Slag to the collapse of the world [Quick Transmigration]

Yan Tong was sitting in a rented convertible sports car with a light gray windbreaker draped over the back of the seat. It was only spring, but he was only casually wearing a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up and the neckline falling below the collarbone.

He parked the car in the bank's parking lot like this, leaned on the seat, curled his fingers, and tapped the steering wheel one after another.

At this time, it was close to nine o'clock in the morning, which was the time for bank employees to go to work. There were cars sliding into the parking lot, and men or women in suits and leather shoes got out of the cars, all in simple and capable business colors, from hair to nails The sharp ones exude an elite temperament.

Yan Tong leaned on the seat for a while, but felt that the sunlight was shaking his head, so he took a geography magazine bought halfway and spread it out to cover his face.

——The entire parking lot is rigorous and well-organized. Du Yantong is driving a convertible, wearing a shirt that is only half buttoned up, and his face is covered with an aerial photo of the Palm Island, as if he is traveling through time.

Yan Tong just stared at the aerial photo of Palm Island on the cover of the magazine, closing his eyes and resting his mind while waiting for the bank to go to work.

He closed his eyes, but the presence of the sun was so strong that he couldn't fall asleep, his mind was still in a mess, and all kinds of thoughts rushed to him clamoring for more drama, which made his brain hurt.

...another fucking sleepless day.

After coming to the east early this morning, Yan Tong knew that he couldn't sleep again.

Instead of tossing and turning in bed, it’s better to find something to do for yourself——Yan Tong has always adhered to this principle, so he called up all Xu Jiezhi’s speeches since he registered his ID from the Quick Traveler Forum, and read them one by one. , while deducing his own plan.

Yan Tong thought, fortunately there are still many normal people in this world.

Even himself, when he was young and energetic, he liked to slap people, and insisted on fighting for right and wrong to win or lose.Xu Jiezhi is no exception. After reading all his speech records three times, Yan Tong came to the following conclusions. The brackets are speculations:

First, Xu Jiezhi is generally a smart person;

Second, Xu Jiezhi has internal information about the fast travel headquarters;

Third, Xu Jiezhi has a close relative of a successful person;

Fourth, the elder loves him very much (even at the expense of using his power for personal gain).

Yan Tong then confirmed the feasibility of his plan.

He sat in front of the dark wooden desk in front of the hotel, deducing all possible emergencies and countermeasures over and over again in his mind, until the sun rose in the east, and the golden sun spilled on the floor through the floor-to-ceiling windows superior.

Yan Tong got up to freshen up, and then went out in the outfit that Xiangdong had prepared for him.

He rented a convertible sports car at the place he had hoped for early in the morning. It was extremely arrogant and bright red, so red that it was so red that it slapped its claws. Then he drove around the city, and he didn't park the car at the bank until the morning rush hour road started to be congested.

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Because Yan Tong arrived early, he quickly finished his work.

He sat back in the car, put a small suitcase on the passenger seat, tidied up the hem of the windbreaker a little, then put on the sunglasses, regardless of whether it was the parking lot, he kicked the accelerator and rushed out.

Ten percent of the style of the second generation ancestors attracted passers-by to stop and watch.

In the past two days, Wu Ye was sent back to the central system for maintenance by him, and Xiang Dong also met in the early morning of this morning. Yan Tong had nothing to do in Wangcheng, so he simply drove around the city, testing the verge of violating traffic rules.

When passing downstairs of Shengyingxian Hotel, there happened to be a red light.

Yan Tong narrowed his eyes and looked up through the sunglasses.

The building is tall, there are many rooms, and they are neatly stacked. Even the reflections of the windows are exactly the same, so naturally you can't see anything.

Yan Tong thought, Sheng Yingxian's vision is really unbelievably sharp.

...How can you tell that he intends to fight with someone?

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Don't fight with people.

Yan Tong smiled inexplicably.

