flammable relationship

Then we talked about some things in a daze.

Wei Ran's mind was in a mess, the alcohol he drank softened his nerves and brain, and was beaten into a puddle of pulp by Fu Yiheng's confession sentence after sentence. He would walk into a dead end for a long time Can't transfer out either.

Fu Yiheng was calm, and took full control of the conversation.

He asked Wei Ran if he was only working as a teacher at school now, Wei Ran said more than that, and also worked part-time as a trader for a company.Fu Yiheng majors in mathematics. Today's hot industries, such as communication, finance, computer, network, artificial intelligence and other dazzling jobs, all require a strong mathematical foundation. Many of his college classmates at that time sharpened their heads and went to the financial industry Li Drilling, meeting and chatting from time to time, and boasting, no matter how much Mr. Fu closed his eyes and listened, he would inevitably be brought to understand a little superficially.As soon as he heard about the trader, he roughly understood the origin of Wei Ran's assets. His line of business was devoted to dealing with money. It looked bright on the surface, but the water was deep. Sudden death on the way.

"There are quite a few people who went to jail. One of my partners took over private work the year before last. He was cheated on gambling, and was directly handcuffed to the police station. He was sentenced to ten years in prison." Wei Ran put his hands on the back of his neck and stroked his hands over and over again. Pi, "Some money in this world is black, some money is white, and the rest are all gray. It's disgusting to see too much, so I won't say it to hurt your mood."

That was Wei Ran's world.

Fu Yiheng didn't want to ask, but just to be on the safe side, he still had to say: "What about you? What color is your money?"

Wei Ran did not answer this question directly, he raised his head, met Fu Yiheng's probing eyes from bottom to top, and wrinkled his nose: "Does Teacher Fu think that most of my money is blown by the wind?"

"Cough." Fu Yiheng pressed an empty fist to his lips and cleared his throat, "That's not what I meant."

"I know what you mean." Wei Ran started to smoke again, fiddled with the spring cap of the lighter, the sound of clicking was a bit annoying, the flame jumped up and was blown out by the night wind again, he hooked the corner of his mouth , "A lot of people mean that."

The chatterbox opened up. Manager Wei squatted on the curb, collecting capital market trends, looking for potential listing or acquisition targets, and talking about financial analysis of historical data, financial forecasts, and corporate valuations, throwing out professional terms one after another. When he came out, Fu Yiheng was stunned. After the smashing, the conversation changed from self-promotion, teamwork, marketing, and wine table culture.

He said that people with excessive brain power will appear daydream walking state, too much pressure will lead to manic gaffes, and pleasing the core customer Xiao Mi can lead to the conclusion of the transaction more than pleasing the customer himself, and the personal record is not touched for a whole month Going to bed, drinking coffee one second and staring at the screen nervously, the next second you can fall asleep with drooping eyelids, not to mention the sofa, the stool, chair and floor are already ideal places to catch up on sleep.

"After listening to this, do you still mean that?" Wei Ran asked.

Fu Yiheng clicked his tongue, choked dryly, and said, "It's not easy."

After a pause, he asked again: "Is it interesting to make money like this? If the body breaks down, wouldn't it become a tragedy in the world? People die, and the money hasn't been spent yet."

"Yeah, it's quite boring." Wei Ran nodded and laughed, with misty white smoke overflowing from the corner of his mouth. On closer inspection, he seemed to be more capable and capable, and the whole aura gave people the feeling that he was sinking, unlike When I was young, I floated in the sky like duckweed without roots.

"That's better than being alive but having no money." He lowered his voice, with the lingering gloom still lingering between his brows, "Because there is only one crime in this world, and that is being poor. Money is not good. It’s a joke, but you’re not a joke if you don’t have money. My mother went to be a wine girl for money, and my dad accidentally killed someone to ask for salary. I’ve been poor since I was born. , those unlucky days doomed me to have no other way to live in my life, either to die or to become rich. Don’t be afraid of your jokes, I left with this determination four years ago, and now I am fucking alive and standing In front of you, being able to give you what others have, and being able to confidently fight for the status of standing next to you, is also a wish fulfilled. To put it unluckily, even if I take two steps at this moment, I will be hit by a car and die immediately Yes, it's worth it."

When he said these words, he was smiling, his eyes were sharp, and he had the banditry and madness of a doomed madman.

Fu Yiheng was stunned when he heard this, and when he realized it, he subconsciously went to scoop up people, and said harshly: "What nonsense, I think you fell into the eyes of the money and were smothered by the smell of ink! We are standing on the street now, and the traffic is full of cars. , Who are you trying to scare to death by saying this?"

Wei Ran was pulled by him to stand up, staggered two steps, laughed, looked at Fu Yiheng, and asked softly, "Scared you?"

The raised heart fell back into the chest again, Fu Yiheng shook off his arm, his face was not very good-looking: "Well, I won't be able to chat with you. Get up and go back."

