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After taking a series of photos, Minglang got up with his mobile phone.

"Name?"

"Kan Qi."

"age?"

"32."

"gender?"

Kan Qi picked his nose: "You see."

Minglang glanced at him sideways, and continued with the movement of his hands, "Mobile phone number?"

"136XXXX1234."

"You better not lie to me."

Kan Qi patted the bed with both hands, and scolded: "You have taken so many photos of me, so I have to lie to you with a mobile phone number?"

Minglang didn't answer the call, and concentrated on playing with the phone. After about ten minutes, Minglang put the phone in his bag, sat by the bed, and said a word: "Actually, you are not as smart as I imagined."

"What do you mean?" Kan Qi squinted at him.

"Think about it yourself!" Minglang got up, packed the Buddha statue back into his backpack, zipped it up and prepared to leave.

"Hey, you leave my Buddha statue behind!"

"why?"

"Why?" Kan Qi was dumbfounded: "I did everything you asked me to do, why didn't you return the things to me?"

"Did I say I would pay you back?" Qingming asked innocently.

Kan Qi came to his senses at this time: "Just now you asked me to apologize, take a video, and take a photo to co-author... co-author you are teasing me!"

"This is your retribution." Minglang picked up his backpack and walked out.

"Hey you..." Kan Qi couldn't care less about getting angry, he chased after Ming Lang and yelled, "You have to untie me, right?!"

Minglang turned back: "Silly X, I bound your feet, not your hands."

Kan Qi: "..."

Kan Qi hadn't seen Ming Lang since the farewell in the villa that day, but the next half month was really hard for him!

Minglang used his name to register an account on a certain dating website that night, and posted all his pornographic photos, and copied and pasted some skinny confessions from somewhere, and he seemed eager to find someone to ride.

With Kan Qi's good looks, he is very popular in the circle of friends, especially those photos are taken of a person who is beautiful, natural, lively and provocative. In the jargon, he is a typical muscular gay guy. He is very popular. Anyone with a discerning eye will automatically According to the classification attribute, some people are too slow to even make an appointment online, so they call him directly.

Kan Qi was looking at the documents sent to him by the Environmental Protection Bureau in his office when his cell phone rang. He saw that it was from Kunming.

"Hello."

"Hello," the other party said politely, "Is this Mr. Kan Qi?"

"Well, may I ask who you are?"

"My name is Sky Feishe. I saw your profile on a dating site, and I think we just happen to have a lot in common, so..."

Kan Qi looked up to the sky and let out a long sigh, come again!

In the past half a month, at least fifty or sixty phone calls have been received, all of which were from anyone after seeing his information on the website.Some people were more tactful, asking if it was convenient for Fang to come out for a meal, and some directly asked for sex, and he was almost harassed crazy.

"Listen well, I don't care where you read my information, don't call me in the future, or I will send someone to Kunming to fuck you until you prolapse!"

Seeing the boss hung up the phone in a hurry, Lao Wu next to him couldn't help laughing, "Brother Qi, how many days have it been since you keep making harassing calls? Quite popular!"

"shut up."

Lao Wu laughed and said, "I'm just wondering what's going on? How did your pornographic photos get posted on the Internet? And it's been taken down for several days. Why are there still so many people visiting? Your charisma covers too much. wide!"

Kan Qi knew that Lao Wu was running on him, so he glared at him: "Have you read the report from the Environmental Protection Bureau?"

Lao Wu didn't answer his question, and said hypocritically: "Hey, I don't think you need to overthrow a boatload of people with one shot. When it's time to make an appointment, you should make an appointment properly. If you don't guarantee it, there will be the type you like?"

"Who do you think you are? You care about me?" Kan Qi slapped the table: "I haven't asked you how important it is that you threw me at home that night and ran away so impatiently." Waiting for you to deal with it? Kill me..."

Kan Qi stopped talking and almost blurted out.

"What's wrong with you?" Lao Wu couldn't hear the words.

"It caused me to vomit all over the bed, and half my life was gone!"

Lao Wu rubbed his nose, smiled without saying a word.

Kan Qi saw his smile with ulterior motives and said, "Why do I think your smile is not innocent?"

"No, it's just a casual smile."

"It looks like a conspiracy."

"Brother Qi is talking nonsense, really!" Old Wu pointed to the evaluation report sent by the Environmental Protection Bureau in the morning, and said, "Director Ma is quite efficient in his work, and he gave out the EIA report in half a month."

"The efficiency of a fart!" Kan Qi sneered: "If I hadn't given him a bunch of high-quality huanghuali bracelets later, do you think he would be willing to issue this report?"

