can not help

The spring breeze is as gentle as a girl's hand, and the branches that were lucky enough to be caressed are all tender green shoots, and some vitality emerges from the withered grass that has been irrigated by the spring rain.The weather is getting warmer, and people who are too lazy to go out are also taking to the streets, the traffic is busy, and the noise is getting louder and louder.

Longyu Garden is located in a prime location in the city center. The area of ​​the community is not large, with only 5 buildings in total. However, the housing in the community can be said to be priceless, and the owners who live there are either rich or expensive.A man was wearing a dark jacket, with a document bag under his armpit, and a peaked cap. When he entered the unit door, he looked around and saw no one behind him.

Qian Shucheng has always wondered why Qian Shuning insisted on letting himself enter Dehui. There are not many courses, and he doesn’t really learn much. It’s like a large nursery school. It's ok, just like school has just started now, basically there is not much need to go to school if there are few things to do, compared to freshman, I can be a little busy.

'knock knock'

The rhythmic knock on the door interrupted Qian Shucheng's continuous torture of the remote control and TV, and he got up to open the door—Han Yue?

"Long time no see." Han Yue hurried into the house, as if there was some scourge behind him.

"Wait, I didn't let you in." As the host, Qian Shucheng was pushed aside by the outsider before he showed any welcome attitude. He looked outside the door, "Have someone chased him down?"

Han Yue changed his slippers on his own, and stuffed the documents in Qian Shucheng's hands.

"What's this?"

Qian Shucheng looked at the file bag, there was nothing written on the bag itself, he didn't open it hastily, but just asked a question.

Han Yue changed his shoes and entered the door, and threw himself on the sofa comfortably.

"It's still comfortable here."

Qian Shucheng was speechless to his familiarity: "Why, recently Murong Ling assigned you to work as a coolie in the frontier?"

Han Yue looked back at Qian Shucheng, then turned his eyes to the TV, picked up the remote control and tuned to the news channel.

'Recently, Feng Ke was detained by the police on suspicion of false bidding and bribery, and related matters are still under further investigation.Haichuang Technology mainly produces laboratory instruments and equipment. Many national laboratory instruments and equipment come from Haichuang Technology. The company's projects are all over the world and the scale is huge.It is rumored that in order to open up the domestic market, Feng Ke has repeatedly bribed the leaders of relevant departments in order to achieve the goal of controlling bids, but the functions promised by the company in the project bidding documents have not been able to meet the standards.How many inside stories are hidden behind this incident, our station will continue to follow up and report. '

After the article was reported, Han Yue said, "Fun Ke, do you know who it is?"

Qian Shucheng shook his head halfway and suddenly remembered: "Haichuang Technology, I met Feng Yan last time when I went to the Meng family's birthday banquet."

Han Yue raised his eyebrows and signaled Qian Shucheng to open the document. Qian Shucheng rolled his eyes at this big-tailed wolf who had been keeping things secret, and turned the thread on the document bag away.

When you open the document bag, you will see the words Murong Group—this is the paper specially used by Murong Group.

Qian Shucheng didn't continue to take it out, but stopped when he saw this, and asked Han Yue with an ugly face: "What do you mean?"

Han Yue slumped himself comfortably on the sofa and exhaled, and said slowly: "Sir asked me to bring it to you, saying that I mentioned it to you."

Qian Shucheng didn't move, thinking of the news that Han Yue had just shown him specially, and then said: "What does Haichuang Technology have to do with this?"

Han Yue: "You don't know? The Murong Group also participated in the project where Haichuang's accident occurred."

Qian Shucheng put the document bag on the coffee table and sat down: "So?"

Han Yue glanced at Qian Shucheng inexplicably: "Are you really ignorant or are you pretending to be ignorant? Feng Ke's accident will also implicate the Murong Group. Mr. means to let you start with this matter and get in touch with people within the group." For things, practice is always faster than learning theory alone.”

Qian Shucheng: "Are you taking me?"

