Porcelain industry leader

Before this, Song Yu had never received any IOUs, let alone write IOUs, and he was not particularly clear about what to write. He was afraid that Gu Qingchi would find loopholes in the IOUs and not pay back the money, so he simply found a template on the Internet. Let Gu Qingchi copy it.

However, when he saw that Gu Qingchi had written the word "IOU" as "Jiu Tiao", he felt that he was probably worrying too much.

"Ben, Ren, Wang, yes..." Gu Qingchi wrote while reading, because his fingers were not easy to bend, he wrote every word very carefully and with difficulty.

"Oh shit, I copied it wrong." Gu Qingchi let out a "tsk" after he realized it.

Song Yu suppressed a smile from the side.

Gu Qingchi folded the note in half and tore off a piece, and wrote again: "Jiu Tiao, I, Gu Qingchi to..."

Song Yu felt that Gu Qingchi's words were quite miraculous. He said "ow" but wrote "long".

"What's your full name?" Gu Qingchi raised his head and asked.

Song Yu estimated that Gu Qingchi's [-]%, no, [-]% would write Yu as jade, so he took a pen and wrote his name on it.

"Song He?" Gu Qingchi smiled, "Are your parents working as couriers?"

Song Yu closed his eyes and breathed out, "YU Yu, the fourth sound, Song Yu! Did you not graduate from primary school?"

"Graduated, but dropped out before finishing the first day of junior high school," Gu Qingchi lowered his head and continued writing while reading, "Borrowing, money, people, people..."

Song Yu looked at him from the side.

The way he frowns tightly looks like a child who can't make a question, which is a bit funny.

"Why did you drop out of school before finishing the first year of junior high school?" Song Yu asked.

"Fight, I was dismissed by the school." Gu Qingchi said with a relaxed face.

"Okay," the operation of being expelled from school fits Gu Qingchi's style of painting, Song Yu wasn't too surprised, but he didn't expect that Gu Qingchi's career of killing people started so early, "Then why didn't you change schools and continue studying? "

"My dad won't let me read it anymore." When Song Yu wanted to ask why, Gu Qingchi continued to ask, "How do you write the three capital letters of [-]?"

Song Yu said: "For ginseng, replace the bottom with three horizontal lines."

"Oh," Gu Qingchi added three horizontal lines under the word "生", and said after finishing writing, "Is that how it's written? Isn't it?"

"Ah—" Song Yu looked up to the sky and sighed, and then couldn't help laughing wildly.

"Oh fuck, I feel something is wrong, I wrote it wrong again, right?" Gu Qingchi felt helpless, the small piece of paper the size of a palm was not enough to tear it up, so he turned it over and prepared to write it again.

"Forget it, forget it," Song Yu grabbed the piece of paper and the pen, "Let me write it, just sign it."

"Can this be done?" Gu Qingchi asked.

"Yes." Song Yu lowered his head and wrote.

"Then why didn't you say it earlier! It took me a long time." Gu Qingchi frowned.

"I didn't know you were so stupid." Song Yu felt something was wrong after speaking, and looked up at Gu Qingchi's face.

Gu Qingchi did not refute.

Song Yu lowered his head and continued writing, Gu Qingchi leaned over to look at him.

Song Yu writes freely and smoothly without pause, and his hand is full of cursive characters. It is very beautiful, and he looks like a cultural person.

When writing the payment date, Song Yu raised his head and asked, "When do you plan to pay back the money?"

Gu Qingchi turned his eyeballs to look at the sky, and counted the days with his fingers.

Song Yu took out the calendar on his mobile phone and looked at it. According to what Qing Chi said, if he returns it within half a month, it will be on the 28th.

"I'll just write before the 31st, will it be okay?" Song Yu asked.

"February 28, February [-]," Gu Qingchi said counting the days, "As long as it's time, if you haven't returned it before the [-]th, you can call the police directly."

Song Yu glanced at him, but said nothing.

Although Gu Qingchi is a gangster, he may also have their professional ethics, so-called loyalty and integrity.

"Okay, let's see if there is any problem." Song Yu handed over the pen, pointed to the lower right corner and said, "If there is no problem, here it is, just sign it."

Gu Qingchi signed without reading the content, "Thank you, I will definitely pay you back as soon as possible."

"Well," Song Yu took out his mobile phone, swiped 3 yuan, and pointed the screen at Gu Qingchi, "I transferred it to you, please check it."

"Huh? When?" Gu Qingchi couldn't believe it.

Song Yu looked at him, unable to speak for a long time.

Didn't this person really come from time travel? ! !

Afterwards, Song Yu drove Gu Qingchi to the bank, pointed to the self-service cash machine and asked, "Will that thing work?"

"Yes," Gu Qingchi turned his head to look at him, "I'm not a fool."

Song Yu was speechless.

Gu Qingchi walked to the front of the self-service cash machine, inserted the bank card, checked the balance, and was very shocked.

No more, no less.

It has actually arrived!

How did it turn?

When did it turn?

But he didn't have the nerve to ask so many questions, so he transferred [-] to Lao Cao's account and took out the rest of the money.

That thousand and five is a commission.

