omnipotent office

The ancients said that you should not lean on a fence when you are alone, because in the dead of night and when everything is silent, it is always easy to think about things.

Facing Yan Yijun, Duan Huichuan always had an indescribable emotion. After so many years of hard work, no matter whether he was a high-ranking official or a high-ranking scholar, he had read countless people, and he thought he was very accurate in judging people. It's not very effective.

It's not that he thinks there's anything wrong with him, but it's just that he seems to be covered with a layer of unfathomable mist, which makes it difficult for people to see clearly.

The scarlet flames flickered between the fingers, and the falling ashes touched the back of his hand with the remaining warmth. Duan Huichuan recovered from his long thoughts, exhaled a long mouthful of white smoke, and extinguished the burnt cigarette butt.

——Maybe it was really just a coincidence, because I was too sensitive.

Coming down from the balcony, Duan Huichuan didn't turn on the porch lights. In the dark corridor, only Xu Chen's room leaked a faint light from the crack in the door.

It's so late, why hasn't this kid slept yet?

Duan Huichuan knocked on the door, and there was a sudden sound of chaos inside. He frowned slightly, and pushed the door in. Xu Chen was sitting at the desk as if doing homework. When he heard the sound, he turned his head and was surprised. There was a hint of panic that hadn't been completely hidden.

Duan Huichuan came behind him calmly: "What are you doing? You still haven't slept, and you haven't finished your homework yet?"

There were a few exercise books and papers spread out on the desk, and Xu Chen was holding two papers under his hand. When he sensed his brother approaching, he moved his arms nervously to try to cover something: "No...not yet, just a few It's one o'clock, and I'll finish writing soon. Brother, go to bed first."

"What homework is so difficult to write? Brother, I'll help you take a look." Duan Huichuan raised his eyebrows, and under Xu Chen's slightly changed eyes, he easily took away the two papers that were pressed on the table by him.

"No need, return it to me!" Xu Chen hurriedly wanted to snatch it back, but it was obviously too late.

"...Why is someone else's name written on this paper?" Duan Huichuan's face had completely darkened, and he slammed the two test papers on the table, "Are you copying a classmate's homework?!"

"I, I didn't...not..." Xu Chen lowered his head and didn't dare to look at him.

"I celebrate your birthday and buy you the gifts you want, not to make you playful and perfunctory in your studies."

The man's voice was neither sullen nor dignified, it was so calm that it was almost an understatement, but the deep voice fell from the top of his head, and it was so depressing that it was difficult to breathe.

In the end, he couldn't bear to criticize the child he brought up with his own hands. Duan Huichuan restrained his anger, swallowed more words of reprimand, and finally said slowly: "Put away the classmate's papers, and don't do such opportunistic things in the future." Things. Can you fool the teacher, can you fool yourself? If in the future—"

In the middle of the conversation, he suddenly stopped, and swallowed the remaining half back into his throat, and only said lightly: "Go to bed early after finishing."

"Understood." Xu Chen didn't notice his strange expression, took back his homework, and nodded sullenly in agreement.

Duan Huichuan stood at the door, staring at Xu Chen's back for a long time. The moment he closed the door, he tiredly rubbed the corners of his sore eyes.

——If your brother is gone in the future, how will you live on?

Since the matter at hand was over, it has been quiet for several days.

Yan Yijun next door lives in seclusion all day, and Duan Huichuan, who doesn't have to go out to work, is also a master who never gets up early for nothing. Except for the occasional sound of the Bentley passing downstairs every morning, the two of them have almost nothing to do. Opportunity to meet.

Although there is an extra small diamond, there is no unnecessary change in that ring. If Bai Jian and Xu Chen hadn't said one after another that they had picked up money in the corner of the house, or a shopping mall that never promoted a lottery discount Just happened to win the lottery, Duan Huichuan almost thought that he had received a fake and shoddy wealth-gathering stone.

But even so, it was still far from the sudden riches he secretly expected.

The peaceful days were broken by an unexpected guest on a sunny afternoon.

On the sofa in the living room, sat a short and thin man with a pipe in his hand, and he refused to put it down even when he coughed up a mouthful of thick phlegm. In fact, he was only about 40 or [-] years old, but his forehead was uneven. Her fine wrinkles and vain blue and black eye sockets have brought her age past half a century, and at first glance she has been overdrawn by tobacco, alcohol and womanizing.

