Marriage in crisis

I looked at Nie Xiaoman, her temperament was really beautiful.

Of course, I'm talking about when she's like this.

I didn't interrupt her, she continued to speak softly, "Ouyang turned out to be a prison policeman, you didn't expect that, did you?"

"Oh?" This really surprised me, "I really didn't expect this!"

Nie Xiaoman smiled, looked at me and said, "He still looks very handsome in uniform, but he looks more like a scholar."

I nodded, indicating that I could imagine it, and jokingly said, "What an artistic policeman!"

Nie Xiaoman slapped the table and said with a smile, "You're right! That's the scene. In fact, people who don't do this job don't know how bleak it is. Facing prisoners every day, over and over again, it's no different from being in prison.

It's just that I have one more Sunday than the people inside, and I can go home after get off work in 8 hours. The rest of the time, it's just that one is inside the fence and the other is outside the fence, that's all."

She smiled bitterly at me and continued, "Ouyang is a very talented person. Because of his work, he reads a lot of books when he has time and paints very well. It is said that art has no borders, and art works at home and abroad are all connected.

In addition, his research not only allowed him to understand painting, but also to understand ancient and modern Chinese and foreign artworks, and he had a certain appreciation ability. At this time, he always felt that this job limited his vision.

Finally one day he broke through all obstacles, took a leave of absence from work, and headed for his ideal paradise, the United States. But the greater the hope, the faster it was shattered. He, who had a dream in his heart, soon became a hacker who washed dishes.

Unwilling to be ordered around by others, he had to bow his head and stand on the street to sell paintings. But fate still did not let him go. Even when he was selling paintings, he was robbed by half-black homeless people. When he resisted, he was hit on the head by a stone and almost died on the street.

I was attracted by Nie Xiaoman's story and couldn't help but sigh.

"Fate took a turn like this, and it was Zhiyang who saved him." Nie Xiaoman took a sip of coffee, put it down, and continued, "He happened to go to the United States to attend an award ceremony, and found Ouyang in a pool of blood. When he saw that he was Chinese, he rushed him to the hospital.

Ouyang finally saved his life, and Zhiyang paid for his recovery. Later, it was Zhiyang who brought him back to China. Even so, Ouyang, who had a strong sense of self-esteem, was unwilling to return to his hometown and continued to work behind the high walls.

He stayed in the capital because he felt that his talent was not appreciated. He became Zhiyang's real personal backstage, helping him deal with some things that were inconvenient for him to show up. Later, perhaps for the sake of safety, Zhiyang introduced me to Ouyang Xun.

Ouyang Xun and I fell in love at first sight! After spending some time together, we really hit it off. And I happened to be studying history. …

After that, we became Zhiyang's most trusted people, and we turned those readily available business opportunities into capital for making money. Our business grew bigger and bigger..."

Nie Xiaoman has always told the story in this way, allowing me to see a vivid Ling Zhiyang and his struggles. And the invisible Ouyang Xun, who took off his police uniform and grew long hair.

Of course, she would not tell the truth about the shameful things involved.

But to be honest, this is already a lot. Although she was very obscure in some places, we are all smart people and we know what we should know. Whose business doesn't have some dirty aspects? But some people can successfully whitewash it.

This requires such a master behind the scenes. What's more, how could Ouyang Xun, who just walked out of prison, not understand the law?

If the fraud in Myanmar Sichuan was not so unscrupulous, so inhumane, so arrogant and rampant, so intolerable to China, ...

Who would have thought that Ling Zhiyang, the glamorous and shining actor, would be a great king kong in the dark land of Myanmar? But at this moment, I am sure that he is afraid. I believe that no one can face the fear of the collapse of the building calmly.

At this time, Nie Xiaoman looked at me and smiled faintly. Although she looked indifferent, I could feel the powerlessness and fear in her heart.

Nie Xiaoman stopped talking, took a sip of coffee, and looked at me. "I know it's a bit far-fetched to ask for your help at this time, but for the sake of our cooperation with Myanmar Sichuan, I would like to ask Mrs. Rong to say a few good words to Mr. Rong and help us think of a way to get rid of this burden. Of course, Mr. Rong and Mrs. Rong will not do this favor for nothing."