Porcelain industry leader

Gu Jian got the money, counted it, took out three hundred and handed it back to Gu Qingchi, only then noticed the injury on his forehead: "What's wrong with the head?"

"A small bump, it's not serious." Gu Qingchi pressed the gauze lightly.

"The bald man was beaten up?" Gu Jian frowned, "You are really good at being beaten up to such a virtue."

Gu Qingchi was silent for a while and said, "I accidentally knocked on it."

"It's awesome, you can still hit your hand." Gu Jian obviously didn't believe it, and decided that he was beaten by the bald man. "Where are the Cobras? Are you injured?"

"No." Gu Qingchi sighed, and really didn't know how to explain it, but he was very clear about one thing, his father would at most say a few words when he was beaten up, but if he knew that the [-] was robbed, his father would beat him to death.

"Don't be with Lao Cao's subordinates next time, they don't treat you as one of their own, they don't count at all, so they just see you being beaten up alone?" Gu Jian asked.

Gu Qingchi didn't speak.

"Next time you have something to do, bring Youtou and Fatty Sun, they are sensible." Gu Jian said.

"En." Gu Qingchi responded.

Youtou and Fatty Sun are people who have been with their father, they have known Gu Qingchi for a long time, and they are trustworthy, but letting them follow him means that his father will know when he farts.

"How much did you pay for the injury on your forehead?" Gu Jian made a gesture of getting ready to withdraw money.

"One hundred and two." Gu Qingchi said without hesitation.

"A roll of torn gauze is so expensive?" Gu Jian was a little surprised.

"I got two stitches and prescribed medicine, and the gauze was given away." Gu Qingchi said.

"Okay," Gu Jian took out two hundred and handed it to him, "Make up your mind, be careful next time, don't go out for a few days, and be laughed out of your teeth by others."

"Understood." Gu Qingchi said.

"Have you eaten yet?" Gu Jian turned his head and asked.

When Gu Qingchi entered the door, he saw a fast food box on the table. His father must have eaten it, so his best answer for this meeting is "I have eaten it".

"Okay, I have to go out beforehand, so watch the mahjong parlor." Gu Jian put the money in his pocket and turned off the TV.

"Oh." Gu Qingchi heaved a sigh of relief.

He never asked Dad what he was going out for and how long he had been there.

Because even if I asked, Dad wouldn't tell, and even if I told him, it might not be the truth, so there's no need to know.

In fact, everyone knows well that it is nothing more than eating, drinking, whoring, gambling, and smoking to kill time.

Gu Qingchi had no interest in this.

When I was a child, I asked too many questions, and my father would get angry and curse.

So now even if Dad doesn't come back for ten days and half a month, he doesn't bother to call to ask.

He likes to be alone, sitting quietly in a corner, watching TV, or holding a little book, he can just sit like this for a day, no, every day.

Lonely, but at least safe.

Sometimes he even has the illusion of being completely detached from the world.

No one cared what he was doing, and no one cared whether he existed or not.

But he has to take care of himself.

Gu Qingchi walked to the kitchen and found that the pots and pans that were too late to clean up yesterday morning still looked the same.

The porridge has been completely dried out and stuck in the rice cooker. Fortunately, it is March. If it is summer, there should be flies and insects dancing around.

Once the year before last, he was injured and stayed in the hospital for more than a week. When he came home, he saw that the trash can was full of small maggots. He was so disgusted that he didn't eat for a day.

He took out the pot and soaked it in water, and squeezed some dish soap into the mouth of the bowl. When he pinched it, his hands slipped and it broke into three pieces.

"Fuck!" Gu Qingchi quickly turned off the faucet, picked up the debris and threw it into the trash can.

The rice cooker is not available for the time being, so he can only cook himself a bowl of dried noodles and add two eggs.

It was inconvenient to use chopsticks with his right hand, so he turned over a disposable fork from the cabinet.

The kind in the bucket of instant noodles, he eats a lot, and he needs three bowls of foam every time, so there are a lot of them in the cupboard.

After wolfing down the noodles, he took an anti-inflammatory drug and tidied up the kitchen.

Tired and want to sleep.

Although there is a small room in the mahjong parlor, he doesn't want to go there. The old man likes to chat while playing mahjong, it's too noisy.

He was a very light sleeper, usually a fly fart would wake him up, and there was no way to fall asleep there.

He took out his phone to make a call to Slant Eye, only to realize that it had been smashed to pieces.

With a glimmer of hope, he went back to his room and switched on the electricity for Banzhuan.

Five seconds later, a charging symbol appeared in the upper right corner of the screen.

Good luck.

Gu Qingchi breathed a sigh of relief, and pressed the power button for a long time.

The quality of this thing is quite good, I want to applaud the manufacturer.

I think he spent a lot of money to buy it from a second-hand mobile phone store back then, and he used it for seven or eight years, and he used up his feelings.

Some time ago, I passed by the mobile phone shop and found that it had been converted into a barber shop.

Barber Shop.

Hey, fuck.

Gu Qingchi couldn't help but ran to the bathroom to look in the mirror.

The bald head and the red gauze on the forehead actually have the demeanor of a king who has returned from the blood.

well.

Still handsome.

Back in the room, Gu Qingchi called Slant Eye and asked him to visit the mahjong parlor, and Slant Eye agreed without saying a word.

Slanting Eye and Gu Qingchi are classmates and classmates, but they are not in the same class. Until one afternoon in junior high school, campus bullying happened to Slanting Eye. Dropped out of school.

