I see myself

Fang Zhan's mother is a very amazing person.

Not to say good or bad, but a distinctive personality, once you get along with her, you will never forget it.

At the invitation of Fang Zhan, Lin Hui went to the bar upstairs in the hotel and sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows with a nostalgic look on his face.

"Every time in class, she always speaks softly, telling us that we must have passion for this major, and the future prospects are infinitely bright. Even if someone in class answers absurdly because of distracted answers, she will first praise the unique perspective, and then give the answer Make corrections and let the students feel sorry for themselves first."

"Until one time, our experiment lasted until early in the morning, and we were sleepy and bored, so we asked her, teacher, are you learning this for interest? She was silent for a while before answering, what interest, for survival."

Fang Zhan knew that he was trying to express his goodwill and bring the relationship closer, so he also listened to him silently, and laughed out loud when he heard the back.

"I really didn't know that she studied chemical engineering to make money. Seeing that she was serious, I always thought it was a hobby."

Lin Hui leaned on the sofa casually, and said with a smile:

"It is already a great person to be able to do a line of work and love a line, let alone achieve the achievements of a teacher."

There was a band playing the cello in the bar, most of the other people were sitting nearby, only their side was near the corner, so it was quieter.

Fang Zhanxu leaned back and changed the subject,

"I heard from my mother that Mayor Lin's grades were very good when he was in school. I don't know why he didn't work in a related industry after graduation?"

Lin Hui shook the cup,

"I felt ashamed of my teacher when I gave up my studies in order to survive. It makes me feel even more ashamed of you calling me that. Why don't you call me Brother Lin."

After finishing speaking, he took another sip of the vodka in the glass, implying something,

"However, it might be more comfortable to do other jobs. At night, I can sit with Mr. Fang at a street stall and talk about life, and I don't need to find a teahouse to entertain Mr. Jiang in the morning."

Holding the cup, Fang Zhan was taken aback for a moment.

"Jiang Shao means..."

"Jiang Yansheng."

Lin Hui smiled,

"I heard that he is working under Mr. Fang now. I wonder if Mr. Fang has heard of his background?"

Fang Zhan nodded,

"Know a little, but not much."

"Boss Fang wants to ask me for something tonight, so why not go to him."

Lin Hui picked up the topic,

"It's inconvenient for me to get stiff on the bright side, but Young Master Jiang has always been an unscrupulous person. Maybe my future will depend on him."

These words sound a bit ugly, but the meaning inside is more.

Lin Hui was at odds with the secretary, and he supported them in making a fuss, but he just wanted Jiang Yansheng to take the risk and calm down the people below.

After all, Jiang Yansheng has a good father and a good grandfather, and he will not go on an official career in the future. It sounds like there is almost no real loss.

Fang Zhan lowered his eyes, but the address did not change.

"I don't know what Mayor Lin wants him to do?"

Lin Hui stared at him for a moment, then smiled,

"I don't have the right to instruct him. Mr. Fang might as well wait and see tomorrow. I'm actually very curious."

The charity auction was initiated by a local art club, and it was held in a building in the city center, but the entry and exit controls were very strict, there was no media, and electronic equipment was blocked.

Wang Yan finished the transcript at the police station yesterday, and went back to Beijing to attend a report meeting for Fang Zhan. At this time, she just rushed over from the airport, and she saw Fang Zhan waiting on a chair in the lobby downstairs. The luggage was stored at the service desk on the first floor, and he walked over in high heels.

Fang Zhan had already stood up, saw that she was wrapped in a windbreaker, and asked,

"Do you want to accompany you to buy a dress next to me?"

Wang Yan blinked at him and smiled,

"Don't worry, you will never lose Kai Nuo's face."

After entering the elevator, she handed the coat to Fang Zhan, and stretched out her hand to loosen the ponytail, and tidied it up in the elevator mirror.

When the floor arrived, the two just joined arms.

Fang Zhan put his coat on his arms, handed over the invitation letter, and said:

"Go back and ask the finance department to give you a bonus."

Wang Yan's eyes lit up, and she played the role of female companion more conscientiously.

The auction venue was set up like a reception, with bouquets and wine glasses placed on each white round table. Although the venue was large, there were not many places.

Fang Zhan walked through the corridor when entering the door, walked up two steps, and directly pulled Wang Yan to a table in the corner, and confirmed the location of the auction with the staff.

Someone was curious about him and wanted to come over to have a chat, so Wang Yan blocked him back as best he could.

It wasn't until another group of people in suits and leather shoes entered the venue that the scattered people gradually moved closer to the center.

Fang Zhan looked up, and saw Jiang Yansheng standing beside Lin Hui, smiling at him and making lip smacks, passing the people surrounding him.

Fang Zhan: ...he didn't study criminal investigation, why does this person think he can understand it.

Wang Yan also saw someone nearby, she tilted her head and asked Fang Zhan, a little curious,

"How did Young Master Jiang get in touch with them?"

Fang Zhan glanced at her,

"His grandfather was in politics in Beijing."

Didn't say specific, just clicked the key.