The middle-aged man was wearing a cheap suit full of folds, a pair of eyes looking around in the shriveled eye sockets, restless left and right, opened the drawers of the coffee table one by one, fumbled for a long time, found a lighter in the shape of a metal key, and weighed it in the He fiddled with it twice in his hand, and then naturally slipped it into his pocket.

"Uh, sir, are you here for entrustment or consultation?" Bai Jian politely poured tea and put it in front of him, and reminded straightforwardly, "That lighter belongs to our boss, don't take it by mistake."

The middle-aged man choked on a sip of tea, coughed for a long time, and said loudly in embarrassment: "What belongs to your boss? Your boss is my nephew! I am his uncle! It's all one family, his and mine. What's the difference? It's just a piece of crap, he should be filial to Lao Tzu!"

"Huh? The boss's uncle?" Bai Jian looked him up and down in surprise, feeling suspicious and wondering, this... looks too different.

The man crossed his legs and occupied most of the sofa, grabbed a handful of melon seeds and knocked them, and said in disgust, "What kind of tea is this so bad? What about Biluochun? Tell your boss to come out and tell him that I'm here to see my son." !"

"Son?" Bai Jian was taken aback for a moment, unable to realize who the son and nephew were referring to.

"My son is Xu Chen."

Xu Yong slowly spit out the melon seed shells, tired of chewing, took another sip of tea from his teacup, squinted his small eyes, and clicked his tongue, "I haven't seen you in half a year, it seems that this place has become more spacious? Could it be that it has been renovated? Oh, this kid has made a lot of money recently. He took my son away, and I was not allowed to visit him. I think my son is missing him, so who do you think I should ask for the mental damage fee?"

"Uh... so you are Xiaodi Xu's father. But, the boss robbed your son? This—"

Bai Jian realized that he had heard a shocking gossip, although he might not be able to make sense of the logical relationship for a while, but the amount of information faintly conveyed behind it was complex enough to make him dumbfounded.

Zhaocai woke up from a nap, turned over in the nest and shook his wings. The food is so good recently that he has gained a lot of fat, his belly is round, and he fell into a ball when he fell asleep, like a fluffy ball It has a bird's head on it.

Zhaocai yawned, and the bewildered Heidouyan lazily turned left and right, and caught sight of a familiar annoying ghost.

"Death for money! Shameless!" Zhaocai Quack screamed, flapping his wings and flying over to peck him.

Xu Yong was startled, and waved his arms to drive away, with a fierce look on his face: "It's you again, you stinky bastard, I will pluck out your bird feathers and roast them to eat sooner or later!"

Bai Jian hurriedly hugged Zhaocai back into her arms to comfort him, but Xu Yong pushed him away impatiently: "That kid Duan Huichuan is upstairs, right? I'll go up and find him myself."

"Eh? Uncle! Wait, upstairs is not a place to receive guests—"

The clear blue sky was covered with dark clouds at some point, and the dark haze gradually spread from the distant sky.

A chronograph hourglass is fixed on the desk, and the sound is slight and regular.Duan Huichuan likes to work in a quiet place, but an environment that is too quiet is always accompanied by loneliness.

He had already heard the movement downstairs, but he didn't bother to pay attention to it.

Right now, he is concentrating on repairing the rose necklace that was missing the flower heart. Several imitation diamonds of the same size are lined up on the brocade. He carefully selected the most realistic one and carefully inserted it back into the original space. .

With his rough craftsmanship, of course it can't be perfectly restored, but it doesn't need to be so delicate, as long as it can deceive people is enough.

"Xiao Chuan, Xiao Chuan! Your uncle is here to see you!" The sound of messy footsteps and noisy voices came from afar, and they came to the door in the blink of an eye.

Xu Yong didn't knock on the door, he went to twist the doorknob, saw that it was locked inside and couldn't open it, so he slammed on the door.

With a creak, Duan Huichuan opened the door and stood there looking down on his so-called "uncle". How is Xu Chen doing? With twinkling eyes, he glanced at the room and walked in.

"Hey, my good nephew, have you been doing well recently?" Xu Yong completely ignored the other party's frowning, and looked around the room unscrupulously.

In the end, it was the unfinished necklace on the workbench that caught his entire attention, surprise and greed burst forth undisguisedly in his eyes, his muddy eyes became vivid, and they glowed excitedly: "My dear! This diamond necklace is at least worth millions, right? I knew you were rich! You are living such a happy life, and you can’t justify not being filial to uncle and me!”