in the center of the universe

Zhuang Baixin slept in the office for a while, got into the car with coffee, and waited downstairs at Guan Zang's house.

A colleague said to her, you really don't plan to do this anymore?Don't you know about our little place?If you offend the director and the director, will you still be a fool in the future?She filled the thermos cup with coffee and said: The can is broken.

Guan Zang left early, but she didn't move.It was already afternoon, and Meimei came out from the unit door.

Reddish-brown taco hair, wide gold-rimmed sunglasses, and a calf-length speckled cloak that dangled in faux fur.The calf was wrapped in red stockings, and the ten-centimeter black stiletto heels allowed her to walk gracefully.

Meimei went to the side of the road and took a taxi, Zhuang Baixin followed behind.After crossing a district, from the high-end residential complex to the Tongzilou, Meimei got out of the car and seemed to have a conflict with the driver, pointing and scolding "Fuck/Your mother! What's wrong with my wife wearing your wife's bra? It's none of your business? "Slammed the car door and left.

Zhuang Baixin stopped the car, and walked a few steps forward to his side: "Meimei."

Meimei turned down her sunglasses, looked at her from above the big eyes with shiny eyeshadow, and smiled: "Oh, what's the matter, have you been allocated funds?"

Zhuang Baixin shook his head.

"Then why are you looking for me? You're free to keep your voice blank." After speaking, he walked forward, ignoring her.She didn't give up and said: "If you don't want to talk about it, you don't have to talk about it. It's not a formal interview. Let's chat casually. I just think that such positive energy should be vigorously promoted."

Meimei turned to look at her, and smiled lightly: "Sister, do you believe what you say?"

Zhuang Baixin was taken aback, Meimei left again.

The two walked through various shampoos, hair salons, and small restaurants. Meimei lifted a dirty and stiff cotton curtain, and stepped into the winter farmers' market where cooked food and raw meat, fish smell and sauce smell were mixed.I bought a few bags of sugar oranges in front of the fruit stand, joked with the proprietress, and went back to the dormitory of the troupe with the oranges.

Although Meimei ignored her, she didn't push her away either, so Zhuang Baixin followed her every step of the way.In front of the dilapidated second-floor old unit, I found two groups of Erkijiao lit with twisters, and they exploded one by one to the sky.

On one side is Jin Xiang who is crying, and on the other is a sleepy lady before the start of work, and a wailing "Smelly/forceful vixen seduces other old men", while with her hips on her hips, she scolds "He is willing to fuck/force If you don’t want to fuck your ass/eyes, you’re relying on me.”Meimei dodged to the wall and watched the two teams pull each other's hair and slap their mouths, so that their tits were exposed, real or fake, it hurt their eyes.He was amused to see it, and picked up oranges to eat while enjoying himself.

"Aren't you going to help?" Zhuang Baixin asked.

"Which side can you help?" He gave Zhuang Baixin an orange, and gave her a blank look, "Both of them know each other, so if you get angry, you can't beat me with one of them, I'm stupid."

After eating five or six oranges, Sister Xiangxiang came down from upstairs to persuade her to make peace. "Look, look, you have to be like the police in the movie, come out after beating." Meimei clapped her hands, adjusted her coat and wig, kicked the orange peel away with her feet, and walked in swaggeringly.

"Oh my god, what is this for!" he yelled, "rebel/rebel!"

Jin Xiang hugged him and wept, until two black lines ran down his face.Said that the lords of his family are with the young lady, and spend their own money on the young lady; there is A Fen in the young lady, and tell him who knows that it is the old man of his family, and if there are guests, they will take it out of the door?

Sister Xiangxiang wore a big shawl and a turban on her head.One side is his own theater troupe, and the other side is a serious tenant who pays money, and he can't be partial to the side. He has seen this scene a lot and he doesn't take it to heart.Just as she was about to speak, she was stopped by Meimei waving her hand, with a look of "let me do it".

