Cubs can't, at least they shouldn't

"What?" Xing Ce yelled on the phone, "Say it again? What do you mean by the company's full arrival, and the arrival is for the surname Gu?"

Jiang Song probably thought that he would be angry, and explained patiently: "The other shareholders of the company will not move, and there is no big difference to you. It's just that my identity has changed, but most things are still controlled by me. .”

"But Mr., the company's surname is Gu, isn't it?" Xing Ce was furious, "Wolf, wolf ambition! How can he have the face to live in your house? Where is he now, I'll go find him!"

"Why are you looking for him?" Jiang Song lowered his voice, "Your equity, and other people's equity, are not affected. It's just that my shares have been transferred to his name. What are you talking to him about?"

"What did I ask him for? I asked him who he learned from? I asked him that you raised him and that's how he repaid you? Is he still a person? Jiang Song, this, this matter I'll take care of it." Xing Ce's voice sounded panting, followed by the sound of closing the car door, "Are you at home? I'll come right now."

Jiang Song glanced at the laymen sitting quietly in the squatter room, and lowered his voice, "There is nothing to say about this matter, you calm down, I will go to your house to find you later."

He let out a long breath after putting down the phone, and drank the soy milk in his hand.

In the past few days at home, Jiang Song can sleep until ten o'clock almost every day.

He was carrying huge debts, but he slept more and more steadily every day.

Jiang Song felt that he couldn't blame him entirely.

Every day when Gu Changzhen got up, he didn't open the curtains and there was no movement. Jiang Song woke up naturally by himself.

But today, on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, Gu Changxi started calling him before four o'clock in the morning.

At first it was just a pat on the shoulder.

Jiang Song didn't wake up easily, so he grunted, turned over and continued to sleep.

"Jiang Song, get up." Gu Changxi gently rubbed his lower back.

Jiang Song thought he was dreaming, and blinked twice, "Is it dawn?"

Gu Changxi helped him sit up on the bed, "Wake up."

Jiang Song still didn't wake up, resting his chin on Gu Changzhen's shoulder, "Stomach hurts..."

Jiang Song used to be like this. When he wanted to stay in bed, the excuse was very simple. As long as he couldn't afford it, it must be a stomachache.

But he really has a bad appetite, Gu Changxi never careless.

He reached into his pajamas and gently touched his stomach, "Your stomach is fine."

Jiang Song didn't move.

"It's too late to wake up." Gu Changxi put his earlobe in his mouth, and took a serious bite.

Jiang Song woke up in pain, "Hiss—what's wrong with you?"

Seeing that he was almost awake, Gu Changxi handed him the clothes on the bedside table, "Put it on, let's go out today."

As soon as I touched the clothes, I knew that they had been dried in advance. They were warm, dry and soft.

Jiang Song held back his breath for getting up, and after wearing it for a long time, he didn't get out of the collar of the sweater, and fell back on the bed discouraged.

As soon as Gu Changxi reached out to support him, he pushed him away with his hand, "What are you doing? Even if I owe you money, it's still a legal holiday! Can't I start work tomorrow? It's illegal for you to force me to get up now."

"Do you owe one or two yuan?" Gu Changzhen actually smiled, "Get up, don't stay in bed, you will have a headache later."

"I don't have a headache," Jiang Song was furious, "I don't have a headache at all until ten o'clock! I only get a headache when someone wakes me up!"

"Okay." Gu Changzhen's tone was a little less irritating, "I just put crispy rice in the seafood porridge, if you don't eat it, it will be skin."

Jiang Song stood up on the bed for a while, then got up angrily and continued to drill the neckline.

Gu Changxi just stood aside to watch the fun, and didn't reach out to help him.

After eating a full breakfast, Jiang Song was basically fully awake. He tilted his head and asked Gu Changxi, "What are you doing up so early?"

"Go to Jifu Temple." Gu Changxi handed him his overcoat and put on his own.

Jiang Song saw that the clothes of both of them were dark, "Do you still believe in Buddhism?"

It used to be that Jiang Zhengguo would go to the temple to burn incense and worship Buddha on the first and fifteenth day of every month. Jiang Song also went there several times when he was a child.

It's just that my father burned so much sesame oil, and finally ended up dead without a whole body, which didn't seem to have accumulated any blessings for the Jiang family.

Those days and nights when life was worse than death always made Jiang Song understand that there is no Bodhisattva who saves suffering in this world.

If people don't save themselves, they will only end up in ashes and smoke.

