Reservoir Dogs

In the end, Fu Jingsan still failed to drive Huo Yunjiang away. They spent the night and did it again at dawn.He was so tired that he fell asleep like a faint, and when he woke up, Huo Yunjiang had already left, leaving a few used condoms on the ground, which proved how presumptuous they were last night.

Fu Jingsan tidied herself up as if nothing happened, and went to call Zhang Qiankun.

"...It's at Longjiang, look for it, I'll give him a call later, and you can just go and find him." Zhang Qiankun said, "Wechat pushed you. Let's have supper tonight, I have good news for you."

"What's the good news, just tell me directly." Fu Jingsan stepped on his car and asked while inserting the key, "Don't play tricks on me, I hate cheating."

"Hey, even if there is no good news, can't you come, third brother?" Zhang Qiankun continued with a playful smile, "Today is the [-]th, and we will drive to the temple just after eating, isn't that a good time?"

"That's fine, we'll talk about it tonight." Before Zhang Qiankun could reply, Fu Jingsan hung up the phone

He rode a motorcycle skillfully through the traffic, drank alcohol and vomited for a while last night, and hasn't eaten much until now, but his stomach doesn't feel much as if it stopped working.It didn't take long for him to drive to the destination, parked the car and walked quickly into the pedestrian flow of the pedestrian street, raised his head to look around at the signs, and occasionally lowered his head to confirm the name of the shop sent by Zhang Qiankun.

It was a tattoo parlor called "Tattoo Parlor".

Fu Jingsan was not very familiar with these things, and he didn't even know where to find a delicious late-night snack; Zhang Qiankun perfectly filled the knowledge gap for him in this regard, and it would definitely not be wrong to ask him usually.

In the "Tattoo Parlor", there were customers sitting in twos and threes chatting in the rest area. As soon as Fu Jing walked in, a man with dreadlocks came out to greet him: "Welcome, do you have an appointment?"

"No," Fu Jingsan turned the phone to the information page with Zhang Qiankun, "My friend of Zhang Qiankun, are you the boss? He said his boss has contacted him."

The man squinted his eyes, nodded his head and said, "I am, he called me just now. Do you want a big picture or not? Have you figured out the picture?"

"...I'll get my tattoo removed." Fu Jing said three times.

"Wash it, yes, yes," the boss said, "but maybe you have to wait a while."

He pouted towards the rest area, and said, "There is another guest who has made an appointment, Xiao Tu, about 10 minutes, can you wait? Or you can go downstairs for a walk."

"It's okay, you can wait."

"Okay, then you sit down for a while."

As he said, he walked to another empty table in the rest area. The boss first poured him a cup of tea, and then called the reserved guests to enter.Fu Jingsan lowered his head to look at his phone - Huo Yunjiang sent him a total of 74 blank text messages last night, his damn phone hasn't been deleted in batches yet, he can only delete one by one.

The string of numbers appeared in front of his eyes again and again, and the numbers were about to change back to the three characters "Huo Yunjiang" in a daze.

Deleting the number is of course impossible for them to cut off contact, but he doesn't want to call again, and he doesn't want to think of him the first time when he is helpless.Just like that day at the police station, if he didn't call Huo Yunjiang, at least he didn't have to act like a real prostitute in the car.

But this is essentially useless work - Boss Huo will not change the number easily, and he remembers it so firmly that he can't forget it even if he wants to.

The girl with the tattoo inside started screaming, he frowned in disgust, and clicked into the memo after deleting all the blank text messages.It has been 180 days since the unexpected encounter with Huo Yunjiang, and he will be able to say goodbye to him completely in 170 days.

Occasionally, Fu Jingsan felt that he was stupid, always doing meaningless things.

Even if he came to wash off that tattoo, could it explain anything? It couldn't explain anything.

He stared at the countdown numbers on the phone screen in a daze, the phone vibrated suddenly, and Zhang Qiankun's text message popped up: Don't tattoo where you can see it, we are serious businessmen!

Fu Jingsan: Are you sick?

Zhang Qiankun: Third brother, I am serious!Your sister, you know you must be unhappy with your tattoo!

Fu Jingsan: ...I'm here to have my tattoo removed.

Zhang Qiankun:? ! !

Zhang Qiankun: When did you get the tattoo!I do not know how!

Fu Jingsan: Repost blackmail.

10 minutes passed quickly, and the girl in it was crying and howling until the end, which was extremely annoying.She and her friends excitedly described the feeling of tattooing, while paying the money, a group of people left the tattoo parlor talking and laughing.Seeing his appearance, the boss seemed to be able to guess what he was thinking: "Little girls are like this, they are intolerant to pain, and it doesn't hurt so much when they cry out....Start now?"

"Ah."

"Where is the tattoo?"

"Back waist."

"Okay, just lie on your stomach, just put your clothes up."

Fu Jingsan got down on the ground as he said, and after hesitating for a few seconds, he still lifted up his shirt and pulled down his trousers a bit.It is not accurate to say that it is the lower back. To be precise, his tattoo is on the waist and eyes, which is a position that cannot be seen unless he takes off his clothes.So not only Zhang Qiankun didn't know that he had tattoos on his body, but even his sister didn't know.