Han Yue replied with an expression of whether you are insane, then picked up a grape on the table and stuffed it into his mouth.

Qian Shucheng didn't touch the document anymore, and said with a face full of disdain, "You've been running errands for Murong Ling recently?"

Han Yue spat out the grape skin, took out a paper towel and wiped his hands carefully, and didn't feel that this sentence was a mockery of him at all, and said: "That's not true, I checked something recently. By the way, speaking of this, I I need to ask you for help."

Qian Shucheng: "Help? What's in it for me?"

Han Yue: "Is this the only relationship between us?"

Qian Shucheng: "Who is 'we' with you, and who is related to you?"

Han Yue: "You can't just kill a donkey, why don't we live together, and I even taught you how to fight."

Qian Shucheng rubbed back and tried to stay away from Han Yue as much as possible, as if Han Yue was some kind of virus, with disgust on his face: "What cohabitation, what nonsense. What are you talking about first."

Han Yue put away the teasing just now, and said with a straight face: "I have found out one of my enemies."

…………

What it feels like to be back on campus again—it seems like a lifetime away.

Who would have thought that an ordinary winter vacation would have experienced life and death. Now that I think about it, I wonder what Murong Ling is doing now.

Qian Shucheng wondered if he wanted to fall in love and went crazy, and his mind always went there when he had nothing to do.In fact, he has not yet determined what he thinks in his heart, let alone the other party's thoughts, but men always get what they want more and more, and what they can't wait and lose is always the best.

Really scum.

Qian Shucheng scolded himself secretly, and forcibly appeased his eagerness to make a phone call, and continued to chat in their high school group, but he was just distracted, and the chats in the group had already reached dozens of times. article passed.

'So, we have dinner this weekend?Why not get together during the winter vacation?Many of them went to school abroad. '

'Ask Super Chen about this, Mr. Chao has been in high spirits recently, and he probably took a lot of New Year's money. '

'Yo, Mr. Chao, you can't treat people equally, and you can't bully those of us from other places. If you go to eat and drink well, we can only watch? '

'[WeChat red envelope] Gong Xi Fa Cai, good luck'

'thank you boss! '

'Thank you Super Master'

'Super mighty'

'Don't say I didn't take care of you, Mr. Chao. '

'...'

Qian Shucheng burst out laughing while holding the phone, and Meng Junchen, who was sitting next to him, poked his head over.

"What are you doing, smiling so happily?"

This psychological counseling class is really boring and boring. There will be no market for psychological counselors who stick to books with low EQ. I don’t know if it’s because the school managers are not worried about the psychology of these students at all. , That's why I hired such a psychological counselor cheaply.It's rare for a teacher to be indifferent and not have an exam class. There are not a few students who secretly play with their mobile phones in class.

Qian Shucheng put his phone aside and showed it to Meng Junchen: "A high school classmate of mine started a company in his family, and his family background is good. Every day in our high school group, he called himself Mr. Qian, took the lead in organizing a class reunion, and said that he invited everyone to have fun. , Communicate more about feelings, and as a result, many students expressed their dissatisfaction in other places, so he just sent a 200 yuan red envelope without saying a word."

Meng Junchen looked confused, so he said, "What kind of money did you send 200 yuan? Did you miss a few zeros?"

Qian Shucheng laughed heartily, but even if the teacher didn't care about things, he couldn't just laugh out loud and openly challenge the teacher's authority.He was holding back hard, trying to lower his voice and said, "Don't you know? The maximum red envelope on WeChat is 200 yuan."

Meng Junchen didn't think it was so funny. He really couldn't understand what a red envelope with a denomination of only 200 yuan could be used for so many people to grab it?

After he finished expressing his idea, he successfully attracted the glaring glances of the proletarians next to him. Qian Shucheng turned around holding back his resentment, and decided not to chat with these local tyrants for the time being.

As for why he finally agreed to go to the class reunion, the biggest part of the reason was that he felt that he should have more contact with the proletariat.Look at how kind the former high school classmates are, and how happy they are to grab the red envelopes of a few cents. The lives of these rich people are really boring.