Gu Changxi never showed any reverence for gods and Buddhas since he was a child, and he was sent abroad before he was an adult. Jiang Song thought he was also an atheist.

It was only when Jiang Song got in the car that he realized that Secretary Zhou was there, so he probably had a clue in his heart.

Gu Changxi is now officially moving to the domestic market, probably doing as the Romans do, to make a good start for this year's business.

Jifu Temple is said to be the most efficacious temple in the area, with the largest number of faithful men and women. It is located on Heri Mountain in the suburbs of the city, and incense burns continuously all year round.

Fifteen is a positive day.

It was still dark when Jiang Song and the others parked the car, and the foot of the mountain was already full of vehicles that came to offer incense and pray for blessings.

Heri Mountain is not high, but there are nearly a thousand steps from the foot of the mountain to the main hall.

Jiang Song is lazy and has nothing to ask for, "I don't want to worship Buddha, you just go up, I'll wait for you in the parking lot."

"No." Gu Changxi grabbed his elbow, "You have to go up with me."

Jiang Song thinks that I won't get involved with you in those matters at Vanity Fair, and it's useless for me to go up.

He thought of a euphemism: "I really can't help you when I go up. Even if the Bodhisattva sees me, he may not feel that you are sincere."

"You are an employee of my company now, and I didn't ask you to give me gifts and bribes. I just ask you to walk two steps with me, isn't it okay?" Gu Changxi spoke forcefully, but his eyes drooped slightly .

What he said made Jiang Song a little bit embarrassed.

The creditor has been cooking at home for half a month, and he didn't even accompany these two steps, which seems a little unreasonable.

But Jiang Song's physical strength was there, and he was already sweating after walking two hundred steps.

"You go up a few more floors," Gu Changzhen supported one of his elbows, "just walk to 'Xiao Wangyue'."

Jiang Song has heard that "Little Moonwatcher" is about halfway up the mountain, and it is actually a place for pilgrims to rest and prepare for their return journey.

Some people come down from the top of the mountain, and some people climb here and go straight down the mountain.

In the first half of Heri Mountain, there is a Buddhist temple every one hundred steps, but in the second half of the mountain, there is only a "Hundred Years of Worriless Hall" on the top of the mountain.

There are more than 300 steps from "Xiao Wangyue" to the top of the mountain. People worship three times and nine times, seeking fame and fortune, descendants, marriage, and peace.

There are many people who come to Heri Mountain, but very few people really want to go to the top of the mountain.

Jiang Song felt that it was actually easy to understand. There are so many gods and Buddhas that can be sought in the first half of the journey, and almost all that should be sought can be obtained. Why spend half a day kneeling and kowtowing?

But if Gu Changxi wanted to go up, he couldn't stop him from being sincere.

After all, making money is a big deal.

When it came to "Little Wangyue", Jiang Song thought that Secretary Zhou would follow Gu Changxi up, but he saw that he stayed with him.

Jiang Song was afraid of getting him into trouble, so he didn't ask Secretary Zhou about Gu Changxi, but just dragged him to chat for a while.

The schoolbag that Secretary Zhou was carrying was like a treasure chest. He took out a cup of hot sugar water for a while, and two plain buns for a while.

"Mr. Jiang, are you hungry?" Secretary Zhou asked him after a while, "I also brought a golden cake."

Jiang Song didn't know if the little secretary could worry so much when he was with Gu Changzhen, so he asked him with a smile, "Why do you always think I'm hungry? Do I look good?"

"Mr. Gu said that you have a poor appetite, so you can't be hungry if you eat small meals often." The little secretary said solemnly, "And the journey up the mountain must have consumed a lot of energy."

Jiang Song couldn't help teasing him, "You know I owe you a lot of money, Mr. Gu, right? If you eat this one bite at a time, won't you owe more and more?"

Secretary Zhou still answered him seriously: "Mr. Gu said that all your funds are about to be frozen. The daily expenses of food, clothing, housing and transportation will be borne by him, and the wages will be paid by him himself."

Jiang Song suddenly failed to recover from this heavy blow, "What do you mean? My money will be in his hands from now on?"

"To be precise, from tomorrow until Mr. Gu pays you your salary, your assets will be cleared." Secretary Zhou was very strict.

"Okay," Jiang Song already had the basic quality of having fun while suffering, and quickly adjusted, "At least your company still provides food and housing."

Secretary Zhou nodded, "There are also clothes, travel and other expenses."

Jiang Song didn't know what to say to the little secretary, so he gritted his molars and started to look in the hall of "Little Wangyue".