Since he was a child, no one has talked to him about this nonsense, his parents don't care, Xiangdong's grandson wished he could do more trouble than himself, he can be regarded as a young master anyway, he doesn't care about his own people, whoever has enough to support him He said something like this?

Yan Tong thought that Sheng Yingxian was also an interesting person, with a clear mind and sense of propriety. When he heard about him before, he thought that he must be different from him, but he didn't expect him to be honest and kind.

The red light turns green.

Yan Tong overtook the car next to him at the start, turned a few turns, and got into an underground tunnel in the city.He didn't turn on the navigation either. He downloaded the latest map of Wangcheng and walked blindly. While driving, he memorized the road.

After coming out of the tunnel, he circled the Kuaichuan headquarters far away, and then followed his usual route, driving all the way to the entrance of the intercity tunnel leading to Yecheng.

At this time, it was already past noon, Yan Tong glanced at the entrance of the tunnel, turned the car around and turned into a narrow street next to it.He thought it was noisy near the intersection, and he didn't need to cherish the rented car anyway, so he just ignored the road conditions and blindly drove to a secluded place.

After walking around the neighborhood for countless times, he finally stopped in front of a simple and clean noodle shop.

Yan Tong's equipment today is covered from head to toe with the words "I am rich", and the clothes and hairstyles are produced by stylists. Although the boss has seen many first and second generations in Wangcheng, he still can't help it. He looked at him a few more times, even with people and cars.

Yan Tong couldn't help a trace of absurdity emerged from the bottom of his heart.

It's so fucking ridiculous, it's rare for him to take care of himself so seriously, use the acting skills of a top speed wearer to play the role of a dandy second generation ancestor, but it's just for a plan that is destined to never see the light of day.

His arrogance of singing and acting is like in a beautifully decorated theater, the lights are focused, the orchestra plays mercury-like tunes, and the performers in costumes laugh and cry, but there is no one under the stage.

That's not called an actor, Yan Tong closed the door of the big red convertible sports car with his backhand, thinking through the sunglasses——

That's called a clown.

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Because it was past meal time, there were very few people in the noodle restaurant, so Yan Tong chose a seat by the window and sat down, flipped through the menu and ordered a bowl of plain noodles.

While waiting for the meeting, he turned his head and glanced out the window, and couldn't help but think of Sheng Yingxian again.

...How did Sheng Yingxian know that he likes the seat by the window?

It's as incredible as knowing that he likes to cook sweet-scented osmanthus in porridge.

When eating yesterday, Sheng Yingxian deliberately waited for a while longer, and waited for a booth by the window——Yan Tong thought that Sheng Yingxian is really amazing, he can clearly feel his picky to morbid attention.

Fortunately, the plain noodles were served soon.

Yan Tong then concentrated on the big bowl of clear water plain noodles, went to the bathroom after eating, and went to the boss to pay the bill.

The boss was cleaning the window sill, Yan Tong walked over, found an angle that the camera couldn't capture, no matter whether it was dirty or not, he casually leaned on the window sill, and first turned a bowl of plain noodles to the boss.

Then he took off his sunglasses, folded them and put them in the windbreaker pocket.

The boss was startled, not sure what this person was doing, and he couldn't bear to take a second look at the face in front of him.

"My brother," Yan Tong smiled at the boss, and took the initiative to explain: "I really like your noodles here, and you speak so hard."

The boss was praised for his craftsmanship. Although he tried his best to be humble, he couldn't hide the smile on his face. He lost all his guard at first, "Where is it, this is too flattering, too flattering. "

Yan Tong smiled again, looked at him, and asked gently: "Are you from Mocheng?"

"Almost," the boss also said with a smile: "The city is closed, next to Mocheng."

Yan Tong sighed as if he had realized something, and smiled at the boss, "I have been to Mocheng once before, and the noodles there taste very similar to yours."

"Hey," the boss felt embarrassed again: "You Wangcheng people don't seem to like this kind of food."

