lover relationship

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Sang Ye spent three days wandering around Suhe, and what made him most depressed was that there was not even a gay bar here to support the scene.

In a city where ancient and modern coexist, black tiles and white walls and high-rise buildings, step out of the subway and walk into a long and lonely rainy alley.Flowers that are too sweet don't smell good.

Of course, Sang Ye, a shameless rascal, is still a flower in a nightclub. The princess doesn't sleep, but he looks good in his hands, doesn't he?

In many cases, for power, sex and sexual objects are only an order of magnitude of wealth.

The stench of copper divides all beauties into ranks and grades, blinds a pair of good-looking eyes, and carefully calculates how to allocate brains to maximize profits. It doesn't matter whether it is warm or cold in the hand, as long as "it "It's worth the money.

In the private room, the European-style leather sofa is trimmed and carved, and the iris pattern exudes a retro and extravagant faint-hearted atmosphere. The crystal chandelier has not been out of date for many years, shining brightly, leaving smooth reflective marks on Lin Zheng's shiny leather shoes.

His sitting posture is very gentlemanly and elegant, with his legs crossed, his body slightly leaning back on the sofa, his hands resting on his lap, the silver mirror frame is very thin, and the long hanging glasses chain hangs behind the ear, behind the lens It is a pair of shrewd eyes of a businessman.

Suits and leather shoes, a gentle scum, and a haircut that should look old-fashioned, but he has a gentleman's sharp and elegant face, which makes it hard to imagine whether he had a youthful season when he was a teenager, and it's hard to let him know. People imagine how such a person will age, this age and the aura he displays at this age are just right.

There were several beautiful young masters standing in front of him, but Lin Wei remained indifferent. He tapped the knuckles of his right hand with his left index finger. After a while, he stroked his fingers lightly, and stood up from the sofa.

The nerves of all the people present were tense, and the manager at the side stepped forward and smiled apologetically: "Boss Lin, look..."

Lin Wei shook his head, with a businessman's standard polite smile on the corner of his mouth, but his voice was light: "Forget it, I'm a little tired today."

The manager took out a small handkerchief to wipe his sweat, Lin Wei nodded to him and walked out without looking back.

uninteresting.

Power, money, fame and wealth nourish ambition and the desire to conquer, and people and things at his fingertips are not attractive to him.

Air is cheap because it is ubiquitous, appetite becomes less important because of three meals a day, and so is sex.When he can measure his desire with money, and he himself is not short of money, the sense of desire in the desire itself will drop.

uninteresting.

The cold life and slightly tired emotional demands made Lin Wei feel that the people present just now were all the same. Most of their goals were money, and a small part was to get money for a long time.

People have thousands of shapes, but they can be simply classified in a commercial model, which is stupid and boring in itself.

When life lacks a sense of ritual and artistry, it often becomes empty, and all purposes seem to be meaningless.

Lin Wei is a businessman through and through, "I don't need artistry or ritual sense", this is his way of life, but it makes him feel more and more meaningless.

"Money is currency, people are mortal, ashes to ashes, dust to ashes, everyone's fucking two hundred and fifty," Sang Ye laughed out of shape, and within a few days after returning to China, he first learned the national curse, "To live is to enjoy, enjoy life, enjoy poetry, enjoy love, taste all kinds of sweetness, I just don't want to suffer."

He is used to flattery in the wine market, and Zeng Qiang responded with a beer belly: "Boss Sang doesn't need to suffer. Which of the following is family background, education, and ability? I heard that you still have a company overseas. There is such an achievement at such a young age, how can it be the same as our old people, what kind of hardship!"

Sang Ye raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, and Gong Wenyan who was next to him glanced at Zeng Qiang lightly with his sharp eyes, raised his glass and smiled at Sang Ye, "How can Master Sang rely on his family background?"

Sang Ye laughed wantonly when he heard the words, waved his hand and Guan Zeng Qiang threw a foreign cigarette, and then said to Gong Wenyan: "Why not? I'm just a playful prodigal, and the Laoshizi investment company abroad is just a shell. I never care about it." Yes. No, the old man saw that I was so slutty that he wanted to eat him up, so he asked me to come back to work for him. If he hadn’t told me that the boys in China were better-looking, I wouldn’t be willing to come back! "

He never hides his preferences. To put it bluntly, he deliberately tells everyone.

If his investment company was an empty shell, the minds of the other people present would be empty. How could it be possible?

When he made money in the early years, Sang Ye started plotting against Suhe. Whether it was Zeng Qiang’s Suhe Longhua Construction Engineering Co., Ltd. or Gong Wenyan’s Wenyan Real Estate Consulting Co., Ltd., he knew about it. In private, he also had a Suheyuan Sheng Real Estate Development Co., Ltd., otherwise he has been abroad for many years, how could he get the first-hand information on Suhe on the plane?