Speaking of this, Kan Qi thought of something: "Old Wu, Lin Yiyang also put in a lot of effort that day to coax the old guy into submission, so give him a red envelope."

"Well, I see." Lao Wu nodded and said, "Brother Qi, does the evaluation report mean that we can start work?"

"Well, we'll start when the technicians are in place."

"Brother Qi, you can only work for eight hours a day, isn't it too harsh?"

Kan Qi raised his eyes and looked at Lao Wu: "You also know that it is harsh. Now that work has started, how can I only work for eight hours?"

"You mean..."

"Since he gave me a passing test report, I am mining legally. For me, time is money. If I don't work for sixteen hours a day, how can I make money?"

Lao Wu worried: "But now the regulatory authorities are biting too hard. This is undoubtedly a desperate move. If it is discovered, the mining license will be revoked."

"So I applied for a sentence: Wealth and wealth are found in danger. Besides," Kan Qi picked up the environmental impact assessment report in his hand: "If I really only work eight hours a day, then I am purely serving the people, and I don't have such a high level of consciousness. , I’m a businessman, I only know how to make money, so what if something goes wrong? Remember, it’s people who make troubles, but it’s people who solve problems.”

Lao Wu smiled lightly: "Brother Qi, you are the most courageous person I have ever met."

"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"

"Should... be a good thing, right?"

Kan Qi smiled and said, "I'm going to Myanmar with Zhou Guan in the afternoon. You should keep an eye on the company these days and call me if you have anything to do."

"Well, don't worry," Lao Wu asked, "Are you coming back to Auntie's performance for the elderly next week?"

Kan Qi tapped his head, almost forgot about it, and sighed: "Next Saturday, right? I have to crawl back, or my mother will strangle me to death."

"That's right, you must come back, anyway, you are also the only sponsor!"

"Old Wu, don't make fun of me, you know that I have nothing to do with my mother." Kan Qi felt that the most troublesome thing in the world was not work, but her mother!

Since his father passed away, the old lady hasn't found a partner. She plays different tricks all day long and has signed up for more than a dozen interest classes. From musical instruments to singing, from calligraphy to painting, no one is left behind.Since being dubbed "Plaza Yang Liping" recently, she has become even more embarrassing. Kan Qi insists on sponsoring an art performance for the elderly in their activity center.Originally, it was okay to pay a little money, but the important thing is that the old man also ordered him to participate in the activities of the day. The euphemistic name is: to establish a new model and new image of successful entrepreneurs in Xijiang City, so that he can be elected as a member of the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference in the future. .

Kan Qi never thought of embarking on a political career, and that kind of dressed-up and beastly style is not suitable for him.But it’s useless to say a thousand words and ten thousand dollars. In the end, he was defeated by his mother’s hard work. He spent tens of thousands of dollars to rent performance venues, order performance costumes, and rehearse programs for them. Attending the event as an identity... Where did this group of elderly people get so much energy?What kind of style is it to put your own passion above the pain of others?

The weather is fine today, and I take a rest in the morning, and accompany Xu Huafang to the hospital for regular checkups, including blood routine, liver function, kidney function, blood lipids and blood sugar.

Minglang walked out of the hospital looking at the test sheets all the way, and said unhappily: "Mom, your high blood sugar is enough, enough to bear, why are your blood lipids even up now?"

"How do I know..." Xu Huafang said, "Maybe I've eaten too much pork belly recently!"

"Come on," Ming Lang let out a long breath, "Now you've got all the top three skills!"

"Haha, yes, it's not easy."

"It's not easy? Why don't you know the harm and fear?" Ming Lang scolded, "Did you hear what the doctor said just now?"

"Let me eat lightly and rest early."

"You go to bed later than me every night, so you know how to chase and chase TV dramas."

"Where is it?" Xu Huafang disagreed: "I am obviously helping Aunt Chen glue the cardboard boxes while watching TV, you can't let me just do things like this, it's so boring."

"Helping Uncle Liu put on meat skewers is already my limit, why don't you stick some boxes for Aunt Chen..."

"I can't stay idle."

"I don't care. I'll tell Aunt Chen in a while. From tomorrow on, I won't...don't do work for her family. You can take care of me at home!" Mom really didn't want him to worry.

"Come on, you want to smother me to death just by letting me wear meat skewers?"

"You can go out and sing with Aunt Yingxue and the others!"

"Just me in a wheelchair, don't you let people push me to the elderly activity center every day, and then push me home after work?" Xu Huafang said angrily.

"I...then it's fine if you want to help Aunt Chen with work, but you must, you must promise me one thing."

"Isn't it just going to bed early, okay!" Xu Huafang knew what her son was going to say without even thinking about it.