After that, Squint became his follower, following him from his hometown all the way here.

Slanting Eye has a not-so-serious job, the health care association of Kangbao, whose name is so long that he can’t even pronounce it. Anyway, it’s just using the banner of medical treatment to trick old men and old ladies into buying a bunch of useless health care products and health care equipment. correct.

Squint belongs to the after-sales department, and his daily task is to serve the old men and women who bought health products, give them eggs by pinching their shoulders and legs.

Probably because he looks more pleasing, and his mouth can talk, the old man and the old lady love to chat with him, and they will bring back a lot of food every time.

After washing, Gu Qingchi lay down on the bed, and as soon as he calmed down, his head began to ache again.

He picked up the mobile phone on the table and wanted to play Snake Eater, but just as he lifted it up, a piece of the screen fell on his face.

"Ouch, fuck me!" He quickly sat up and found a roll of transparent tape from the drawer, picked up the screen and pasted it back, wrapping the tape carefully.

When Song Yu woke up, it was already 03:30 in the afternoon. There was nothing to do, and he was not very hungry. He lay down until his stomach began to growl before ordering a takeaway.

He was working out recently, and the coach told him to try to eat foods high in protein, and he should not touch high-calorie foods such as fried foods and sweets.

It's almost an old age, and it's still the kind of old man who has diabetes and high blood pressure.

He searched with his mobile phone for a long time, and only one called Jianfan met the standard. It mainly promoted nutritious meals suitable for business, especially for women.

The picture is very high-end, but if you look closely, you can see that there are two eggs added to a pile of grass, and it costs 26 copies?

He hesitated, but added to the cart anyway.

Compared to asking him to get up, go out, buy vegetables, and cook eggs at this time, it is more convenient to order.

When I clicked the checkout, I found that the top shows 60 to send.

WTF? ?

Song Yu had no choice but to order another portion of grass and a glass of freshly squeezed juice.

A total of 70, when I settled, I found that I had to pay an additional delivery fee of 5 yuan.

fuck you!

He re-ordered a Taiwan-style chicken chop rice.

16 yuan wallet mail.

After 15 minutes, the rider called: "Hello, I'm a takeaway, I'm lost, can you go downstairs and get it?"

"Where are you?" Song Yu asked.

"Next to me is Building 24, Xingchen Garden," said the rider.

"Come here, wait for me for 30 seconds." Song Yu hung up the phone.

In the middle of dinner, the variety show on the phone screen suddenly cut off, and the word "Old Song" jumped out.

Song Yu turned on the speakerphone, "Dad."

"Well, what are you doing? Have you eaten yet?" Dad's thick voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Eating." Song Yu set up the Pad on the coffee table, and still clicked on the variety show just now.

Dad cleared his throat, "It's your sister's birthday on the third day of junior high school, come over and have a meal together."

"Oh." Song Yu was amused by the kids in the variety show.

"What are you laughing at? What's so ridiculous?" Dad suddenly raised his voice.

Song Yu froze for a moment, "I'm watching TV."

"Oh," Dad seemed to be unable to find anything to answer, "Don't forget the third grade of junior high school."

"Understood." Song Yu said.

"Hang up." Dad said.

"Yeah." Song Yu hung up the phone and was not in the mood to watch variety shows. After closing the pad, he returned to the room.

Song Yu's parents divorced when he was still sneezing.

The younger sister my father mentioned was born to my aunt later, and she is six years younger than Song Yu. Song Yu's impression of her is that she is smug with a mirror all day long.

Of course, this may be heredity, and he himself is similar, whenever he encounters a reflective object, he has to glance at his hair to see if his hair is messed up.

Song Yu has been living in a boarding school since junior high school, and stayed here to work directly after graduation, so even when his father asked him to go over for dinner, he always said "come over for a meal" instead of "come back for a meal" .

But Song Yu didn't feel bad because of his father's words, but because he had to go back all the way to make amends.

Gu Qingchi was wearing a black peaked cap, squatting in the barbecue restaurant opposite the KTV that the bald man often went to.

The thread on the head was removed by Lao Li from the clinic a few days ago. The wound healed very quickly. Now I put a small piece of gauze to cover it. Because of the slight fracture of the finger, the wound on the forehead healed slower than the wound on the forehead. As of today, it is still tightly packed.

As the end of the month was approaching, the temperature still had no tendency to rise. Sitting at the door at night, Gu Qingchi was shivering from the cold. The boss was kind and handed him a cup of hot tea.

"Waiting for someone again? Sit in the house, there are not many people inside." The boss said.

"Ah, no need." Gu Qingchi was a little embarrassed, and ordered two skewers of grilled wings.

There is not much left before the deadline he promised Song Yu, but unfortunately the bald man has never shown his real body, and Squint Eyes is also helping to inquire, but there is no news.

The boss handed over the chicken wings, which were delicious.

Gu Qingchi took one mouthful and gave a thumbs up.

The boss cheerfully refilled his cup of tea.

Lu Qingchi propped his chin and stared at the KTV door, his thoughts drifted away.

I don't know if Song Yu will really call the police if he really doesn't get the money by the 28th.

Seeing that he looks quite easy to talk to, there is a [-]% chance that he won't, and the remaining [-]%... probably have to play a rogue.

It wasn't until near the end of the month that Youtou got the news that the bald man had a lover outside and lived in a nearby community.

"Give me the address." Gu Qingchi said.

Youtou called and asked other brothers, then turned around and said, "Remember, Tomorrow Garden Community-Xingchen Garden-Building 24-406."

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