Wang Yan was taken aback for a moment, looking at Jiang Yansheng, who was at ease, and sighed:

"If my family is rich and powerful, I also want to be a bastard waiting to die..."

The latter words may feel inappropriate, so I swallowed them back.

Fang Zhan said for her,

"Dude? Trash?"

Wang Yan didn't dare to answer any more, and just happened to start the auction, so she changed the subject,

"Do you have any plans to wait?"

It can't be true that you only come to participate in an auction.

Fang Zhan flipped through the exhibit book on the table, and glanced at the table in the middle of the first row.

"Although the quality is uneven, there are still a few good things. When you take photos that are pleasing to the eye, you can count them as poverty alleviation for the leaders here."

He was very clear about the word poverty alleviation, but the auction was in the name of donating funds for poverty alleviation. Wang Yan remembered it in his heart and didn't think about it.

When the auction drew to a close, the number of bidders suddenly began to increase.

A calligraphy work from the late Ming Dynasty was called from 10,000+ to more than 500 million, which is also the highest price in the audience today. When Wang Yan was trying to remember who the calligraphy author was and why it was so valuable, she saw that there was no one next to it. Sheng's own boss also raised the number plate

— 3000.

She was keenly aware that something was wrong, and opened the booklet that Fang Zhan had flipped through just now, and saw the small print on the bottom of the work at a glance.

Donor: Lin Hui.

The audience was stunned for a moment by the directly doubled bidding, only the auctioneer was left repeating the price and the buyer, and finally the hammer fell and the deal was completed.

Half of the funds go to targeted poverty alleviation, and half go to donors.

Almost as obvious as a bribe.

She finally remembered the mobile phone that was sealed when she entered the venue. When the auction was over, she was about to ask Fang Zhan why he was not the secretary of the city/committee committee contacted by Director Xiao, when there was a sudden noise downstairs.

Almost all the people at the auction had left, but when Fang Zhan and the two went downstairs, they found that no one was left behind and were blocked at the door.

The main door and the side door are filled with journalists who heard the news and people watching and taking pictures.

Wang Yan handed the phone to Fang Zhan, and almost all the news feeds showed a message - who is supporting the surrogacy village?

When an entry is deleted, a new one will be added immediately.

It's not that no one stopped it, but someone deliberately wanted the public to see it.

This method is indeed simple and crude.

Several leaders were escorted to the car outside. Fang Zhan stood behind and wanted to wait for the crowd to follow them before leaving, but suddenly a reporter from the financial newspaper recognized him and took two steps forward to raise the microphone. ,

"Mr. Fang, I heard that you were the one who discovered this matter, and you were the one who called the police to rescue him. What do you think about the follow-up of this matter?"

Then he pointed the flashlight at his crowd,

"Mr. Fang, you once said that you only make profits, so will you choose to give up development this time?"

"Boss Fang..."

Fang Zhan was not going to reply, and just when he was about to retreat into the building, a force suddenly put his hand on his back.

Jiang Yansheng smiled at the media,

"We will continue the development. After all, there are not only villains in the village, but also innocent people who need help."

"May I ask who you are, do you want to make money for the murderer?"

"Are you trying to exchange traffic for benefits?"

The questions became sharper and sharper. Jiang Yansheng pointed at the camera of the reporter who first asked Fang Zhan, and said slowly:

"We want this to never happen again."

After finishing speaking, he whispered something in Fang Zhan's ear,

"Come on."

Then he forcibly pulled his wrist and ran.

Fang Zhan broke free for a while but didn't, and then saw him lead himself onto a bus that was about to close.

A reporter chased them for a few steps in the dark, saw them hesitate for a moment in the car, and then turned around.

The car was already driving, and Fang Zhan, who was forced to come up, stood at the door, glanced at Jiang Yansheng who had already sat down, and asked a very practical question,

"Have you brought any money?"

"..."

He took out the wallet, glanced at the red inside, and then looked at the slogan next to it——

One yuan once, no change will be given.

It was nearly ten o'clock in the evening, and there were only four or five people sitting scattered on the bus. Fang Zhan held the handrail helplessly and asked him to collect the money, and then used his mobile phone to transfer the money to an aunt behind. took two coins.

He stumbled back to the front again and dropped a coin in the bus driver's sneak peek.

Jiang Yansheng was sitting in the second row behind the driver. Seeing that Fang Zhan was sitting near the door, he followed him.

The windshield occupies more than half of the front view, and the passing vehicles are driving on the road that has just been lightly rained, reflecting mottled lights through the water.

Fang Zhan spoke first.

"Is the chain of interests written in that article true?"

Jiang Yansheng hummed,

The tone rose.

"…speak nicely."

Jiang Yansheng looked at him proudly,

"Lin Hui has been investigating this matter for a long time, but there is no one who is not afraid of anything and can dig them out from the root to the top, so I pushed behind."

As he spoke, he turned his face sideways, raised his eyebrows and eyes,

"Aren't you going to compliment me?"

Fang Zhan laughed and said:

"You did very well."

"That's it?"

