The world is taken over by crazy and sick people

A month passed quickly, the weather was still cold, and there was finally some progress in Mo Xuehui's case.

At the end of the month, she invited Chen Shizi to discuss starting a company.

The two met at a teahouse.

The teahouse is located in the city center, and Chen Shizi has never been to this area.

She followed the navigation from the subway station and saw bluestone bricks everywhere along the street, with rows of old buildings on both sides. The whole street was quiet, low-key and elegant.

There is also a sense of depression.

Chen Shizi felt an inexplicable stuffiness and rejection in his chest.

She walked to the door of the teahouse and took a deep breath.

The teahouse has three floors, an ancient building with green tiles and flying eaves. Twenty or thirty meters away there is a spectacular open Buddhist shrine, where many elderly people burn incense and kowtow.

Chen Shizi just wanted to run away from here.

I really don't like it.

But he still hurried into the teahouse.

As soon as you push the door, you are greeted by a noble, elegant and sophisticated atmosphere.

Several waitresses wearing white Suzhou embroidered cheongsams were kneeling beside a few rosewood and bamboo tables, brewing tea with their bare hands. Their every move made people feel elegant and beautiful, like a beautiful ink painting.

The guests who drank tea were all dressed decently, with elegant gestures, and looked very cultured.

Chen Shizi saw Mo Xuehui waving at her and hurriedly walked into the spacious corridor.

After walking three or four meters, she passed by a table of five people and suddenly felt someone was looking at her.

As soon as I turned around, I was met with a look of implicit contempt.

She looked to be a well-maintained, elegant and graceful woman of about 35 years old, with the aura of a noble lady. She was wearing an ivory dress and was as beautiful as a magnolia.

Their eyes met, and the woman calmly withdrew her gaze, smiled, took a sip of tea, and continued to talk gently to the boy and girl next to her.

Chen Shizi frowned and continued walking towards Mo Xuehui without stopping.

She was not angry at being despised.

She was very aware that she looked out of place with her computer bag, leather jacket, long skirt, thick socks and white sneakers.

But we have to keep going.

"It's finally here, Xiao Zi."

Mo Xuehui was looking forward to it.

Chen Shizi smiled bitterly, "Sister Xuehui, why did you choose this place? My workplace is not here..."

"Oops, I forgot to remind you..."

Mo Xuehui's face was full of annoyance. She glanced at Chen Shizi's clothes and was a little embarrassed. She explained: "During this period, Lawyer Meng always asked me to talk here. I think it's quiet and my work efficiency is much higher. I asked you to come without thinking too much. I haven't thought about it yet. I'll treat you to dinner later."

Chen Shizi laughed a few times, and without worrying about the occasion, he went straight to the point.

"What's going on, Sister Xuehui? Why are you so anxious to start a company all of a sudden?"

Mo Xuehui straightened her expression, "Let me be frank...Xiao Zi, I need a personal career that looks promising to serve as a backing. Lawyer Meng said that this will be convincing when fighting for full custody of the child. I want to ask what you think."

Her attitude was very businesslike, without any of the friendliness that we usually have when interacting with each other.

Friends are friends, business is business.

Coincidentally, Chen Shizi also holds the same values.

She quickly got the point, turned on her computer, and took out her research PPT to present it.

She spoke for an hour and a half with a dry mouth, pointing out the foreseeable difficulties and career ups and downs, and putting the problems on the table one by one for Mo Xuehui to consider again.

The more she thought about it, the heavier her expression became.

But she saw that Chen Shizi was still sitting opposite her upright, like a bamboo, with no arrogance or impatience on his face, waiting for her to express her opinion calmly and reservedly. She half-squinted her eyes and looked at him.

Having worked together before, she was very clear about Chen Shizi's work style: hardworking and dedicated, but she had never seen Chen Shizi display such a cautious and calm demeanor, which somehow made people convinced.

It's so hard to find the right person to start a business with...

It’s harder than finding a partner or buying lottery tickets!

You could go bankrupt at any time.

Her eyes gradually became scrutinizing as she stared at the opposite side.

The young girl let her look at her openly.

In the end, Mo Xuehui smiled bitterly, looking at Chen Shizi's young and tender face, thinking about how the girl had gone crazy in Tong Rui Bar before, the smile on her lips suddenly grew bigger.

He rubbed his eyelids helplessly and laughed: "I lost to you."

“Everything is difficult at the beginning. If you don’t try, you will never move forward.”

"Based on your detailed research and your willingness to not shy away from the difficulties you will face in your career, I trust you and will bet half of my fortune on you. What about you?"

Chen Shizi raised his eyebrows, surprise spilling out from the corners of his eyes.

She raised her fingertips and pressed her eyebrows, not knowing whether to cry or laugh at this trust.

"Sister Xuehui, please think about it again. My entire fortune is only over 8. I told you before that I'm afraid I can't make the same investment as you, which would be unfair to you."

Mo Xuehui stared at him, "Then you invest 4, and I'll pay the rest. You invest yourself, and the equity is -. The condition is that you have to take on more work. We can discuss it in detail later if your career improves or turns. If you think it's okay, you can also find a lawyer to finalize the details. How about it?"

