Cubs can't, at least they shouldn't

"A [-]% share mortgage?" Gu Changxi lowered his eyelids, then raised his eyes to look at Jiang Song, "How sure is Mr. Jiang that I will be willing to hand over the money to you?"

There was an empty bottle of single malt whiskey on the table, and there was a faint smell of alcohol in the air.

Gu Changxi was sitting on a large armchair with Cohiba pinned between his fingers, circles of smoke surrounded him in the center, making it difficult to see his expression clearly.

"I'm not sure, so I'll come over and ask." Jiang Song sat down opposite him without seeing anyone else, and looked at Gu Changxi's cigarettes and wine, with some disapproval on his face.

Especially cigars are very strange. When I smoke them, I don't feel anything, but others feel that the smoke is thick and harmful.

"Speaking of it, I'm a little curious. Mr. Jiang needs money, why did he come to me?" Gu Changxi bit the eggplant mouth, and took a sip slowly. After about two or three seconds, he slowly sucked the smoke out of his mouth. Shut out.

"The Jiang family and the Yu family have such a deep old friendship. They have reached the point of getting engaged. Can't they even come up with this little money now?" In his mind, there was a deep impression of a pair of people standing at the airport. The scene where I want to send him away.

First, he was choked by "this little money", and Jiang Song was even more surprised when he heard it later, "Engagement? You mean me and Yu Youxi?"

"Oh, maybe I've misremembered." Gu Changxi didn't seem to care about these details, and he said in one sentence, "After all, you are very close, aren't you?"

"No," Jiang Song didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "I haven't had much contact with the Yu family for a long time."

This is the truth, except for the meeting arranged by Jiang's father, he has never met Yu Youxi face to face, at most they exchanged a group text message politely during the New Year's festival.

Later, something happened to Jiang's family, and Yu Youxi sent him several text messages to greet him in the first half year, but Jiang Song was so overwhelmed at the time that he neglected to deal with it, and gradually even that contact was broken.

"That's why Mr. Jiang was desperate and finally thought of me." Gu Changxi nodded thoughtfully.

"Yes," Jiang Song said frankly, "Don't you also want to cooperate with me? The last time we failed because of me, this time we just have a chance to talk."

"Mr. Jiang originally held 60.00% of the total shares. He gave me 20.00% six years ago. Now you want me to buy Zhang Rusen's [-]% for you. But if you still don't, the [-]% belongs to me. , you can't get back the ten percent you mortgaged to me." Gu Changxi said softly.

He took another drag on his cigarette, and described everything as being covered in lukewarm mist, "That means you have to be prepared, I will hold more shares than you and become the Jiang family's new major shareholder."

"The premise is that I haven't made it yet." Jiang Song smiled calmly, "You have too little confidence in me."

"It's because you have too little confidence in me." Probably after drinking, Gu Changxi's voice was a little hollow, "I didn't intend to agree to your pledge of chips."

He laughed abruptly, "Ten percent... If I think about it, it won't take long for [-] percent to evaporate."

It's not that Jiang Song didn't think that Gu Changxi would reject him, and he wasn't in a hurry. Instead, he smiled indulgently behind the smoke, "Then besides shares, what do you want?"

Gu Changxi couldn't see his smile clearly, his voice was very low, so low that it could barely pass through the smoke from the cigar, "I want you to send..."

"What?" Jiang Song couldn't hear or see clearly, and chased away the smoke that seemed to be on fire.

He couldn't bear it anymore, "Do you have to smoke this thing? How much smoke have you smoked in the house? It's like flying through the clouds. Doesn't this thing hurt your body?"

Gu Changxi snorted coldly, "Mr. Jiang is caring about me?"

Looking at the empty wine bottle on the table, Jiang Song got a little angry, "If you have any more requests, hurry up and ask."

"I want you to agree to three additional requests." Gu Changxi leaned his cigar on the ashtray, raised his slightly drunken eyes, "First of all, I want to live in your house."

"Huh?" This request really caught Jiang Song by surprise, "You want to live in my house? Then why do you spend money to buy this house? Why don't you just live in it when you come back?"

Jiang Song's reaction seemed to be a little different from Gu Changxi's expectation. He paused before continuing with the second request, "I want to ask you some questions, and you have to answer me truthfully."

This is obviously cheating. How can there be several questions in one request?

But Jiang Song also agreed, "Okay, you ask."

Gu Changxi fumbled on the table, and threw a pen and paper to Jiang Song, "Writing while talking, at the end I have to sign your name and press your fingerprint."

He seemed to be afraid that Jiang Song would not know, and he emphasized, "This is legally effective."

Jiang Song spread the paper on his knees without any resistance, "Say it."

"Mr. Jiang," Gu Changxi bit the cigar in his mouth, and his words were a little vague, "After I left, have you ever been in love?"

Asked, he poked his head over and glanced at the words Jiang Song was writing.

Although it is said to specialize in soft pens, Jiang Song's hard pens are also excellent calligraphy with iron strokes and silver hooks that penetrate the back of the paper and flow smoothly.

It's a pity that Gu Changxi didn't seem to be satisfied, "The title must also be written, every word must be written, and 'Mr. Jiang' should be added in front."

Jiang Song finished writing according to his request, and replied honestly, "I don't have time."

Sending Gu Changxi away, as long as he keeps his eyes open, he will clean up the aftermath of the business left by Jiang's father.

