Chen Jue

"Bring chopsticks." Uncle Duanmu broke the eerie silence of the room. His commanding tone was so natural and justified, as if he was blaming the fuss of those idlers who were still in a daze.

Shangguan Rui smiled and echoed: "Yes, bring the chopsticks." Looking at Chen Jue, who was still filled with righteous indignation, his peach blossom eyes were full of interest. "Hurry up, otherwise, I don't know what righteous words this sharp-mouthed little fox will say to stimulate everyone's nerves..."

"Chen Jue." Hao Shaofeng grinned and smiled, a few white teeth shining brightly in everyone's sight. "You have a bad temper!" As he said that, he elbowed Li Mingyuan next to him and grinned at him. After Li Mingyuan smiled at Chen Jue, the two turned their heads and muttered something.

The waiter, who was stunned by Chen Jue's words, had no choice but to listen to the most dignified and majestic Duanmu among the five, and take the chopsticks.Seeing that the situation had been brought under control, the spectators, who hadn't had much fun to watch, turned their heads and continued their elegant petty tone.

The lights were still dim, flickering and blurry.The gentle sound of the violin is rippling in everyone's ears, telling the steadfastness of love, the lightness of a girl, and the beautiful scenery.Everyone is in their place, and it seems that what just happened was just a flash in the pan.

"Sure enough, I'm an ordinary person." Sighing leisurely, Chen Jue didn't like these gentlemen in suits, leather shoes, and makeup, or ladies with beautiful makeup and long dresses that dragged the floor. "Facing the joint bullying of the capitalists, the working people are not easy to provoke!" Chen Jue said to himself as he waved the bright knife in his hand that was reflected by the light.

"Capitalist?" Li Mingyuan murmured, his bright and handsome face now had the melancholy temperament unique to a son from the south. "Are you talking about us? We are capitalists? You are working people..." Mute then chuckled, "Where did you get your conclusion?"

Soon, the waiter brought the vermilion black chopsticks and handed them to Chen Jue.Throw away the impatient and obstructive knife and fork, and send it to your mouth as soon as the chopsticks go down and catch it. "The conclusion is not important, what is important is the class confrontation caused by the difference between the rich and the poor." Chewing the steak in his mouth, Chen Jue frowned.The meat is very tender, but it smells a little sweet like blood, well, he doesn't like this kind of taste. "In the past 30 years of reform and opening up, only a small group of people have really become rich. They are all nouveau riche, and few have real background. Profiteers, profiteers, all profiteers and businessmen. It is the black-hearted nouveau riche .”

"Oh? He's still a cynical youth!" Li Mingyuan smiled, sweeping away the previous melancholy look on his face, adding a touch of Tsinghua lofty.

"No, you're wrong." Putting down the meat steak that he had gnawed so badly, Chen Jue wiped his mouth and attacked the vegetable salad. "I'm not a cynic, but I just want to vent my emotions about something that others have but I don't have, and adjust my potential psychological problems. At best, I'm a fake cynic."

After a pause, Li Mingyuan, who seemed not expecting Chen Jue to say this, opened his mouth to say something more, but was interrupted by Uncle Duanmu's words. "You don't eat or sleep without talking, don't you know?"

Cursing his lips, Chen Jue ignored Duanmu Lei who had a noble and arrogant face, that guy was used to putting on airs.Those who don't talk when they eat or sleep don't mean they disturb the quiet atmosphere of his meal, and they want to make the speaker shut up domineeringly.hum...

Shangguan, who had no more fun to watch, squinted his peach blossom eyes, and the smile on his face matched with the peach blossom eyes, like peach blossoms blooming wantonly in the bright sunshine in early spring.Hao Shaofeng, who was a little disappointed that there was no follow-up text, winked at Li Mingyuan, the meaning of teasing was obvious.As a law student, the future lawyers and judges will be stuck with retorts. What an interesting day!

"Let's go over after dinner. Shangguan..." Wiping off the oil stains that didn't exist at the corner of his mouth, Uncle Duanmu said, "Have you notified me?"

"Do I dare not obey what the third young master says?" He teased wantonly, the only one who could talk to Uncle Duanmu like this was Shangguan Rui.The friendship from childhood to adulthood made Uncle Duanmu seldom care about these trivial matters.In fact, he also knew that if he really got into a fight with Shangguan, he would be pissed off even if he wasn't exhausted.

After some discussion, Li Mingyuan drove Duanmu and Chen Jue in his silver-white BMW, and Shangguan drove Hao Shaofeng in his own Audi to the destination.With soothing soft music on, Uncle Duanmu just leaned on the seat and closed his eyes to rest his mind. Li Mingyuan drove very steadily, not as intense as when Hao Shaofeng drove him to the western restaurant before. Those who didn't know who he was going to race with.

Pursing his lips, Chen Jue leaned on the car window to look at the night scene outside the window. Along the way, he could only see the lanterns shining brightly. The dress adds a bit of mystery and charm.After a few minutes, Chen Jue felt a little dizzy. The car got on the national highway and then on the high-speed highway.Where is this...

Forgive Chen Jue for being a standard road idiot from birth!Speaking of it, most of the reasons why Chen Jue doesn't like to go out are because of his insignificant sense of being lost on the road, he accidentally lost himself, wandering around in unfamiliar streets Anxious and angry, very irritable.

However, within 10 minutes of the journey, the car slowly slowed down. Li Mingyuan pressed the button, and after two or three beeps of the car's horn, the community security raised the bar to let them in.It's a quite high-end neighborhood. Chen Jue, who opened the car door and walked down, looked at the six-story building in front of him and felt a little nervous.Looking up from below, the lights on each floor are turned on, and occasionally people pass by.The car stopped three meters away from the gate with the words "Nursing Home", and several people got out of the car one after another.The nursing home, it won't be what he thinks...