Chen Shizi had thought about the distribution of benefits and responsibilities for a long time before she came here. She was about to express her agreement, but before the words could reach her throat, a white figure suddenly stopped beside her.

Chen Shizi turned his head in shock.

Mo Xuehui also frowned.

A young lady in a shop assistant cheongsam slowly leaned over and said to Chen Shizi in a soft voice: "Hello, Miss, there is someone over there."

Chen Shizi followed the young lady's outstretched arms and looked towards the door.

An elegant middle-aged face with a square forehead and broad chin slowly appeared before her eyes.

The brain buzzed, and a certain forgotten deep memory swept over the whole body like a raging wave.

"Xiao Zi...Xiao Zi...are you okay?"

Mo Xuehui called out several times in a low voice, and saw that Chen Shizi's arms were trembling and his face was frighteningly pale.

"Xiao Zi, what's wrong?" She looked at him worriedly, a little anxious.

Chen Shizi lowered her head, her heart beating wildly and her breathing disordered. The quiet girl beside her was still waiting for her patiently. She stared at her blankly and felt an inexplicable urge to vomit in her throat. In her blurred vision, Mo Xuehui stood up and walked towards her. She quickly covered her eyelids and clenched her teeth!

He said quickly and urgently, "Sister, pack your things, take your computer, and get out!"

The tone was unusually hoarse, and a layer of dense cold sweat suddenly appeared on his forehead.

Mo Xuehui was kept in the dark, but seeing Chen Shizi's abnormal look of being in a state of emergency, she immediately asked carefully: "What happened? Tell me..."

"go out!"

Chen Shizi lowered her voice, without any patience at all. She was anxious and afraid, and on the verge of an emotional outburst.

Mo Xuehui pursed her lips and said helplessly, "Okay..."

She left with the computer.

Chen Shizi then stood up from her seat and straightened her clothes. She watched Mo Xuehui disappear from the entrance of the teahouse, then straightened her back and walked towards the stern middle-aged man with the waitress.

……

"Good afternoon, teacher."

Chen Shizi was three meters away from the man. She had a solemn expression and bowed slightly, showing the humble attitude of a student.

The man was 45 years old, but he didn't look his age. He was handsome and elegant. He had one hand behind his back and a stern face. He only glanced at Chen Shizi from the corner of his eye, looking down at her and criticizing her. He was very strict.

"Alright! You've already graduated! I'm not your advisor, but I'm here with a distinguished guest today, so get out!"

"it is good."

Chen Shizi clenched his fists and just turned around to pull his legs apart when he heard another cold voice in his ears.

"This is my property. Don't come here again."

"Ah."

Chen Shizi's voice was low and mournful.

Her dark almond eyes were dark, and she clenched her teeth secretly, suppressing the oppression and fear brought to her by the shadow in her memory. She clenched her fists even tighter, and walked out with a breath of air. Under the loose black leather coat, her thin back was as straight as a bamboo that would not bend in the winter, and she walked coldly.

Just as I reached the door, a voice suddenly came from the teahouse.

"Yunfeng, are you a student? Why don't you bring him up here to introduce him to others?"

Upon hearing that unforgettable, turbid and disgusting voice, Chen Shizi got goosebumps all over her body. She felt a chill and ran out of the door immediately.

At this moment, Yunfeng's ruthless scolding came to my ears.

"Get out! Don't let me see you again!"

The voice was contemptuous and full of resentment.

Chen Shizi sneered and walked quickly. The voices of the two hypocritical men gradually disappeared in her ears.

"You tactless little man, Mr. Zhao, let's go upstairs and talk..."

***

Chen Shizi crossed the bluestone road and stood on the curb opposite the teahouse. She looked through the quiet street, through the ancient teahouse door, and came to the wooden stairs inside. She saw the so-called "mentor" still walking upstairs slowly, and behind him, a young girl in cheongsam followed quietly... The girl's back was beautiful, like a clean flower on a branch. At the end of the stairs, an ugly old man with bright eyes, touching his chin and smiling, waiting with satisfaction...

Chen Shizi vomited in the street, her mouth full of sourness, her stomach churning, her eyes already filled with a mist of forbearance and hatred, she clenched her fists, her nails dug deeply into her palms, her whole body trembling.

A tear of pain splashed onto the bluestone slab.

In late winter, the sky was still gray. The raging north wind suddenly rose from the ground, blowing up pedestrians’ clothes, passing over the towering shrine 30 meters away, rolling up the corners and eaves of the teahouse, and going straight into the sky... In an instant, countless cold winds fell from the sky. It snowed and rained. The wind was like a knife scraping the bones. All the coldness in the sky fell on the ancient bluestone slabs, mixed with sharp icicles. Each one couldn't wait to drill into Chen Shizi's body from her pupils, into the deepest part of her brain memory, and then sneered, ridiculed, and trampled on her from a high position...

She stood up quickly from the bluestone road against the biting cold wind. The feeling of nausea rose in her throat from time to time. She walked quickly with big strides. Her open black leather jacket rustled in the wind and snow. The leather was becoming darker and newer.

Her pair of dark, dull almond-shaped eyes stared at the gray sky.

There is an evil ghost behind her, and she is even more evil than the evil ghost!