In fact, there is also a God of Wealth enshrined in "Little Mochizuki", and a row of pilgrims kneel on the futon in front.

Jiang Song didn't ask gods or worship Buddha, but when he went out, he saw a little novice monk writing talismans standing at the gate of the hall.

"What is the benefactor asking for?" Seeing him stop, the little novice raised his head and asked him.

Originally, Jiang Song didn't intend to invite anything, but since he was asked, he was embarrassed to leave.

"Please be safe," he said with a smile.

The little novice asked him again: "Give it to the old man or the child?"

"Please give it to Xiao..." He frowned and changed his words again, "Please give it to a friend."

The little novice wrote it seriously, recited a section of Buddhist scriptures, and handed him the square of the talisman paper.

At this time, two little girls passed by the shop door, one of them was exclaiming in a low voice: "Did you see the merit plaque just hung in the Sansou Temple? There are so many 'nines'!"

"I'm exhausted from climbing up. I don't care to look at other people's merit cards... and there are plenty of big money. Money is just a number to people."

"Tsk tsk, it is said that he offered three rows of long-burning lamps in the main hall, and the thirteen sticks of incense in the Buddhist altar at the entrance were also invited by the same person."

"Hey, that row of noodles is really big enough. I heard that Zen Master Cideng personally consecrates one person every year on the [-]th day. This big guy should be rushing here today, right?"

Jiang Song scanned the QR code to transfer the ten yuan of merit, and felt a little emotional: someone threw thousands of dollars to donate merit, and this ten yuan may be the last money he can freely control.

It's normal. In the past, he heard that a businessman consecrated Jade Pixiu, and the sesame oil money would have to be burned for several days and nights even if it was burned directly as paper.

Xing Ce called him at this time.

In fact, from the first day of junior high school until now, Gu Changzhen has never let him go out.

Xing Ce came to the house twice, and Jiang Song was afraid that he would start a fight with Gu Changzhen, so he never mentioned the company's shares.

Unexpectedly, Xing Ce found out about it himself, so he came to Xingshi to inquire about the crime at noon.

Although it is not clear who released the news, apart from Jiang Song, it can only be Gu Changxi himself.

Holding the small peace talisman, he sighed slightly.

"Hey, I said who is this?" Wu Qingshan's voice sounded, and Jiang Song was agitated for a while, and was about to leave without raising his head.

"My cousin just came to worship the God of Wealth, isn't it a little late?" Wu Qingshan said with a smile, "No one knows about the Jiang family changing their surname to Gu!"

Jiang Song looked at him coldly, "Then what does Wu always come to pray for? Pray that the evil deeds will not be exposed, or that black money will roll in?"

"Look at you, look at you," Wu Qingshan shook his head with a smile, "I said that without any malice. Jiang's family name is Gu, what good will it do me? It will be a relief for you to lose the hot potato of the Jiang family."

He leaned in front of Jiang Song, "But after all, it's a pity that the fat water has flowed into the fields of outsiders. If I had known that your shares were cheaper today, Gu Changxi, it would be better to hand them over to my brother. After all, We are the family whose blood is thicker than water, right?"

Jiang Song also smiled, "Since you are here, you believe that the three feet above your head is a god. Do you dare to say that you are worthy of my Jiang family?"

Wu Qingshan laughed arrogantly, "I am ashamed, of course I am ashamed! I failed to persuade my young and ignorant cousin to rein in the precipice, and in the end he was left homeless and homeless. How can I be ashamed? "

He made a gesture of putting his hands together, "I'm sorry for my uncle, and I'm sorry for you too."

Jiang Song squinted at him slightly.

"I see you say it again and again, your lips are worn out, and you don't want to listen." Wu Qingshan put away his smile, "I asked you to transfer the shares to me, but you refused; I asked you to do it for me. Gu Changxi, you refuse. From then to now, I can only persuade you one more time."

"No need." Jiang Song felt disgusted even if he looked at him more than once.

"Whether you listen or not, I, as a brother, have to say it." Wu Qingshan lowered his voice, "Since the company still manages it for you, as long as you don't help Gu Changxi, you are helping your own family, do you understand? ?”

"Can you stop treating yourself like an outsider?" Jiang Song frowned, "What are you? Are you my own family?"

"Don't lie in front of the Buddha, you are my own family because of my blood." Wu Qingshan smiled brightly, "Otherwise, do you think you have other family members?"

"Mr. Wu, it's been a long time." Gu Changxi pulled the red-eyed Jiang Song behind him to cover him.

