Calculation rules for second-hand goods and second-hand forces

With a throbbing pain in her abdomen, Yan Luoqing raised her head from the document, and frowned while covering her stomach.

A cup of steaming milk tea next door was handed to him, and he took a sip, "Thank you."

"Boss Yan didn't eat breakfast?" Zhang Qingqiao asked with a smile.

Yan Luoqing raised her eyebrows and said, "I can't digest well." In fact, he didn't eat at all, because during this time the car was in the factory for maintenance, and he was crammed into the bus for work.I was in a hurry every day, and the road was far away, so I didn't have time to buy breakfast.

Without further ado, Zhang Qingqiao threw a bag of sandwiches over.

Yan Luoqing didn't care about being polite, tore open the packaging bag and devoured it voraciously, destroying it in less than a minute.

Zhang Qingqiao watched him finish eating with a smile, and said, "My mother has a banquet tonight, do you want to come? My uncle has a few friends who work in shopping malls, and they are a little interested in our products."

"Go." Without thinking, Yan Luoqing drank the remaining milk tea in one gulp, feeling much more comfortable in her stomach, thinking of something, "Maybe your sister will go too?"

"She went to England for vacation to heal her wounds, and she won't come back within half a year." Zhang Qingqiao played with the pen on the table, "And, hehe, don't worry, she doesn't know that you are her ex-husband's elopement."

Yan Luoqing concealed an embarrassed smile, "Where is your father?"

"He won't go to my mother's." Zhang Qingqiao threw the pen in his hand upwards in an arc, and then easily caught it. "They left more than ten years ago, and they plan to never see each other again." Turning to see Yan Luoqing There was faint pity on his face, and he smiled indifferently, "If two people can't get along, it would be torture to get together. Since they divorced, my sister and I have finally been quiet."

Yan Luoqing expressed her understanding, because his parents also thought so.

Suddenly discovered that Zhang Qingqiao's hairstyle had changed again. Thinking of his waist-length hair long ago, and looking at his short hair recently, he couldn't help joking: "Why did you cut it?"

"Ok?"

"You used to have long hair fluttering."

Zhang Qingqiao smiled, "Actually, I really hate long hair."

Yan Luoqing pursed her lips, "Are you stimulated?"

"At that time, I actually made a bet with Yan Qing. Whoever lost would have to keep their hair long for three years. In the end, I lost." Zhang Qingqiao was stunned immediately, "What's the matter, my new hairstyle is not good? It took a lot of money. The latest fashion business model designed at a reasonable price. Yan Qing also said it was pretty good.”

What is the relationship between these two people?What a bet every day.

Zhang Qingqiao tilted his head and looked at him, with great interest, "Actually, Yan Qing has always admired you as a cousin, and she only talked about you in private with me. Why do you hate him so much?"

Yan Luoqing was inexplicably uncomfortable, and sat upright in her seat, "Do you often mention me behind my back?"

Zhang Qingqiao put the pen back into the pen holder, smiled and said nothing.

At around seven o'clock in the evening, Yan Luoqing was carried by Zhang Qingqiao to the banquet hall.

It happened that Yan Luoqing was also a frequent visitor of this club, so the lobby manager who received Zhang Qingqiao saw him and called Mr. Yan.

Yan Luoqing smiled at him.

The lobby manager smiled and said, "It turns out that Mr. Yan knows Mr. Zhang."

Zhang Qingqiao nodded, "You go ahead, we can go in by ourselves." After speaking, he led Yan Luoqing into the inner hall.

The banquet went smoothly, Zhang Qingqiao's contacts did not disappoint Yan Luoqing.

During the dinner, Yan Luoqing promoted the company's philosophy and products without any trace, and based on the responses of the people who came to chat, she had estimated [-]% to [-]% confidence in four or five of the cases.

Suddenly the lights in the hall dimmed, and the music on the dance floor sounded. A couple of young people began to dance in the open space, and more and more people joined in.

Yan Luoqing stood at the bar and had just finished talking politely to an uncle Zhang Qingqiao had introduced to him, when Zhang's mother came over to chat with him cordially.

While responding to Zhang's mother's words, he quietly stuffed the business card he had just received into his pocket.