"Where are your gentlemen?" He asked Jin Xiang. "He won't give you money, he won't give you his dick, why are you raising this old man? If he doesn't look for it today, he will have to look for it tomorrow. You call him out, and my mother chopped up his dick, Do you think you want to keep the dick or the man?" Turning around, she said to the young lady: "If he comes back to give him money, it's all my sister's money, and we don't need those three melons and two jujubes, just to me Meimei is killing people perverted Walking under the criminal's hands once, I will give you a heart attack, and the sisters will save face, okay?"

After speaking, he turned to Zhuang Baixin: "Sister reporter, do you think I'm right?"

Zhuang Baixin suddenly heard him calling her, and stared at her with a dozen eyes, "Ah? What?"

"What the hell, reporter?" Ah Fen covered her chest, "Why are you prostitution again?!" She twisted her body, covered her face, and ran upstairs. The other ladies didn't know what was going on, so they followed suit. up.

"Damn it, if I knew it was so easy to use, it would be great to let you out." Meimei said in a low voice.Zhuang Baixin was at a loss.

"I dare you to find a good partner, and you can still be like you..." Jin Xiang was still not happy, and muttered.He was not angry, and threw a bag of sugar oranges over, "Then you are right, my mother is the most beautiful in the world, murderers are looking for me instead of Miss!"

Jin Xiang also felt embarrassed, so he laughed, "Smug beauty is shameless."

Sister Xiangxiang stopped in front of Zhuang Baixin, very vigilant: "What are the reporters doing here? We are not engaged in illegal business, we are serious performers."

"Sister, that's the one who interviewed me." He said to Zhuang Baixin, "You give our troupe some positive publicity, and I'll chat with you, how about it?"

Zhuang Baixin thought for a while and said, "I'm not telling you nonsense, TV stations are not easy to get on, and online media is fine."

Sister Xiangxiang and Meimei exchanged heart-warming glances, then turned and led the way: "Let's take a look." Introduce Zhuang Baixin to the warehouse, rehearsal room, and clothing room; The small rooms are lined up, and the corridors are cleaned very cleanly.

Sister Xiangxiang's office is next to the rehearsal room, and she sat down and introduced the troupe's programs, activities, and future prospects for the whole afternoon.

One member of the group named Ye Ping, I heard that it was a TV station, she dressed up like a peacock spreading her screens, and showed the [-]th class of martial arts regardless, asking her to take more photos of herself, and the page size should be bigger, because He is "the pillar of the national beauty and heavenly fragrance".

Zhuang Baixin asked him how he started this business, and Ye Ping said: "I can sing and dance since I was a child. Girls are not as soft as me, they are not as fast as me, they are not as good at acting, and they are not as beautiful as me. If it wasn't for my poor family, I would be famous by now!"

Yeping is the stage name he gave himself, which means the wild and helpless duckweed.He was laughed at for being effeminate when he was young, and he was not angry when he was hugged, kissed, hugged and touched by male classmates when he was in school, and asked to wear a skirt to play a woman.He likes to perform, he likes to be on stage, he can perform anywhere, and he is not afraid of being booed by people in the audience. Sister Xiangxiang likes his strength, and was the first to be recruited into the theater troupe.The family thought he was not a serious man, and he was not good at beating and scolding. They were really poor, and they stopped talking to see if he could get the money back.

Jinxiang used to have a wife, but his wife couldn't stand him, so she ran away with others, leaving a child to be taken care of by old parents in the countryside.

In the evening, a girl named Lingling came back from get off work, with medium-length hair, a pink down jacket, and a woolen cap with a fluffy ball on it, like a college student after school. "Yeah, are you a reporter?" The little girl said enviously with her big eyes shining, "The reporter is so good, you can be on TV!"

"I'm so good, I can also be on TV!" Meimei appeared out of nowhere, imitating her tone, with a few more rings on her hands, and a sequined soft bag.

