Cubs can't, at least they shouldn't

"You are really awesome... you are awesome," Xing Ce gave Jiang Song a thumbs up, "I have never heard of it. The Qiu family called you to the Hongmen Banquet, and you slept in the Qiu family's office all day? I'm fucking oily, oily bottle If you fall down, you won’t help me to obey you.”

"It's not the office, it's the reception room." Jiang Song lazily corrected him, and yawned, "It's been a week, don't talk about me every day."

But he did sleep in the reception room until dark that day, and when he woke up, Gu Changxi had already left, and it was Secretary Zhou who sent him home, so the "cooperation" matter could only be postponed for the time being.

Xing Ce glared at him, "How do you feel? Do you have to go to this project today? I heard that Wang Zongte is very good at drinking, and he likes to bet on others to drink. One cup, one million. He has done a lot. You are just sick..."

"I can't bear to let my child be tied to a wolf. Who cares if you are sick or not in the business world?" Jiang Song looked at the slightly dazzling afterglow outside the window, and smiled slightly, "Since we are in the middle of the game, of course many things can't be left to ourselves. height."

"Then you, can't you take it easy?" Xing Ce sighed, "Do you have to follow, follow this project?"

"Wang Hui's stall is small but has a wide range of people. He has cooperated with both Yang Guangyuan and the Wu family. It is not easy to directly check the relationship between Yang Guangyuan and the Wu family. It is also a way to learn more about their partners." Jiang Song wore it today. A mustard green turtleneck sweater, covered with a white linen suit, the whole person is clean and refreshing.

"Brother," Xing Ce said with some hesitation, "I, I know, there are some things that you can't bear. But after all these years, you..."

Jiang Song knew what he wanted to say.

In the past, when Father Jiang was still alive, he pressured Jiang Song to study business.

But he doesn't have this ambition himself, he just wants to learn calligraphy and painting from Gu Boxiu, and become an idle artist in the future.

He had a lot of disputes with his father about this matter, but Jiang's father was old enough to be a son, and it was a bit difficult to take care of the Jiang family's business when he was old.

Especially after Gu Boxiu passed away, Jiang Song completely followed the path his father had paved for him.

In the first two years when Jiang's father had an accident, wolves surrounded him, thinking that Jiang Song was still young, so he took the opportunity to dismantle Jiang's family and get a big share of the pie.

Decentness cannot be decent.

Although he has been intentionally cultivated since he was born, Jiang's father did not have time to let Jiang Song experience the real hardships and dangers in society.

Those kind-hearted uncles and uncles stretched out their hands to the Jiang family's shares as soon as they turned their faces. The 24-year-old Jiang Song still couldn't fully comprehend the harmony of human relationships and sophistication. The family held on.

"Aren't you no, no, didn't you want to do this job?" Xing Ce scratched his head, "If you can think about it, don't do it. I will support you in everything else, do you understand?"

"I understand," Jiang Song smiled, and patted him on the shoulder from the back seat, "I understand."

Xing Ce glanced at him with some frustration, "What do you understand, you? If you understand you, you won't ruin your body like that... If you want to fight with your life, I will support you, but you are the best, the best Know yourself."

"The Wu family? How are they worthy of my life?" Jiang Song smiled wantonly, "I know what I want, don't worry."

Xing Ce watched him open the car door, and muttered: "Drink less, it's just you, your broken body, don't let the emergency center call me again, call me."

The dinner was held in a high-style elegant room, with a long crystal stone table in the middle, a variety of red, yellow and white wines lined up from one end to the center, and some cold dishes, fruits and vegetables at the other end.

Jiang Song arrived on time, and it took half an hour for Mr. Wang to show up with a few people.

"Hey, Xiao Jiang, I've been waiting for a long time." President Wang is slightly fat, with a piece of Vacheron Constantin stuck on his wrist, a golf shirt, light-colored slacks, and a middle-aged hairstyle typical of the local support center.

He shook Jiang Song's hand with a smile, and the wet and cool fat hand was stained with sweat from Jiang Song's palm.

"The road is a bit congested, please forgive me." He leaned close to Jiang Song's ear, and a sour smell mixed with smoke rushed straight into his nostrils.

"Yes, the road is slippery in the snow." Jiang Song smiled and nodded slightly, allowing him to take the main seat in the middle.

Mr. Wang patted the seat next to him, "Xiao Jiang, I was quite surprised to hear about you. I thought you young people didn't like to cooperate with old men like us."

Jiang Song kept a distance from him calmly, "We should learn more from our seniors."