OK, into the set.

Yan Tong smiled very gently, and didn't mind the fact that the boss mistook his hometown, "I'm not from Wangcheng, my brother just works here."

The boss said ah, he has seen many young people who are desperately rushing to the capital, the older brothers are all so young, and the younger brother must be younger, so he couldn't help asking: "Is your family's conditions still good?"

Yan Tong got closer, and said in a low voice: "My family lives in Yecheng, my brother insisted on coming to Wangcheng, but my father disagreed, so he became stiff, and the trouble has continued until now." He said with a wry smile, and stopped outside He pointed at his red sports car, "He lost money in business, and now he owes money to others, and my dad won't give him money. I begged several times, but my dad kicked me out after he kept begging, so I had to take advantage of him. I’ve been busy for a few days and sneaked here—”

The boss understood a little bit, opened his eyes suddenly, and lowered his voice: "You want to sell the car?"

Yan Tong smiled at him again, but the boss felt that he could see the sourness in the young man's smile. He didn't know what to say, so he could only let out a long "ah".

At this moment, Yan Tong suddenly looked down at the personal terminal on his wrist, raising his brows.

The boss was taken aback, "Is there something wrong?"

"My brother," Yan Tong said simply, his voice was still very peaceful, but his expression couldn't hide his anxiety, "I'm sorry, I have to—"

As he said that, he turned around and was about to leave when he suddenly remembered something, turned around and said to the boss very quickly: "By the way, I just wanted to remind you that there is a river near your floor. There are mosquitoes, and it is better to use screens in the bathroom." He said, feeling in his pockets all over his body, and took out something and put it on the window sill in front of the boss, "Let's go, next time I have a chance to come with my brother here."

The boss glanced at the thing, his expression suddenly changed, and he was about to return it to Yan Tong in his hand, "Why—"

Yan Tong pressed his hand, looked into the eyes of the boss, and said anxiously: "Don't get me wrong, I just want my brother to be more comfortable, he doesn't like many things, you are a family—— So it should be."

The boss still wanted to refuse, but Yan Tong looked at him with a pleading tone in his tone: "It's not a lot of money, I'm in a hurry, so why don't you save face? Next time he comes, you can just give him a waiver, and I will pay him in advance." Pay the bill, okay?"

The boss took a deep breath and wanted to say more, but Yan Tong had already turned around in a hurry, put on his sunglasses and strode out, the hem of the light gray windbreaker stretched out behind him.

Immediately after the sound of the sports car starting came from the door, a red shadow roared away.

The boss stared blankly at the direction where Hong Ying disappeared, and the luster of metal leaked from between his fingers.

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Three in the afternoon.

On the street not far from Phoenix Film and Television.

A red convertible sports car was parked on the side of the road. The person in the car was wearing sunglasses and was looking up something on the navigator with his head down. From time to time, he looked up at the logo of Phoenix Film and Television on the building not far away.

Although it is not the time to commute to and from get off work, there are still many people entering and leaving the building.The eyes of people in this industry are poisonous. When passing by the convertible car, although the man in the car only showed the lower half of his face, he can still tell at a glance that he has a very photogenic appearance.

It's just that although this person looks familiar, he doesn't know him. It should be because he doesn't know which idiot newcomer came to the company with such a flamboyant car. He really has only a face but no brains.

Two or three minutes later, the brother with only a face and no brain seemed to have checked the way, and he kicked the accelerator and left.

top layer.

In the CEO's office, Ye Qing politely hung up the phone call of a well-known director, sat back in the large leather chair, took a sip of hot tea to relieve his fatigue.

She suddenly, for no reason, inexplicably, and she didn't even know why she glanced downstairs.

A sports car drove past on the street.

Red like a knife stabbed into the eye socket.

The author has something to say: The thread that Tongtong buried this time will be revealed when he returns next time.

Tomorrow into the next world