As big as Sangqin's competitors, as small as a small real estate agency, Sangye understands that only when information is equal in the data age can they have more say.On the surface, Sang Ye is a boneless dandy, but in private, he is smarter than anyone else.

This time Sang Ye showed his face for the first time, using the identity of Sang Qin's son. He is the young owner of Zi'an Real Estate Co., Ltd. and the son of a leader in Suhe's real estate industry.

More or less everyone present has heard of this young master.

After a little inquiring, we can know that the young master's family spent three days in Suhe shopping nightclubs all over the city.

Even his sexual orientation was deliberately released to let people know.

After the wine shop, the men's superficial friendship quickly warmed up. From the beginning of "enjoyment" from Sangye, the content of their chat changed from wine to women, and then remembered that he didn't love women, so they talked about men again, but probably These people don't fully understand what homosexuality is all about, but because of the rules of the wine market, they insist on agreeing with their preferences.

Most of the people present here are upstream and downstream enterprises related to Zi'an Real Estate. Every inch of land is expensive. The businessman has measured every inch of the Su River with a centimeter-scale ruler. Naturally, he knows where there are flowers, where there is grass, and where there are prodigal sons. little padded jacket.

Gong Wenyan was young and looked gentle, but his eyes were interesting.It was getting dark, and the lights had been on for a long time, and it was going to be cold. Sang Ye thoughtfully called a driver for the mixed-race female secretary to let her go home first, and the atmosphere at the wine table became somewhat masculine.

uninteresting.

Boring, card floating smiley faces;

Boring, greasy overflowing lights;

It's boring, the lights are high, the river lights up the city

—Look at the pompous night!

Gong Wenyan's shrewd eyes reveal sharp calculations, and Sang Ye only finds the calculations in his eyes amusing and amused, there is no calculations that can make him really take it to heart, he seems to have nothing in his heart.

But smart people often make people feel a little interesting. Their topic turns to young talents again. Gong Wenyan said with a smile: "If you want to talk about young talents, there is one person that you have to talk about."

These words hit his heart, and Sangye asked knowingly: "Oh? Who is more worthy of the word 'young talent' than me?"

Next to him, Zeng Qiang laughed firmly and said: "Not worthy! I know who Mr. Gong is talking about, he is not worthy! That is an unethical machine, not like a real person!"

Sang Ye narrowed his eyes slightly: "Interesting, I'm even more curious."

Gong Wenyan looked at Sang Ye with a slightly complicated expression, as if he was analyzing whether he really didn't know or pretended not to know. After pondering for a moment, Sang Ye turned to him with a smiling look and asked, "Mr. Gong, tell me, you don't have to show off."

Gong Wenyan immediately laughed: "It's the youngest director of Jianan Group, Lin Wei."

"Jianan Group?" Sang Ye raised his eyebrows, "How young is he?"

"It seems to be several months younger than you." Gong Wenyan said.

Sang Ye's eyes changed slightly: "Mr. Gong knows me quite well, doesn't he?"

Gong Wenyan was taken aback for a moment, and then heard Sang Ye laughing coquettishly: "My birth month is already autumn, and I am a few months younger than me. Isn't it a year? That's over, I am a young talent from Suhe The chair is not warm yet, so there is someone else. When will you introduce me and tell me to take a look at this 'young talent'?"

Gong Wenyan's voice was a little less confident than before. The young man in front of him made him feel helpless, and there were some strange unknowns, which made him feel that this person was not easy to provoke.

Gong Wenyan replied: "I heard that he went to Beijing to participate in the forum meeting on investment in the new area, and he probably hasn't come back yet."

The leather shoes made a "click" sound when they stepped on the marble floor tiles, and the gentleman's cane tapped the ground lightly, and Lin Wei walked out of the wine-colored door.

His phone didn't ring, it only vibrated in silence, and when he answered the call, Secretary Fang's rigorous voice was even stiffer than his indifference.

"Oh? Sang Qin's son?" Lin Wei stopped in front of the car, and the doorman came up to open the car door politely for him. With just one gesture, the driver took him away familiarly.

"It's good for Sang Qin, so what if his son comes back? It's too much for me to report such a thing," Lin Wei asked again, "Have you found out when Liang Ju will return to China?"

The secretary on the other end of the phone said, "The day after tomorrow."

Lin Wei tapped the front seat lightly with his cane: "Go to the airport."

The private car made a U-turn at the intersection, and the secretary said on the phone: "The young master is probably going too."

Lin Wei hung up the phone, leaving only a perfunctory nasal voice: "Huh..."

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