"Come on, don't talk about it, let's use chopsticks." Mr. Wang added a piece of duck breast to Jiang Song's plate, "I also like to deal with young people, so keep a young mind."

"I'll come by myself, you're welcome." Jiang Song put on a look of contempt, and ordered a glass of Moutai for each of them, "I've always wanted to find an opportunity to cooperate with you, this time is really rare, I respect you. "

As soon as he raised his head and drank the glass of wine, Mr. Wang's eyes fell on his raised neck, his eyes were ambiguous, "It's easy to say, it's right to support the younger generation."

Making money is a small matter, and the relationship between the Wu family and Yang Guangyuan will not see the light of day. Jiang Song is determined to win this project.

Before taking a few mouthfuls of food, Jiang Song's cup was empty and full again, and soon the tips of his eyes were stained with a hint of pink.

"It's been heard that our little Jiang has a good drinking capacity, and seeing her today really deserves her reputation." Boss Wang beckoned, and the waiter came up with a decanter.

"I have a few plantations in Australia, and the Cabernet Sauvignon produced by my own winery." He handed the goblet to Jiang Song, "Your taste is different from those cheap ones in France."

Jiang Song squinted his eyes, feeling a hand brushing past his thigh/leg intentionally or unintentionally.

"Xiao Jiang," Mr. Wang's voice was tentative, "You and Mr. Gu Changzhen are very familiar?"

These things have nothing to do with Gu Changxi, the last person Jiang Song doesn't want to get involved is Gu Changhui.

Gu Changxi relied on his own hard work to become Mr. Gu who can call the wind and rain. Jiang Song hoped that he would not have any relationship with those dirty things that he hadn't figured out until now.

"Who?" There was a hint of alcohol in Jiang Song's voice, "Gu Changxi? He's an old friend of mine, he has nothing to do with me afterward."

"Oh, don't be surprised," a middle-aged man next to Mr. Wang poured half a glass of whiskey into Jiang Song's glass, "We all heard that you and Mr. Gu have some old friendships, and it happens that we are talking here, if you and Mrs. Mr. Gu has a good relationship, so we can talk to him in the future, right?"

Jiang Song's gaze turned cold invisibly, but his voice was still smiling, "Then I'm afraid I'll disappoint you all, I sincerely want to cooperate with Mr. Wang, but if I want to speak in front of Mr. Gu, I'm also against it." Not on the number."

Mr. Wang exchanged glances with the man beside him, and then smiled at Jiang Song, "Xiao Jiang, my project is not big or small, but many people want it, and you must know it."

"Yes." Jiang Song smiled a little, and drank the cold whiskey in one gulp, "I am very grateful to Mr. Wang for giving me a chance."

"Hey—don't thank you too early," Mr. Wang watched as his subordinates served Jiang Songman the wine, "I am willing to give you young people a chance to show off, but I also have to see your strength and your sincerity."

Without further ado, Jiang Song drank the wine quickly.

"Young man, I have to teach you a lesson in this place." Mr. Wang's face was covered with oil, which was yellowed by the light in the private room, "You look very beautiful when you drink, but you lack taste. "

A hairy hand rested on Jiang Song's knee, "You're too soft, I'm a senior, I didn't drink you, why do you drink so hard?"

Jiang Song looked down at the hairy hands on his knees, and pushed him away without hesitation, "Mr. Wang can rest assured to leave it to me about the project."

"Don't worry, why don't I worry about the project." Saying this, Mr. Wang's face was obviously a little cold, and he leaned back on the sofa, "It's just that I heard that Xiao Jiang has been holding the shares of the Jiang family very firmly. I still want to...see your sincerity."

Jiang Song has been fascinated by the politics on the wine table since he was a child, but he has never been the one asking for help.

He refused to let this old thing take advantage of it, and it was impossible for him to give him the shares of the Jiang family.

Then you have to drink it, and you have to drink it even if you drink it.

Jiang Song poured himself a bottle of Moutai, and drank it slowly in one gulp without saying a word.

Mr. Wang's gaze eased a little, "Young people, everyone must have this experience. Come on, let's count by age. I am your big brother, let's go together."

Mr. Wang walks away from the wine cup, and Jiang Song walks away from the wine dispenser.

The alcohol had already paralyzed his mouth, and Jiang Song looked at the tiny lights in the room, which were a little unreal.

He knew it wasn't going well.

He doesn't get drunk easily, but when he gets drunk, he gets drunk very quickly.

Bear with it, he gritted his teeth and thought.