Fortunately, he still has Liang Siyuan as a friend.

Song Jinyu who was sitting in the front row turned around and said, "Shu Cheng, I have something to tell you."

Qian Shucheng was still immersed in the grief of why a proletarian ran here to be abused. He heard someone calling, but before he had time to adjust his emotions, Song Jinyu was startled by the resentful eyes.

Song Jinyu was a little uncertain about what was going on, so she turned around and asked Meng Junchen, "What's the matter?"

Meng Junchen shrugged.

Qian Shucheng glanced at Meng Junchen, then adjusted his tone and said, "What's the matter?"

Song Jinyu looked back and forth between the two, feeling that there was nothing wrong, so he continued, "Have you heard about the Feng family?"

Qian Shucheng: "Well, I watched the news."

"The Feng family's project can be said to be very stable, but I don't know which part went wrong and lost everything, and I blame them for being too anxious." Song Jinyu said with a serious face, "You'd better go home and tell Murong Ling to make him pay attention. Take a look at this matter."

Qian Shucheng's heart sank: "How to say?"

He knew that Murong Ling was involved in it. He thought the name was familiar at first, but then he remembered that a document Murong Ling had read was about this company.When Han Yue delivered the documents a few days ago, he said that Murong Ling asked him to learn how to deal with this kind of thing, obviously he didn't take it seriously, and just threw it to himself for practice.

Song Jinyu leaned back again and said in a low voice, "Go back and talk to Murong Ling, he made this move too early, someone pinched his pigtails, tell him to come back and deal with it quickly, otherwise it will be unthinkable."

…………

"What on earth are you thinking?" Chu Yunxi's brows could pinch three flies to death, with an expression of hatred.

Murong Ling typed with both hands awkwardly, completely ignoring his appearance.

Chu Yunxi didn't have the courage to overturn the computer with one palm, so he could only mumble beside him without listening.

"Let me ask you, we have been laying out the game for so long, you can't wait for half a year? What good does it do you?"

After Murong Ling sent out the written email, he looked up at the fly that kept circling beside him.

"I think now is a good time."

"What do you think? What do you think..." Chu Yunxi felt that he was going crazy, but he didn't dare to be too pretentious, so he swallowed the word 'fart' abruptly, "What do you think? Do you think it's useful? ? Now if you can't kill him, you wait for him to bite you back? You are the one who dies if the poisonous snake doesn't pinch seven inches!"

Murong Ling smiled and said, "You mean Feng Ke is a poisonous snake?"

Chu Yunxi: "You know who I'm talking about."

Murong Ling took out a cigarette and lit it, and Chu Yunxi, who looked leisurely and angry, almost carried it away.

"I didn't touch him, it doesn't hurt to pull out a few lins."

Chu Yunxi guessed that he was tired from turning himself around, so he pulled the chair over and sat down, and said earnestly: "You are not pulling out a few lins now, you have already pulled out his back almost bald, and you have moved his abdomen, you How long do you think he will endure you?"

Murong Ling blew out a smoke ring, squinting his eyes: "As long as he's not sure about swallowing me, he won't dare to touch me."

Chu Yunxi opened his mouth and wanted to say something more, but he also knew that the matter was now a foregone conclusion, and it was useless to say more, so he could only shake his head helplessly in the end.

"Do you think Xiao Cheng..." Murong Ling said, but he didn't know how to express it next.

Chu Yunxi: "Qian Shucheng? What's wrong?"

"By the way, I remembered something." Murong Ling flicked the cigarette ash, thinking that it would be useless to ask Chu Yunxi about it, and just remembered the red dot on the corner of the street before, "I met some people on the street last time. Bastard, do you remember?"

Chu Yunxi nodded, wondering why the matter that had already been dealt with was brought up again. Could it be that the employer found it?

Murong Ling smiled suddenly, then turned back when he got to the point, and said, "Forget it, it's fine."