reflexively nervous when I come in.The Li family's principles of cultivating heirs are probably similar to those of an ascetic monk. He has also been turned into a cold and indifferent person by these rules. It is winter, and there is a hard wooden chair in the office. I feel my spine hurt when I look at it.

He sat across from me and opened a file to read.

I struggled to resist the urge to run away.I was terrified of him, he was so cold and almost emotionless, as if the life and death of most people in this world had nothing to do with him.

"I heard you want to pay me back." He asked without looking up.

I will never be so stupid as to lie to Li Zhurong.

"I just don't think it's good to accept Uncle Li's stuff." I explained calmly, "After all, I'm an adult and I can make money by myself."

He didn't respond.

Signed a few lines on the document and threw it over with the folder.

"What you want to return, last time Zheng Yehu came to my side, I already helped you return it." He opened another document, as if the matter had passed.This is how the people of the Li family behave. They seem to have lost the ability to hear others' speech from birth. Nothing in their world will depend on the will of others.

I opened the file, and on it was a bunch of information about property transfers, signed by Zheng Yehu.

Li Zhurong seemed not ready to speak anymore. He was frowning as he looked at a stack of documents that seemed to be printed with the word "confidential". I wanted to ask again, but his posture like an ice sculpture gave me too much pressure, let alone I have been afraid of him since I was a child.

"But..." I mulled over.

He raised his head and looked at me with narrow eyes without any emotion.

"Are you still here?"

"But Uncle Zheng didn't mention this to me, and he..." has passed away now.

"That's none of my business." He lowered his head again.

I know that even if I wait here, he won't talk to me again.

When I got back to my room, I was still in a daze.

Zheng Yehu is too smart.

"Professor Qian? I'm Xu Lang."

"It's Xu Lang..." Professor Qian had been sick at home for a while, and his voice was full of energy: "Is the office okay..."

"It's all very good. Senior Sister Xue has already told you that Lawyer Su has won several big cases during this time."

"Oh, I know." Professor Qian asked me: "I heard that you moved back home to live..."

In the firm, Professor Qian is the only person who knows something about my family situation. He is a respected old lawyer in Beijing and has a certain understanding of these families.What's more, when I took part in the firm, a student at school paid such a large sum of money, he should have vaguely guessed something.

"I'm living in my own home now, Professor Qian. I'm calling this time to tell you about the shares. Is there anyone around you who can accept my shares? I want to sell."

There was silence on the phone.

"Xu Lang, are you serious or just asking?" Professor Qian kindly reminded me: "The firm is now on the rise, and the shares in your hands will only go up but not down. I can naturally find a buyer, but this It is a great loss for you..."

The expected answer.

"I will think about it again, and you can also pay attention to it for me first." I asked, "I also want to ask, if I withdraw the capital now, will it have any impact on the firm?"

"The big impact is not enough. Lawyer Su can hold on. I think he will pay to buy your share," Professor Qian analyzed: "It's just out of emotion and reason. Whether it's divestment or sale of shares, you should Come forward and say hello to Lawyer Su and the others, sit down together and explain the matter clearly. Any difficulties can be resolved..."

My heart dropped.

"I know, I will think about it again, thank you Professor Qian."

Losing money is still a trivial matter. It is not my money. As long as the increase is not lower than the depreciation rate of the currency, it doesn't matter. I was just here to pay back the money.But I don't want Lawyer Su to know that I am the funder behind Professor Qian.

I know that feeling.

This is not a surprise, it is a fright, and it is a long-term deception.He obviously owns nearly half of the equity in the firm, but he wants to come in pretending to be a rookie intern to deceive his colleagues' trust.My behavior is not even different from those general managers who privately interview employees in microservices to investigate whether employees have dereliction of duty.No matter how I explain it, I can't explain it.

As long as the truth is revealed, the friendship of living in harmony and fighting side by side in the past six months will change, the perspective will be subverted, and all the things that have been experienced together will be revealed and stamped with deception.

I can't do it.

I can only wait, as I planned, until my income is stable, and when the time is ripe, return this equity and those properties to their real owners.

Zheng Yehu is dead.

These things belonged to his son.

I can't pretend that nothing happened, forget that these things don't belong to me, and own them with peace of mind, I can't do it.

But I have no way to pay back the money immediately.

I will owe Zheng Ao a lot of money in the future.

When I went to Zheng's house again, it was already two days later.

When I went, the people from the Guan family had already left, and they were going to brave the wind and snow to return to the outside of the pass.When I was in Zheng's house, I met the Guan family. They were all very tall and strong Kanto men, wearing furs and looking more like bears. They were a little at a loss in the Guan family's living room, which was as exquisite as a painting.

It is said that the old man of the Guan family is the longest-lived one of that generation. The Guan family produced very good generals, and they fought down a large part of the map.

But those who fight the world often don't sit in the world.

What the best generals need is passion, disregarding life and death, raising their arms, taking the lead, followed by thousands of men.Just like a hero in a novel, he responds to every call, chic and magnanimous.

But now there is no need for fighting generals, what is needed is an excellent trader.

Seven orifices and exquisite heart, watching with cold eyes.There are twists and turns, countless thoughts, thousands of strands, behind a decision there are countless considerations, countless interests, and countless families in Beijing are intertwined, restraining each other, advance and retreat with evidence, and considerately.The people here are beautiful and dangerous creatures in the thorn bushes, walking freely in the rules with thorns.

People who are not familiar with the rules of the game, even with a lot of brute force, can't break through this thicket of thorns, and can only fall down covered in blood, known as one of the bones under the thorns.

The butler of the Zheng family was very happy, and told me that the husband was at the old lady's place and would come over soon, and asked me if I would like to have dinner first.

I said no, and I waited.

We've been fine since the last time he got drunk.

He was still the same, would smile at me, and would sleep with his arms around me at night as if nothing had happened.

I know he's not pretending, he just doesn't need me right now.

He only needed me so badly at certain times, in the wee hours of the morning after a long night, in the middle of the night after his loved ones pricked him, or when he just wanted a good night's sleep when he was busy with everything.He will need me very much, to the point of irreplaceable.

I don't know if this counts as family affection or dependence.

But I guess it's not love.