When Wu Qingshan saw Gu Changxi, his imposing manner was half a head short, and he could only hold his head up, "I didn't expect Mr. Gu to be so caring, and he even knew that he would come to Jifu Temple during the Chinese New Year."

"Sincerity leads to spirit." Gu Changxi looked down at him slightly, "What's the business of Mr. Wu coming to such an irrelevant place again?"

Wu Qingshan was stabbed by him, and his tone was even weirder, "Speaking of 'guigan', Mr. Gu's 'feat' to the Jiang family is indeed admirable. It's just that the relationship between you and the holy place of the Buddhist temple is probably an obstacle to the view. gone."

"Are we unsightly?" Jiang Song couldn't help it, "Can you look in the mirror? You can't wait to write the words 'delinquent, murder and set fire' on your face? You didn't know about the student loan back then? Yours You don’t know what the money was exchanged for?”

Wu Qingshan's face changed obviously, "I don't understand what you are talking about."

"You better not understand." Jiang Song remembered that he was sure that his father was killed by the Wu family, but he might not be able to find evidence for the rest of his life, and his breathing became difficult.

Gu Changxi pulled him back again, looked at Wu Qingshan peacefully, "The city gave me a new development project, Gu's exclusive may not be able to handle it, I plan to hold a small party after the new year, if Mr. Wu has If you are interested, you must come when the time comes."

"Haha, Mr. Gu is a sensible person." Wu Qingshan looked at Jiang Song's eyes full of sarcasm, "After all, only those who can afford it can play together, don't be like some people who take the blame for their own failure."

Wu Qingshan left triumphantly.

After Jiang Song's anger went down, his mood was a little complicated.

Gu Changxi took the shares of the Jiang family and immediately announced it to the world, and now he is showing his favor to Wu Qingshan.

In the past, he never had the slightest suspicion of Gu Changxi, but today he is not sure whether he should believe it or not.

After all, six years is too long.

As if he couldn't see Jiang Song's gaze, Gu Changxi turned to look for Secretary Zhou, "What did he eat?"

Secretary Zhou reported realistically: "A cup of hot soy milk, half a vegetarian bun, and two grapes."

After Gu Changxi listened, he grabbed Jiang Song's cold hand, "Hungry?"

In Jiang Song's heart, heaven and man are at war, and there are some unspeakable entanglements.

He avoided Gu Changzhen's eyes, and pulled his hand back, "I'm not hungry."

Gu Changxi looked down at him for a while, and rubbed the end of his eyes with his thumb, "I've eaten so much since noon, and you're still not hungry?"

Now this kind of concern also made Jiang Song somewhat conflicted, he pushed Gu Changzhen's hand away, "Stop asking me all the time, don't I know if I'm hungry or not?"

As soon as Gu Changzhen's yellow eyes narrowed, Jiang Song knew that he had pissed him off.

He leaned slightly towards Jiang Song, which was a very gentle gesture.

But there was a sincere ferocity in his mouth, "Are you angry because of Wu Qingshan? I can kill now..."

Jiang Song immediately covered his mouth, "What place is this! How dare you talk nonsense here?"

Unfamiliar with Buddhist rules, he didn't know what to say to make the Buddha not blame Gu Changxi, and in the end he could only say a few words, "Children's words are boundless".

After confirming that Gu Changzhen would stop talking nonsense, Jiang Song let go of his hand.

"Are you still angry?" Gu Changzhen's face turned red from his covering, and it seemed that the killing intent was not so strong, "Are you hungry?"

Jiang Song stuffed the peace talisman he had just asked for into his hand, "I heard that I will be penniless tomorrow, and this counts as today's meal money."

Gu Changxi stared at the little yellow triangle for a long time, and took out a string of sea yellow bracelets from his pocket.

He first stretched the bracelet with his fingers, then held Jiang Song's hand, and slowly crossed over.

Such a white and slender wrist will hold that heavy string of Buddhist beads.

Each dark amber bead is fully entwined with golden thread-like patterns.

Those patterns are paired in pairs to form piercing and angry eyes, which seem to contain burning anger in the diamond eyes holding a sword and holding a pagoda, trying to drive back the dangers of this world.

The avocado beads on the bracelet were cold, but Gu Changzhen's hand was hot.

"What is this?" Jiang Song lowered his eyebrows.

Gu Changxi said something he didn't understand, "This is a shackle, don't take it off."

The author has something to say: Gu Changzhen: Copy me a Bodhisattva XD

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