"Okay, come back, we'll come back if you say so." Wei Ran bent his eyes, happily attached to the back, and became a humanoid repeater, Fu Yiheng kept calling out.

Fu Yiheng wished he could plug his ears with cotton, it was better than being screamed so loudly that his liver trembled.

"Fu Yiheng, were you worried about my physical condition just now? Afraid that I would die just to make money?" Wei Ran was acting wild with the help of alcohol, "Oh, it's not, at most, I have chronic gastritis and gastric ulcer Besides, you also said that I am ten years younger than you. If I want to achieve the achievement of not seeking to be born on the same day but to die on the same day, wouldn’t I have to do my best while I was young? Don’t you think so... Mr. Fu , Fu Yiheng, please go slowly, Chaozi and the others are not in a hurry."

"Compared to your body." Fu Yiheng slowed down his pace, with a blank expression on his face, "I am more worried about your mental state. From the current point of view, you have already appeared symptoms of unrealistic delusions."

Wei Ran is floating right now, so he can't tell the words clearly.

"I'm in good spirits." He still giggled, "Don't worry."

"I'm worried about shit." Teacher Fu had no temper, and urged, "Don't procrastinate, it's getting late, finish the show early, and the old people have limited physical strength, so they can't afford you young people."

"Not old, not old, very beautiful, and there are suitors who send flowers every day..."

The two returned to the private room, and when they pushed open the small wooden door, Song Yu and Liu Yingchao were holding the wine bottle. It was not allowed to sing affectionately as guest officials, but Liu Yingchao sharpened her voice to play female voices. She was soft, soft and crispy, comparable to the Queen of Sweet Songs Teresa Teng and Fu Yiheng didn't dare to stretch their feet in for a while, Wei Ran rolled his eyelids, and explained calmly that this was a song they were familiar with at that time.

Fu Yiheng: "..."

What's the matter, is this discriminating against post-80s?Just now, he kept flattering and saying that he is not old, and the co-authors are all cheating ghosts?

Liu Yingchao was completely drunk. As soon as Wei Ran sat down, he dropped the bottle and came up to him, hugging his brother Ran and refusing to let go. During the period, he suspected that he was grabbing Wei Ran's collar and secretly greeted his face, muttering something. Ci: "Brother Ran, why do you think she just doesn't want me? How am I worse than others?"

"Who, who doesn't want you?"

Wei Ran was absent for half of the drink, unable to turn his head around, so he could only ask Jiang Xiaobo, the most reliable in the audience, with his eyes.

Jiang Xiaobo wiped his face, and twisted his slender eyebrows into twists: "We were talking about emotional issues just now, and this kid started crying and howling as soon as he talked about it... Oh no, the truth is revealed. Wei Ran, you... Is there someone who looks taller than you?" Xi Shi is also a beautiful sister?"

Wei Ran raised his eyebrows, feeling a little smug: "Wei Xi?"

You can't even mention the name, once you mention it, the person in your arms twitches violently, and starts whispering, wiping his nose and tears, and can't hear half of a sentence.

This is a ghost, Wei Ran has never found any clues before, why did he cry?His good brother and his sister?When did the underground revolutionary friendship develop?

"Hey, brother Ran, today I will reveal the secret that I have kept for many years for Chaozi." Song Yu slowly wiped his hands with a warm towel, with a serious expression on his face, "This kid, on the surface, he is He's quite inconspicuous, flirtatious, but he's actually a kind of love, the kind of infatuation that never changes. I didn't dare to tell you before, for fear that you would stab him, but I have been secretly in love with your sister all the time. It is said that I have had feelings since I was a child, childhood sweetheart , a talented man and a beautiful woman."

There is a female appearance, but as for the talent...that's nonsense.

"You like that girl Wei Xi?" Wei Ran took "Lang" out of his arms by pressing his neck, it was unbelievable, and the tone changed, "You are still young?"

Liu Yingchao is a very energetic young man, now he is very depressed, his eyes are red, his nose is also red, he nods aggrievedly, he is a little shy to be told what is on his mind, his coyness is so sour.

Wei Ran patted his face to wake him up, his complexion didn't fluctuate much, he seemed to be quite enlightened, and asked: "Then have you told her?"

After being sour, it was bitter, Liu Yingchao twitched the corner of her mouth, her face was flushed, her lips trembled for a long time, and she burst into tears with a "Wow".

Wei Ran was shocked. Apart from being hung up and beaten by his parents since he was a child, he had never seen this iron boy make such a big fuss about something. He immediately opened his eyes and moved back a few steps, without moving his hands. Know where to put it.

Judging by that expression, he probably suspected that his friend had been lowered.

"Oh, why are you picking up sad things?" Song Yuchang sighed, poured out the last sip of wine in the bottle, and smacked his lips, "He is a cannon, can he hold back who he likes? Confession The frequency can catch up with three meals a day. From childhood to adulthood, counting, there are hundreds of times if not thousands of times. Brother Ran, tsk, your sister is also a ruthless person."