After a few more drinks, the project will be completed, and he will have access to Yang Guangyuan's historical information, and the truth of the year will be one step closer to him.

He heard the soft sound of liquid falling into the cup, and he couldn't tell whether it was yellow or white. He was about to pour it into his mouth when his hand was empty.

Jiang Song raised his head in a daze, seeing a large group of dark and tall shadows.

He couldn't see clearly.

"Mr. Gu!" Mr. Wang stood up in surprise, "Why did you come here? Sit down."

As soon as Gu Changxi's voice sounded, Jiang Song knew that he was angry, "Mr. Jiang and I talked about cooperation halfway, and then there was no more. So you came to have a long talk with Mr. Wang?"

"Don't dare!" Jiang Song heard Mr. Wang deny in panic, "I asked Xiao Jiang, and he said that he didn't cooperate with you, right, Xiao Jiang?"

Jiang Song got drunk too quickly, thinking about the purpose of coming today, and nodded in a daze, "Then Mr. Wang, is our cooperation settled?"

Gu Changzhen turned to Mr. Wang with a gloomy expression, "What did he say?"

"He said he was an old friend with you, and it has nothing to do with it later." Mr. Wang repeated Jiang Song's original words verbatim.

"Really." Gu Changxi glanced coldly at the cups and wine bottles on the table that Jiang Song had emptied, his eyes narrowed slowly and dangerously, "Boss Wang is willing to give me the plate he asked for." ?"

Gu Changxi's "cooperation" is rumored to be known to everyone in the business district, and Mr. Wang's face immediately turned sweaty, "Mr. Gu is willing to condescend to cooperate with small businesses like us. The Jiang family has reached an agreement, so it's not good to go halfway..."

Gu Changxi's gaze fell on him indifferently, "Is that because you don't want to?"

"Yes, yes!" Mr. Wang didn't dare to say a word more, but kept raising his hand to wipe his sweat.

"That's the best." Gu Changzhen turned his cold eyes to Jiang Song who was on the sofa.

Jiang Song had almost fallen into a coma, with soft broken hair covering half of his face, indescribably fragile and charming.

Mr. Wang watched Gu Changxi carry Jiang Song by the waist without mercy, and was afraid that he would get into more trouble, "Mr. Gu, what's the matter between you and Xiao Jiang? We can settle it civilly when he wakes up." Xiao Jiang is here to have dinner with me today, if something happens to him, I can't explain it..."

Gu Changxi turned his side face with a bit of ferocity, like a wild animal baring its fangs for a moment.

"Then you'd better start planning now, in case something happens to him, how are you going to explain it?"

It was completely dark outside, the red lanterns hanging on the street were lit, and the banners saying "Welcome to the New Year" floated on the snow-covered green belt.

Seeing Gu Changxi come out of the restaurant carrying the unconscious Jiang Song on his shoulders, Secretary Zhou hurriedly opened the rear door and let her hands hang quietly aside.

Gu Changxi's action of throwing Jiang Song on the back seat of the car was angry, almost rude.

Thin and thin, Jiang Song has long hands and long legs after all. When he fell on the back seat, his waist was covered by the quilt, and he hummed in a low voice very uncomfortable.

Secretary Zhou glanced at Gu Changzhen, bent down and climbed into the back seat to help Jiang Song, but just as he grabbed Jiang Song's arm, he was thrown away forcefully.

"Get out." Jiang Song's voice was hoarse and low, "Don't touch me."

"President Gu..." Secretary Zhou looked at Gu Changxi in embarrassment, "Why don't you sit in the back, I don't think Mr. Jiang is feeling well."

Gu Changxi acted as if he hadn't heard, without even looking at Jiang Song, he went straight to the co-pilot and opened the door.

Secretary Zhou rambled in the back, "There is no blanket in the car. Mr. Jiang was so afraid of the cold before? You were wrapped in three blankets and still screamed cold. What if you catch a cold..."

Gu Changxi turned around and looked at Secretary Zhou, "Do you want to change jobs?"

Secretary Zhou was the only secretary who had followed him for more than two years. The artist was so bold that he finished his sentence, "...what if it burns again?"

Gu Changxi slammed the co-pilot's door hard, and the whole car trembled.

The back seat of the SUV is very spacious, Gu Changxi pushed Jiang Song into it, and sat down beside him with his long legs.

Different from the resistance just now, Jiang Song seemed to feel a heat source, and leaned towards Gu Changxi involuntarily.