The boss put on disposable gloves, put the tools to be used on the side shelf, and asked, "Have you figured it out?"

"……what?"

"Whether you have a tattoo or have your tattoo removed, you still have to ask," the boss said, "Don't be impulsive, and you will regret it after you calm down. Do you want to have it removed?"

Fu Jingsan cursed in his heart, it's better not to ask.

The boss may have gone through the motions out of responsibility, but he thought through all the details about the tattoo in the past few seconds.Seeing that he didn't answer, the boss looked at the tattoo and said chattingly: "But you are a little old, and it has faded a lot; this is the craftsmanship..."

"It's rubbish, right? I think so too." Fu Jing answered three times.

He sometimes sees in the mirror that the handwriting on the skin is too random, the edges are not smooth, and even the middle of the characters cannot be filled with color.

"Have you figured it out yet?"

"Think it over," Fu Jingsan said, "help me touch up the color."

The boss was stunned for a moment: "Then, should I give you a little repair?"

"No, that's it."

"Eat, eat, don't just look at it, the crayfish in this store are amazing, really!" Zhang Qiankun was wearing gloves, and the movement of peeling the shrimp was very skillful, he was so hot that he gasped and said, "Third brother, try it!"

Fu Jingsan stared at the red peppers, thought for a while and waved to the waiter: "One fried rice with eggs, two bottles of Yanjing."

"Ok!"

"Don't, don't, don't want beer, I'll be driving later, let's have two cokes." Zhang Qiankun said hastily, "No, third brother, if I treat you to crayfish, you will eat fried rice with eggs?"

"...I have an upset stomach, and I can't eat spicy food." Fu Jingsan raised his chin slightly, frowning impatiently, "Didn't you say you have something to say, hurry up and say it."

"What's the rush..." "Say it? I'm leaving."

"Say, say," Zhang Qiankun didn't dare to disobey him, and quickly swallowed the shrimp in his mouth, "Someone wants to invest in us and open a factory."

"What factory?" This made Fu Jingsan laugh, "Fake winery?"

"Hey, what kind of fake wine, we call it self-brewed wine." Zhang Qiankun retorted.

The business started when Zhang Qiankun found a village in the nearby mountains that was good at brewing wine. However, the people in the village had no business acumen, so the wine was only served in the village for his own people, and most villagers still chose to farm for their livelihood.Zhang Qiankun accidentally discovered that the wine tasted really good, with a flavor of foreign wine, so he thought about adding a brand to it and packaging it, and sold it in nightclubs and restaurants after returning from the mountain village.

It is not wrong to say that it is fake wine, and it is not wrong to say that it is self-brewed wine.

"I'm serious. A boss tasted it and thought it tasted good. He plans to invest in our own branding. He is responsible for introducing customers and we are responsible for making wine." Zhang Qiankun said, "Do you know how much the boss invested?"

"Ok?"

"Five million first!"

"..." Fu Jingsan was hooked by the smell of the food and became hungry, so he lit a cigarette and suppressed it first, "I think I'm a liar. Broken business."

"I didn't say it, it's a 5000 million business." Zhang Qiankun said, "You are serious, and the money has already been charged to my account; oh yes, I opened a special account, and it will be a public account in the future. ..."

Fu Jingsan was almost choked to death by the smoke, and his brows were twisted into twists: "Are you kidding? Have you signed the contract and paid?"

"Yeah, he's very cheerful..." "What's the boss's name and what does he do?" Fu Jingsan took the conversation away, "Don't tell me my surname is Huo!"

"Huo? No, the surname is Qin, just that, the son of the boss of Longjiang Times Square!"

"........."

Realizing that he was thinking too much, Fu Jingsan's face burned hotly, even though Zhang Qiankun didn't know about him and Huo Yunjiang at all.

Zhang Qiankun was hyping up, what to do first, what to do next, where to choose the company's location, and how many people to recruit, he had already thought about it, and he looked very excited.Fu Jingsan really didn't have the talent to do business, so after listening for a while, he only said, "Do whatever you like, just say what you need me to do, and I don't care about the rest."

"Don't worry, I will definitely start this business." Zhang Qiankun said, "When I have money, he might look at me more."

"...What are you doing so humblely?"

"Hey, I'm used to being humble." Zhang Qiankun said with a sad smile, "I'm afraid that even if I have money, he will look down on me."

"Tell me?"

"I really don't know what to say about this matter. The simple summary is..." Zhang Qiankun smacked his lips and said embarrassedly, "One-night stand, and then I fell into trouble."

"Awesome." Fu Jingsan said indifferently, "One-night stands can also fall."

"Let me tell you seriously, I think sometimes whether you like it or not doesn't necessarily have to be such an internal thing....No, I'm asking your third brother this way, a person who is very compatible in bed but has a very different living environment; The one that matches your life rhythm very well but doesn't go well with you when you go to bed, which one would you choose?"

Fu Jingsan raised the corners of his mouth and laughed mischievously: "I choose to live well."

"Awesome," Zhang Qiankun laughed, "My third brother is worthy of being my third brother. He has never had a girlfriend. It sounds like he has experienced many battles."