Zhang's mother and Yan Luoqing's mother are completely different types.Yan Ma is the kind of woman who can make the whole hall pay attention to her just by sitting in a corner. She always has a compelling brilliance and a loud voice beyond ordinary people's imagination.Zhang's mother is as indifferent as a chrysanthemum, and she speaks softly, with a refined and elegant temperament.So Yan Luoqing had a good impression of her.

She smiled at Er Er in the faint candlelight, "Qingqiao said you are Xiaoqing's cousin? You really look alike."

In the eyes of outsiders, this sentence is actually a compliment.Because Yan Qing's appearance has always been a model of beauty recognized by the public.

But Yan Luoqing didn't see it that way.He never felt that he and Yan Qing looked alike in any corner.To say they look like it is an insult to him.

He lowered his head and smiled, lest his humiliating smile be too ferocious under the dim light, and his voice was as gentle as ever, "Qing Qiao and Auntie also look quite similar, they are very talented." This is true, even if Zhang Qingqiao No matter how foolish people are, the facial features still reveal a clear and sharp temperament, which is completely the true biography of Zhang's mother.

Hearing her son, Zhang's mother's expression on her brows and eyes was soaked in an incomparably gentle smile, "Thanks he doesn't look like his father..."

Zhang Qingqiao slipped back from nowhere, came over and hugged his mother's shoulder, "Xifeng, come dance with me."

Zhang's mother glanced at Yan Luoqing, and patted her son's hand coquettishly, "It's not too big or small." But she was still pulled into the dance floor by her son, half-pushed and started a ballroom dance on the spot, and soon blended into the dance group.

Yan Luoqing, who stayed where she was, laughed: Xifeng?

Then turn out of the hall to go to the toilet.

After leaving the bathroom, he turned a corner in the long corridor, just as another person was coming from the corner, and the two met face to face.

After seeing each other's faces clearly, there seemed to be the sound of weapons clashing in the air.

With a pale face, Gao Ziming took two steps back.

Yan Luoqing showed her white teeth at him, and brushed past him generously.

After a few steps, Gao Ziming stopped him, "...Brother Yan."

Yan Luoqing turned her head slightly, "Yeah"

Gao Ziming was optimistic that there was no one around, and lowered his voice, "Can you sell the photo to me......"

"Photo? What photo?" Yan Luoqing smiled wantonly.

"Forget it." Gao Ziming thought he was unlucky, turned around and left, and soon walked into another banquet hall.

The lobby manager just came out of that banquet hall and greeted Yan Luoqing.

Yan Luoqing asked casually, "What kind of dinner is that over there?"

"X University Alumni Association."

this university?Yan Luoqing remembered that several middle school classmates were also in this school, wondering if they would be there, so Shi Shiran walked over.

This hall is slightly smaller, but the lighting and scenes are very elegantly arranged.

People gathered in one place in twos and threes, chattering and laughing.

Yan Luoqing shuttled through the crowd and scanned around. Except for Gao Ziming who was far away at the teahouse, she didn't find anyone she knew acquainted with. She couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. She was about to leave, but her eyes didn't move away as if they were attracted by a magnet.

A person who surprised him.

The man was standing at a corner table eating a piece of chocolate cake and talking and laughing with a pretty young woman.

Yan Luoqing wanted to turn around and leave immediately, but she paused for more than 10 seconds before walking up in a strange way.

Sensing someone approaching, Zhao Zuo turned around and saw him, his handsome eyes couldn't hide his astonishment.

Yan Luoqing tried hard to squeeze out a warm smile that acquaintances should have when meeting each other.

Zhao Zuo swallowed the rest of the cake in one gulp and ignored him.

Yan Luoqing took a piece of apple from the table, put it in her mouth, chewed and said, "Passing by."

The woman opposite smiled and said, "Xiao Zuo, who is this?"

Zhao Zuo didn't say anything.

Yan Luoqing stretched out a hand to the woman, and said politely, "Hi, I'm Zhao You, Zhao Zuo's brother."

Zhao Zuo rolled his eyes upon hearing this.

The woman's eyes widened in surprise, she stretched out her right hand to shake it, covered her mouth and laughed, "I'm your brother's senior."