The building was about to collapse overnight, and besides those who wanted to suck blood, the former business partners also wanted to be safe, so they quickly withdrew the contract with the Jiang family.

Not to mention falling in love, he doesn't even care about food, it's not bad if he can close his eyes once in three days.

"Okay," Gu Changxi leaned back on the back of the chair and took a sip of the cigar, raised his head and slowly exhaled the smoke, "After I leave, have you ever liked anyone?"

This sounds like a question to Jiang Song, but he still answered very clearly, "No."

"Jiang Song," Gu Changxi leaned forward from behind the smoke, as if he wanted to take a closer look at his face, "After I leave, have you ever had anyone? A woman?"

He hesitated for a moment, "Or a man."

Jiang Song raised his eyebrows, "Is there any difference between the three questions you asked?"

"You don't want to answer, that's fine," Gu Changxi said in a low voice as if he was muttering to himself, "Do you still feel that homosexuality is disgusting?"

Jiang Song's eyebrows were about to be tied tightly, and he dropped the pen in his hand, "When will I...?"

"Don't talk." Gu Changzhen jumped up from the smoke and covered Jiang Song's mouth, "Answer me."

"??" Jiang Song didn't understand whether Gu Changxi wanted him to say it or not.

"You kid is a bit hairy..." He struggled to break free from Gu Changzhen's hand, "... Are you sick?"

"Would you dislike me if I'm sick?" Gu Changzhen covered his mouth again, and whispered in his ear, "Do you think I'm gay, or do you think I'm a lunatic?"

In fact, Gu Changxi didn't use much effort, but Jiang Song was already choked by the smoke of the cigar, and he felt a little out of breath immediately after being covered by him like this, "Chang...cough cough..."

As soon as he coughed, Gu Changzhen seemed to wake up from some nightmare, and immediately let go of his hand.

But Jiang Song didn't slow down for a while, and coughed earth-shatteringly.

Gu Changxi stood up from the chair and walked around Jiang Song without touching him again.

Jiang Song coughed badly. He was afraid of scaring Gu Changzhen, so he tried his best to suppress it, but he couldn't cover his hysterical cough with his hands covering his mouth.

"Cough cough cough...can you pat cough cough cough clap for me?" Jiang Song tugged on Gu Changzhen's sleeve, and pulled his hand on his back to signal him to take a quick clap.

"I hurt you again." Gu Changxi looked at him without any fluctuations in his expression, as if he was just stating a simple fact.

But Jiang Song had to appease him when he was out of breath with a cough, "I don't blame you cough cough cough... this smoke is too cough cough cough too choking..."

Gu Changxi immediately picked him up from the chair and helped him out of the smoking room.

Sitting down outside, Jiang Song still couldn't stop coughing.

Gu Changxi blinked his eyes twice, without focusing, and patted him on the back lightly, "Uncomfortable?"

"Cough cough cough... water..." The coughing time was too long, and Jiang Song was a little bit doubled due to lack of oxygen.

Gu Changxi held a glass of water, seemed a little hesitant, and poured it to him.

Jiang Song even suspected that he wanted to drown himself.

After finally suppressing the itchiness in his throat, Jiang Song leaned against the sofa and felt uncomfortable, so he subconsciously leaned on Gu Changzhen.

Gu Changxi withdrew back with a cold face, Jiang Song's cough that had just died down was about to make a comeback, "Cough..."

Gu Changxi didn't step back, but he didn't pat Jiang Song on the back either.

After drinking warm water for a while, Jiang Song basically recovered.

He propped himself up on the sofa and sat up straight, "The third requirement, what is it?"

"The third request," Gu Changxi turned his face away, "I won't stay at your house."

Today, Jiang Song always felt that something was wrong with Gu Changyi. At first, he just felt that he was drinking, but now the feeling of something wrong became more and more obvious.

He remembered an old incident from Gu Changzhen's childhood, but he really didn't want to think about it in that direction.

But he didn't dare to take chances. Originally, it didn't matter if Gu Changxi couldn't stay here, but now he had to let Gu Changxi come over.

He slowly drank the water in the glass, and the sporadic memories of the day he drank the fragment flooded up, and tentatively asked Gu Changxi: "Changxi, didn't you say that you wanted to know the password of the door of my house that night?"

Without directly answering his words, Gu Changxi got up and went back to the smoking room.

After waiting outside for a while, he didn't come back. Jiang Song was a little hungry. He took a bunch of washed grapes from the refrigerator and ate them while waiting.

It's been a long time, remembering those empty wine bottles in the smoking room, Jiang Song was a little uncertain whether Gu Changxi had drunk too much.

But just when he was about to take a look, Gu Changxi brought back the piece of paper he just wrote.

Probably because of his drunkenness, there was a trace of hesitation in his steps.

He put the paper in front of Jiang Song, "Sign it."

Jiang Song signed one stroke at a time.

He was holding the paper and holding the pen, but he didn't pick up the grape seeds with his hands. Just as he pouted his mouth, one hand stretched out habitually.

He spit out the seeds into the palm of Gu Changzhen's hand without seeing anything, and asked very consciously, "Do you still want to bet?"

Gu Changxi stared at the grape seeds in his hand, his eyes blurred for a moment.

Biting the butt of his cigar, he pried open a box of red ink pad with one hand, and the thumb that caught Jiang Song was stained with bright red, and pressed down hard on his own name.