Minglang pushed his mother to the bus stop in front of the hospital and waited for the bus. He remembered what his mother said about his chest pain two days ago, and asked, "You said that your chest hurt that day, is it better now?"

Xu Huafang touched her chest and said, "It's okay, I can't tell where it hurts, it's like my chest hurts and my back hurts."

"Uh... I guess it's because you've been sitting and bending over for too long, and your blood isn't flowing smoothly. I'll buy you a box of Shujinjianwa pills in the afternoon."

"Oh, by the way," Xu Huafang remembered a very important thing: "Remember to ask Xiaobing for half a day off next Saturday. I can't delay my trip to the Cultural Palace."

"All right, all right, I see, what a big deal... You've said it a dozen times."

"Your mother is amazing. With my oriole-like clear voice, how many people are thinking about my return to the world!" Xu Huafang stayed in a cultural station around Xijiang City in those years when she went to the countryside to jump in the queue, and served as the broadcaster for the station. member.

Minglang rolls his eyes, his mother's legs and feet are inconvenient, so it's good to stay at home quietly, but Uncle Zhang of the Cultural Palace invites his mother to be the announcer for their... old age art performance next Saturday, hey!It's nothing to mess around with!It is not good to invite someone who is not good.

After receiving the invitation, my mother was so happy that she raced against time all day to practice enunciating words with a concave belly at home. The sound was like a bell, and the power shook the four directions. Thanks to the fact that there are not many households living in their building, otherwise It must have been complained about nuisance.

At first, Mingming wanted to stop my mother from participating in these messy activities, but after thinking about it, my mother usually stays at home and does some scattered work. She can’t go anywhere, and there is no one to chat with her. Thinking about it, it’s lonely. An activity for the elderly is also good, to adjust her mood and give her a chance to express her heart to her peers.As long as his mother is in a good mood, he will be at ease.

In the afternoon, a lot of spare parts arrived at the motorcycle repair shop. Minglang moved the goods and inspected them with a few other people, and it took him a busy afternoon to finish stocking them.The business was good this month, and Xiaobing gave each employee in the store a bonus of 300 yuan.

Avoiding several other people, Xiaobing walked up to Minglang alone and said, "Brother Lang, I'll give you 500 yuan."

Minglang was very surprised. He didn't do any extra work or work overtime. He was already very happy when Xiaobing gave him 300 yuan. Why did he give him an extra 200 yuan?

"Soldier, don't, don't do this, I'll do the same as everyone else."

"Why? Give money and don't want it?" Xiao Bing laughed.

"Of course I want it, but [-]... is really too much, and I didn't work overtime, and the sales were just so-so, not to mention I haven't paid you back the motorcycle money I got from you before!" Minglang felt uncomfortable. You deserve this bonus.

Xiaobing looked at this honest brother and said, "Take it, you deserve it. I'm so stingy, how can I give you more?"

Minglang thought for a while, "Then deduct it from the motorcycle money I owe you, and save the rest to you slowly."

"How do you..." Xiao Bing really didn't know how to describe him.

"What's the matter? Anyway, you gave it to me, and I still want to return it to you. You can just pretend." Minglang smiled honestly.

"Okay!" Xiao Bing also simply said, "I won't be tied to you, just treat it as if you paid me back!" After deliberating for a while, Xiao Bing asked again: "Brother Lang, how are you doing these days?"

"Well, okay, what's the matter?" Qingming thought he was asking about himself and his mother.

"Uh... I mean, Kan Qi and his gang didn't come to trouble you, did they?"

Minglang hesitated for a moment, then said with a smile, "No, that kind of person doesn't have the time to hang around me all day long."

"Oh... that's good, so I don't have to worry." Xiaobing breathed a sigh of relief.

After hesitating for a while, he was still worried: "They really didn't embarrass you? Don't lie to me, tell me if you have anything to do."

During this period of time, Xiaobing has always had one thing in his mind, that is, that day when Kan Qi's people called him to pick up Minglang on Huancheng Road.He knew that something must have gone wrong the night before, but it was inconvenient to mention it on his own initiative, so he waited for Minglang to tell him what happened, but Minglang acted as if nothing happened and didn't mention a word, which made Xiaobing panic even more , he felt that he had let Mingming take the blame.

Minglang still smiled brightly: "No, what do you have to say to believe it?" What's the use of telling you?

Xiao Bing had no other choice, and it was impossible to force him to admit with the knife holder on his neck: "Well, if you say no, you don't have it, but you must tell me if you have something, do you know brother?"

"Yes, yes, thank you brother." Ming Lang patted him on the shoulder.