"Why are you standing there in a daze? Let's go in!" It was Uncle Duanmu who spoke, and he turned up the collar of his coat, and he took the lead and walked in front.Ignoring Li Mingyuan who was nodding to him, and Hao Shaofeng who was being pushed by Shangguanrui with a grinning grimace at him, Chen Jue struggled a lot on the spot, and rolled his eyes several times before he finally returned. Step up to keep up.

Pushing open the door, a few young and beautiful girls in nurse uniforms greeted Duanmu and the others laughingly.Uncle Duanmu didn't even look at him, he walked without looking sideways, with a stern aura all over his body.Li Mingyuan, on the other hand, nodded his head as a gentleman, and then greeted him; while Hao Shaofeng laughed at his elder sisters and sisters and greeted him with a teasing smile; when the girls saw Shangguan Rui, they greeted him together.Chen Jue looked at it with some confusion, but his face was not obvious, with a cold face, assuming a haughty and majestic posture of a king patrolling his own territory.However, that delicate and elegant face discounted this arrogance and majesty, causing a group of beautiful girls to cover their mouths and chatter.Before taking a closer look at the layout of the first floor, Chen Jue was urged by the Shangguan to go up to the third floor.

Uncle Duanmu is an uncle wherever he goes, and the way he pulls it makes people want to punch him a few times, which is really annoying.Seeing Duanmu Lei, who was leaning on the sofa with his legs crossed, posing as "I am the uncle", the corners of Chen Jue's mouth twitched faintly.It's really like a proud peacock with its screen open...

"He." Pointing at Chen Jue, Uncle Duanmu said: "Shangguan should have mentioned it to you."

"Hmm!" The voice was hoarse and tired.Taking off his gold-rimmed glasses, he pinched the base of his nose and the corners of his eyes, his disheveled head hung down to cover his face, only occasionally he could see his chapped and chapped lips. "Third Young Master, the old rules. Whether you can do it depends not on your words, but on your hands." Seemingly cleared up a little, he said again: "Although there is a shortage of manpower now, I don't want to find someone who can't do anything. Smash yourself up."

"Shangguan Jin! You can't trust me or Shangguan Rui!"

After plucking the messy hair that seemed to have been damaged by something, Shangguan Jin stood up. His white coat was dirty and wrinkled for some reason.Unsure of what Uncle Duanmu's tone conveyed, he could only ask dryly, "What does he know?"

"Third brother, you should ask, he doesn't know anything?" The peach-eyed Shangguan Rui said: "He is a junior from our school..." Looking at his cousin who had already rolled his eyes, he said again: "On Duanmu The scar was left by him. At that time, you told your father that the man who performed the operation was a good knife, and you wanted to meet him or something. Why, the man is now in front of you, but you regretted it..."

"What?!" Shangguan Jin rushed to Chen Jue, stared at him carefully, and asked, "You healed that guy's knife wound and gunshot wound?"

"Ah."

"Good fellow!" Shangguan Jin, who got the affirmative answer, patted Chen Jue's shoulder vigorously, and said with a smile, "Yes, I want you, boy." Suddenly, as if thinking of something, he asked seriously, "Take the bullet." Who did you learn the technique from?"

Yuan Chen Jue didn't want to answer his question, but when he thought that whether he could get a part-time job here depends on the man in front of him, he reluctantly replied: "I didn't learn from anyone in detail, but I was in Most of the people in school have practiced their hands."

This is true. When Chen Jue was working with Duan Qi, except for Duan Qifan's guidance at the beginning, Duan Qi was there to say his request, and Chen Jue would do it.When it's done and meets his requirements, Duan Qi will pat Chen Jue on the head and praise him, and tell him what other ways he can do better.If he doesn't do well, Duan Qi will let him do the same job for a few days until he can do it well and can't make any mistakes, then Duan Qi will let him go and proceed to the next link.

"School? Generally?" Shangguan Jin pushed his eyes down, and scanned Chen Jue suspiciously. "Aren't you a freshman this year?!"

"It's a freshman. I got sick and took a leave of absence in high school, and then I studied in a medical school not far from my home for two years, and stayed in the anatomy room with my teacher at that time. Well, that teacher is a forensic doctor." Half-truth, half-truth, Seemingly revealing some information about himself, Chen Jue knew that this man had great doubts about his skills in knife work.

"That's it..." and Duanmu and the others passed a few eyes that you knew I knew that only Chen Jue didn't know, Shangguan Jin said: "You studied in a certain medical college, and later passed the exam through your relationship. Peking University School of Medicine, little guy, not bad!"

brat?People with the surname Shangguan are not good people, another guy who calls himself a little guy! "I said..." Chen Jue cast a cold glance at several people, and asked, "Did I pass the interview? It's already eight o'clock, and I have to go back to school for bed."

"Well, I'm qualified. If you have time this Saturday, come and get acquainted with the working environment. As for the salary, this amount..." Stretching out his fingers, Shangguan Jin smiled and said, "Well done, and Bonus!"

Grandma Wolf! Chen Jue stared at the dangling fingers. They were long and slender, with well-defined joints, and the nails were even with the fingertips. The skin on the pads of the fingers was dry and even yellowish. This is the hand that only people who have undergone surgery for a long time will have.

"Okay." For the number represented by those two fingers, Chen Jue gritted his teeth cruelly.

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