Every time a task is accepted, there will be a commission. The higher the difficulty, the greater the amount, and the greater the proportion of the commission. These are discussed before accepting the order, but these are not things he needs to worry about. He only needs to be responsible for the commission. Just get the money back.

No one would care how he got it back.

He went with Slant Eye and Lao Cao's cobra last night, blocking the bald man in a KTV.

The bald man was very quick to pay back the money. He was quite surprised at the time, but now that he thinks about it, the group of people must have planned a long time ago, to hold back the cobra first, and to launch a sneak attack after he separated from Squint.

The whole process took no more than 2 minutes, and the person on the other side didn't say a word.

fuck. fuck.

Dead bald.

He has never encountered such a thing where he took out the money and turned back and grabbed it back.

He was too lax about the bald man, but it was impossible for him to eat the dumb man.

Let the bald man spit out the money as he eats it.

"Di Di-"

The sound of horns behind him made him shrug his shoulders.

Gu Qingchi turned around, Song Yu's car drove to his side and stopped.

The window of the driver's seat was slowly lowered, and one hand stretched out, "My business card, I wrote the card number on the back."

"Oh." Gu Qingchi took the business card and glanced at it.

Dingxiang International

Song Yu

a string of phone numbers

The font and texture of the business card looked very high-end, but he didn't understand what kind of company it was and what kind of position this person was.

But there's no need to know that he and Song Yu are not in the same way. If it wasn't for this accident, he and Song Yu would never have met each other for the rest of their lives.

"I'm leaving, goodbye." Song Yu waved his hand in the car.

Gu Qingchi froze for a moment, then nodded, "En."

He hadn't heard the word "goodbye" for a long, long time.

Fuck. They're in the business, no one's gonna say goodbye to him.

Gu Qingchi stood there without moving.

Watching the black body getting further and further away, getting smaller...

turn the corner.

Completely disappeared from view.

What's the use of saying goodbye?

Could there be any intersection?

Song Yu has a business card, a serious job, a goal, a future, and knows which direction he should go...

And he has nothing.

It's not that he and Song Yu are not on the same road, but he has no way to go at all.

Like a kite with a broken string, it has no direction and can only go with the wind, any resistance may lead it into the abyss.

Every day, I live cautiously, and every day, I live powerlessly.

Gu Qingchi looked at the corner where the car disappeared with some absentmindedness, and sighed.

If he hadn't bumped into Song Yu last night, I'm afraid he wouldn't have time to stand here and appreciate life.

like a fool.

Song Yu was yawning all the way home, and only slept for more than four hours last night, so sleepy that he could fall asleep standing up.

I bought a sandwich at the convenience store downstairs to pad my stomach, opened the door and didn't even bother to change my slippers, so I went straight to the bedroom and threw myself on the big soft bed.

what.

comfortable.

All the bones in my body are loose.

When Song Yu rolled over with his eyes closed, he pressed something hard, and only then remembered that Gu Qingchi's ID card was still in his pocket.

Afraid of being crushed, he quickly took it out and took a look.

Suddenly seeing Gu Qingchi with hair was a little uncomfortable.

The headshot was probably taken many years ago, and it looks very tender, but Gu Qingchi at that time actually had bangs.

Song Yu smiled.

After bumping into Gu Qingchi last night, he didn't pay much attention to his hairstyle. It's probably a bit longer than the inch head, and the hair behind the ears was pushed very short, because when he held up Gu Qingchi's head, it felt a little prickly.

Gu Qingchi with bangs looks like a high school student, and he looks like a schoolboy.

The outline is clear, the eyebrows are sharp and the eyes are starry, and there is a faint smile on the corner of the mouth, and the eyes are pure and clear.

Just like when he said thank you, it really looked like a Wang Qingchi.

I have to admit that Gu Qingchi's appearance is quite to his liking.

Song Yu glanced at Gu Qingchi's birth date.

He was born in the same month as himself.

Coincidentally.

Gu Qingchi is two years and five days younger than him.

Little boy.

If you follow the normal process, this party should still be in college.

Pity.

Song Yu turned sideways, stared at Gu Qingchi on the ID card, and slowly closed his heavy eyelids.

Gu Qingchi dragged his weak body towards the house.

Maybe it's because the tense emotions have relaxed a little, maybe it's because he is the only one left now, and the dull pain on his forehead is much stronger than when he woke up in the morning.

Only now did he really feel that the upper part of his head was stitched, and his body felt like he was rolling over hot rocks, with burning pain.

When I take a deep breath, I feel my ribs shaking.

It hurts everywhere.

When passing through the alley, he smelled the smell of food, and he stood at the door and smelled it for a long time.

It's almost lunch time, I don't know if Dad is at home.

Hope not.

After Gu Qingchi arrived home, he didn't directly open the door to enter the house, but habitually stood outside the house and listened to the movement inside.

"Dad." After Gu Qingchi opened the door, he saw Gu Jian sitting on the sofa watching TV.

"Well," Gu Jian responded, then turned around and asked, "Did you get the money?"

"I got it." Gu Qingchi handed the [-] yuan in his pocket to Gu Jian, "I've already called Lao Cao."