Gu Changxi raised his hand and was about to push him away, but he saw his eyebrows furrowed and he said something in a low voice.

Putting down his raised hand, Gu Changxi turned his head and looked at the green belt still covered with snow outside the window, his gloomy and three-dimensional profile was reflected on the window glass.

Jiang Song snorted again.

Gu Changxi gritted his teeth and turned his head, the tiger claws on both cheeks bulged out, "What?"

Jiang Song's voice was too low, Gu Changxi had to get closer, frowning because of the strong smell of alcohol on his body, "Cold? Or does it hurt?"

The heat source was close enough that Jiang Song subconsciously reached out and put his arms around his neck.

Gu Changxi froze obviously, and said coldly to the apparently unconscious person in his arms, "Sit down by yourself when you wake up."

"Uncomfortable." Although the voice was still very small, Jiang Song finally made it clear this time.

Originally, his hands were on his arm, intending to pull him away, but Gu Changxi paused for two seconds, and asked him without any emotion: "Why are you uncomfortable?"

"Uncomfortable," Jiang Song's delicate brows were tightly frowned, as if stuck in a dream that he couldn't wake up from, "I'm dizzy."

Gu Changxi maintained the posture of supporting the back of the seat with both arms, and did not move for a long time. He told Secretary Zhou in a cold voice: "Drive slowly."

The air pressure in the car was very low along the way, and the alcohol smell on Jiang Song's body was fainted by the warm air of the air conditioner, and his face flushed unnaturally.

He muttered under his breath, and groped his way to open the window.

The window of the car cracked a crack, and the biting north wind got in.

Jiang Song groaned half in pleasure and half in pain, and drowsily leaned towards the air vent, letting the cold wind blow on his face, trying to blow away the heat caused by alcohol.

Gu Changxi dragged him back, Jiang Song grabbed his hand, and moved to the window again.

Gu Changxi closed the window with a cold face, and locked the switch by the way.

Jiang Song's skin is fair, and now his eyelids and ears are stained pink by alcohol, his half-drunk eyes are watery when they open, and their eyelashes tremble slightly when they are closed, like the soft new feathers of a black swan.

He pressed the lift switch a few times but failed to open the window, so he simply pressed his cheek against the cold glass, and the water mist formed by his quick and shallow breathing slowly gathered on the window, and was rubbed into pieces by his messy hair. Silky strands, intertwined unclear.

Gu Changxi stared at him, took a deep breath, lifted Jiang Song's shoulders and trapped him beside him.

Jiang Song finally stopped moving, rubbed against Gu Changzhen twice, and closed his eyes again.

The hotel was not far from the villa. Secretary Zhou drove at a low speed, and it took almost half an hour to get there.

After entering the villa area, Jiang Song swayed, and Gu Changxi instinctively supported him, "Thinking of vomiting?"

Jiang Song was so dizzy that he couldn't shake his head, he just whispered: "It's okay, no."

Secretary Zhou parked the car in front of Jiang Song's house, and Gu Changxi helped Jiang Song get out of the car.

"Wait a minute," Gu Changxi nodded to Secretary Zhou, "I want to send him back to the company."

"Ah?" Secretary Zhou looked worriedly at Jiang Song, who couldn't even stand up straight, and wanted to say something but didn't dare to say, "Okay."

Blown by the cold wind, Jiang Song woke up a little bit, looked at Gu Changxi beside him in a daze, and gently pushed him away to stand upright, but he was still a little drunk and swayed back and forth uncontrollably.

"You sent me back?" Jiang Song smiled brightly, reached out and rubbed Gu Changzhen's hair, "Thank you."

Secretary Zhou was so frightened that he didn't dare to look at the current situation of Gu Changxi's hairstyle, but Jiang Song rubbed him unpreparedly.

Jiang Song's laughter is very warm, and his voice is slightly nasal because of drinking, which makes people feel close, "Thank you too, little secretary."

He couldn't help looking up at Jiang Song.

In the wind and snow, Jiang Song's eyelashes and hair tips were stained with some crushed snow, shining brightly, and his brown eyes and pink cheeks made people think of spring inexplicably.

Secretary Zhou suddenly felt a chill colder than the north wind, and when he turned his head, he met Gu Changxi's serious gaze.

"It's not safe for Mr. Jiang to drink so much by himself," Secretary Zhou spoke quickly, consciously getting out of the range of being touched by Jiang Song, "I will send the meeting minutes and revised contract to your mailbox later."

Gu Changxi then withdrew his skate-like eyes and turned to look at Jiang Song, "Can you still walk?"