Lingling stomped her feet, said "hate it", and ran back into the house.Zhuang Baixin and Meimei went to his dormitory, and found that he and Lingling lived in the same room, and said in surprise: "Can men and women live together?"

Meimei laughed loudly and shouted: "Little Nanny! Praise you, Little Nanny!"

Lingling opened the door and said seriously: "Even if I die, I will definitely die as a girl!" Only then did Zhuang Baixin know that Lingling was not a "perfect girl".

Meimei put her legs on the tea table: "Okay, it's been an afternoon, and you're feeling uncomfortable, so let's talk if you want to talk. Hurry up, I'll be leaving in a while." Lighting a cigarette, Zhuang Baixin Although he asked for one, he smoked it himself.Meimei looked at her, as if she thought it was interesting, and asked, "Sister, why do you care so much about Guan Zang?"

"For the question in my heart." Zhuang Baixin said bluntly, looking at Meimei, "I have seen too many people, and I feel that I can't hide it from you——I just want to get to know Teacher Guan from your perspective."

"Let me tell you the truth, I don't know him very well, and I don't really want to know him. We only knew each other—" Meimei squinted her eyes and thought for a while, "Two months? Three months?"

"In your eyes, what kind of person do you think Teacher Guan is?"

"Handsome, rich in money, rare for me."

"Hasn't he done anything that scares you?"

"Have."

Zhuang Baixin immediately asked, "For example?"

"I'm afraid he's too lustful." Meimei looked at Zhuang Baixin's stunned face, and then said, "You're a virgin, you understand." After speaking, she almost burst out laughing.

Zhuang Baixin didn't give up, and asked how they met, Meimei said that he fell in love with me, and I fell in love with him;

Can you tell me more about it?Meimei said he fell in love with my beauty, and I fell in love with his dick and money;

Can you talk about Teacher Guan's habits?Meimei said that her physical strength is very good, and she can do it several times a night;

Q Do you have any special habits?Meimei thought about it, and said that she was also very polite in bed;

Asked if he had talked about his past, Meimei said that he could play the piano, and had never had a girlfriend or a boyfriend.

Zhuang Baixin chatted with him for half an hour, always answering his questions.Get a bunch of yellow stuff.

"Meimei, I know you may particularly hate reporters who ask questions, even I sometimes find my own behavior quite annoying." Zhuang Baixin said, "But it is the responsibility of journalists to clarify the doubtful points, I implore You help me."

"Big reporter, why are you so obsessed with a little teacher? Isn't he just a little rich? Is there any doubt?"

Zhuang Baixin smiled: "Little teacher? The third generation of Guanda Group, the only son in the family—"

Meimei interrupted her suddenly: "What did you just say?"

Zhuang Baixin tentatively said: "You must know, his grandfather is Guan Jingyuan of Guanda Group—"

"No, the last sentence."

"The only child in the family? His parents have only one child, what's wrong?"

Meimei opened her mouth slightly and licked her lower lip: "It's good, no one is robbing him of inheritance." Lighting the third cigarette, Meimei smiled and said, "Look, sister reporter, I don't know as much as you There are many. And I heard that all of you journalists have their own downlines, inside sources, and can go undercover and make unannounced visits. What is the use of you begging me? You want to develop me as an informant by his side?"

"Of course you're welcome if you can, wouldn't you?"

"Then why don't I give some information about someone else, no money, full first-hand information, exclusive."

Zhuang Baixin glanced at him: "So, you're the client again?"

"That's right."

"Why give it to me?"

"I don't think you think it's a big deal. Others don't care about it."

"It's not Xianxin. Someone has to find out the truth behind the matter."

"The truth," Meimei smacked her lips, "Elder sister, what is the 'truth'? The gentlemen ate everything that should be eaten, and left the rest, and then let out a fart, smoked you, and left gone."

Stinking the butt of the cigarette in the ashtray, he stood up and put on his coat: "I will remember a bad smell when I think about it later, this is the fucking 'truth'!"