Out of the corner of Yan Luoqing's eyes, she saw that Zhao Zuo had floated to the door, so she followed him out.

Zhao Zuo left the hall and walked straight towards the gate, turned right after exiting the gate, and crossed the crossroad after turning right...

Yan Luoqing kept a distance of 10 meters and followed closely.

Zhao Zuo had seen him long before he left the clubhouse, he neither greeted nor questioned him, nor did he wait for him to catch up.

He just let Yan Luoqing follow, and strolled leisurely from the business district to the park, from the park to the pedestrian street, and went into a convenience store to buy a bottle of water, a pack of biscuits and a pack of cigarettes.

After walking for an hour or two, Zhao Zuo finally sat down at one end of the bench in the garden by the river.

He put the half-eaten biscuits on the side, took out his cigarette and lighter, lit it, took a puff, and then slowly exhaled a bubble, watching the smoke change in the orange-yellow air under the street lights Ce looked dazed, poking it casually from time to time, trying to change its shape.

Yan Luoqing slowly walked over and sat down at the other end of the bench.

Zhao Zuo gave him a sideways glance, expressionless, and didn't speak, and turned around to continue playing with his cigarettes as if nothing had happened.

Yan Luoqing leaned on the back of the chair, neither looked him in the eye nor spoke.There was a faint smell of cigarettes in the air, Yan Luoqing couldn't smell the brand of cigarettes, but he felt that the smell was very comfortable.

The two of them sat quietly for a long time.It seemed that everyone was waiting for the other to break the silence first.

It turned out that what broke the silence was a phone call.

Yan Luoqing's.

At the other end is Zhang Qingqiao: "Where are you?"

Yan Luoqing: "I have something to do, let's go first, you guys have fun." Hang up.

Turning around, Zhao Zuo had disappeared.Only the biscuit box next to his original place was left ajar.

Yan Luoqing hurriedly jumped up from the chair and looked around, only to see a dark and empty space under the dark blue sky.

Fucking, he sat back in his chair and fell into agitation.

Suddenly, a cool and soft thing wrapped around his neck from behind, tightening it.

Zhao Zuo's voice sounded faintly from behind him: "Be honest."

Yan Luoqing touched the tie-shaped cloth around her neck and remained silent.

After a few seconds of stalemate, Zhao Zuo finally sighed as if giving up, and took off his tie.

Hearing his footsteps leaving slowly, Yan Luoqing sneered: "You really don't remember?"

Zhao Zuo paused for a moment, then looked at him strangely, "Remember what?"

Yan Luoqing said in a low voice, "I'm so easy to fool?"

Zhao Zuoqi said, "You fucking followed me all night just to talk about this?"

Yan Luoqing's eyes stared straight at him without blinking, as if they were going to penetrate his skin and burn into his bones.

Zhao Zuo met his gaze, feeling uncomfortable as if stuck in a shell, he couldn't even move smoothly, after a long while he finally laughed back gloomily: "You were crazy in high school, and you haven't cured it yet?"

"Where have you been these past few months?" Yan Luoqing ignored his ridicule.

"What do I think?" Zhao Zuo didn't bother to pay attention to his inquiry, "I haven't seen you for more than a year. Here," he pointed to his forehead, "something seems to be wrong. If you didn't talk to me before, you definitely wouldn't Tell me a word. Tonight, you are talking about it, did you take the wrong medicine?"

Who is in the wrong mind?

Yan Luoqing suppressed her anger, forced a smile, and said softly, "Where do you live now?"

Zhao Zuo seemed to see a fly transformed into an Ultraman, and said defensively, "What do you want to do?"

Yan Luoqing snorted, "I really don't remember? Think it through before you speak." Okay, keep pretending.I will play with you.

Zhao Zuo was stunned, and muttered for a long time: "...You don't mean to talk about that painting, do you?"

painting?

Yan Luoqing was startled.

The moonlight slanted into Yan Luoqing's eyes, reflecting some old colors, and a door of time and space tunnel opened in his mind with a bang.

He almost forgot about it.

He suddenly remembered why he hated Zhao Zuo so much all these years.