"Yes." Jiang Song nodded happily, and confidently fell towards the holly tree by the roadside.

Gu Changxi quickly fished Jiang Song back, put an arm around his waist, and walked towards Jiang Song's house in silence.

The style of the combination lock at the entrance of the villa has not been changed. The previous combination was Jiang Song's birthday.

Gu Changxi looked down at the number buttons on that side, and pressed "1-1-1-7" expressionlessly.

"Buzz—the password is wrong." The backlight of the number spelled out a bright red cross.

Gu Changxi smiled coldly, pushed Jiang Song aside and stood up, "Isn't it your birthday?"

Jiang Song stood unsteadily, looking at him in confusion, "It's my birthday."

Gu Changxi entered the password number by number again, and the wrong prompt sounded again.

"Is it broken?" Jiang Song couldn't see what Gu Changzhen pressed, and said again firmly, "It's birthday."

"But it's okay." He patted Gu Changzhen's shoulder reassuringly, and showed his thumb, "You can also use fingerprints."

After entering the room, Jiang Song regained consciousness a little, went to the bathroom to wash his face, and Gu Changzhen stared at the door lock in the entrance.

Made of stainless steel, there are only some slight scratches left after so many years, without a lot of sense of age.

But the password is different.

Gu Changxi looked at the door with a sullen face for a while, but he didn't see Jiang Song return to the living room for a long time, so he went directly across the corridor to find him.

Jiang Song was not in the bathroom either.

"Mr. Jiang?" Gu Changxi called towards the empty second floor, but there was no response.

His voice tensed up, "Jiang Song."

The sound of tinkling and clanging came from the study, as if something very tall had been knocked down.

Gu Changxi took two quick steps towards the study, twisted his tie again, and suppressed his steps.

The study was in a mess, and several sets of scrolls were scattered and spread all over the floor.

There are freehand brushwork and fine brushwork, the use of color is bold and unconventional, the outline is wanton and smooth, and the aura of the painter almost bursts out of the paper.

There are several small seals of Jiang Song where the signature is signed.

One of the seals had immature fonts, and the strokes were not coherent. It looked like a child carved it with a rubber.

What was written on it was: painted by Song Song.

Jiang Song knelt on the ground, rolled up those scrolls, and solemnly inserted them back into the blue kiln painting vat next to them.

"I'm sorry," Jiang Song raised his head and smiled at Gu Changzhen, his eyes were a little out of focus, "I accidentally knocked it down."

Gu Changxi looked down at him without saying a word, his expression dark and difficult to understand.

After packing up the paintings, Jiang Song leaned on the wall and stood up unsteadily.

He walked to the desk, picked out a flower branch, dipped it in some thick ink, and drew it on the rice paper.

"Why did you change the password for the gate?" Gu Changxi followed him with his eyes and said abruptly.

Jiang Song's pen tip paused slightly, as if he hadn't figured out what he meant, "Huh? If you want to change it, you can change it."

"To guard against me?" Gu Changxi's voice became colder and colder.

"What?" Jiang Song was still drunk, blinked slowly at Gu Changzhen twice, then lowered his head to draw again, "Don't be upset, I'll draw a kitten for you."

When Gu Changxi was one or two years old, Jiang Song often went to his home to learn calligraphy and painting.

Gu Boxiu is very strict with his only grandson. Jiang Song often sees Gu Changzheng holding back tears with his bulging bun-like face, so he will draw him kittens to cheer him up, fluttering butterflies, rolling wool balls, and catching shrimps. There are so many people who catch fish, and they can even be bound into a comic book.

The leather shoes made a creaking sound when they stepped on the waxed wooden floor. Gu Changzhen pressed his hands on the rice paper and looked at him with his head tilted, "You have heard clearly, so don't always try to fool me."

"... Changxi." Jiang Song was drunk, with a bit of trouble on his face, trying to push Gu Changxi away from the rice paper, "block it."

Gu Changxi's slender index finger curled slightly, grabbing a corner of the thin rice paper.

The kitten, which had already been sketched out in its embryonic form, was wrinkled and deformed, and it actually looked a bit more ferocious than a beast.

"If the password at the door is changed, but it's still someone's birthday." Gu Changxi pushed Jiang Song against the wall without mercy, and his usually calm eyes were full of anger, "Jiang Song, what is going on?" Whose birthday is it?"

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Scene [-]: Study room, several pens, inks, papers and inkstones, and a desk.

Advantages: strong operability.

Disadvantages: destructive and strong.