Jiang Yansheng was obviously dissatisfied,

"Anyway, I also gave a push to your little lover's project by the way, and now the news is almost full of positive comments on you, shouldn't you give me a few more compliments, treat me to a meal or something? "

He was able to speak out frankly by turning the object of his crush into a little lover.

Fang Zhan didn't answer his words, and sat aside with his arms folded, listening to the prompt in the car:

"It's almost time to stop, let's go down and talk."

Jiang Yansheng sat on the outside and stared at him without moving.

He had another thing on his mind at this moment.

Fang Zhan's lighter is still in his pocket, and he can feel the wear and tear on the edge of the leather through the touch of his fingers. It can be seen at a glance that the owner cherishes it very much and has carried it with him for many years.

He fumbled in his pocket, opened his mouth,

"I was kidnapped as a child."

Fang Zhan stopped when he was about to stand up, looked up at him, and remembered the dream he had the first day he saw him.

"At that time, someone was tied up with me. I kept looking for him, but there was no clue of his identity. I just remember that he was very afraid of the dark. After being pressed into the water by that woman, he was shaking all over and was still wet. Hold me, nagging repeatedly not to be afraid, he will take me out."

He said, the other party smiled,

"You must also be afraid of the dark, right?"

The pale face at the foot of the mountain that night, and the corridor lights in the hotel that never turned off, made him know that it was impossible, but he still remembered it in his heart.

Fang Zhan saw his rare look of anticipation, and after thinking for a while, he said tactfully,

"I didn't live in Beijing when I was a child, and my personality was withdrawn to the point of autism. It was not until I moved here in junior high school and changed the environment. If you mean the kidnapping was in Beijing before that..."

He thought of all kinds of things after the age of 8, and made a judgment,

"I have never been kidnapped."

Jiang Yansheng was silent for a moment, then returned to his smiling face,

"I'm just asking, it's not important, there is no such coincidence in the world."

Said, changed the subject,

"Which one of the Ruan family do you like? The main house, or the one raised outside? You should let me know who your rival is."

He still looked cynical, but there was a bit of pain in his eyes.

Fang Zhan avoided such familiar gazes, but felt uncomfortable for some reason.

He thought about what he said before, and analyzed in his mind why Jiang Yansheng had such feelings that he shouldn't have, and then calmly called out,

"Jiang Yansheng."

His face was almost cold, but his words were earnest, and he spoke slowly,

"If you're just friends, I can do well. You don't have to take a drop of water from me carefully, implicitly and tentatively, because I can give you the whole jar in my arms, and catch it again." You don't let you fall."

"But to talk about other things, I'm not as dedicated as you think, and you don't need to go any further."

He is not a person who defends himself like a jade for love, and he can even agree to associate with Jiang Yansheng right now.

But he didn't want to.

Because it is Jiang Yansheng, because he understands the urgent psychology of wanting to catch the only person who affirms himself because he doubts himself, so it is unnecessary.

Jiang Yansheng listened and was silent for a while.

He didn't ask aloud, what about you, would you take the initiative to ask others for it?

Because he suddenly understood at this time, the word withdrawn is four words.

It's not their character, appearance, or body, but their souls are curled up, alive, isolated from the world and longing for touch.

It just so happens that he's not normal, and he's not normal either.

The few people in the car got off at the halfway stop, and the two sat side by side, and they were about to reach the finish line.

He took out the lighter that had been warmed by his own body temperature, played with it a few times and said:

"You can set up a charitable fund to donate all the income of the resort in the past few years, and gradually change the public's impression. Losses in the early stage are unavoidable, but it will take two or three years after the completion of the project. By then, everyone will forget about it. It’s impossible to tell about that.”

"As for your surname Ruan, if he wants to fight for power, who knows if there will be side effects after such a long time. There is no need to rush this point."

Finally, he handed the lighter to Fang Zhan, breaking the suddenly suppressed atmosphere between the two, and casually said with a bit of a joke:

"Leave this matter to me. If everything can be on the right track a year ago, how about you agree to my request?"

The car stopped suddenly.

The driver cursed at the front,

"Where is the wild cat?"

Because Jiang Yansheng let go of the handle, he almost staggered into Fang Zhan's arms, but he stopped with his hands resting on the glass.

The lighter was still in his hand, and Fang Zhan reached out to take it, as if he didn't notice the state of the two of them, and didn't warn him not to make any demands.

Just nodded slightly,

"can."

The two were close at hand, and Jiang Yansheng's eyes unconsciously watched his Adam's apple rolling, and then moved to his lips.

Then he turned his eyes away, retreated Anan, stepped down the stairs, and smiled,

"Let's go, get out of the car and treat you to dinner."

It's rare to know what restraint is.

The author has something to say: Alright, I will take a day off tomorrow, go out to give away New Year’s goods and change Chapter 1, and come back the day after tomorrow! (By the way, please don’t run 555T▽T

However, I feel that the more I write about the attack, the more I go astray. What type of attack should this be, a gentle scum elite attack?Calm and introverted elite attack?Or is it a bit dark and gentle?When I wanted to change the copywriting, I found that I couldn't tell the difference between the hard-working elite and the adjective of flowing water.