How to be a patron

When I woke up, I felt warm all over. It was such a comfortable warmth that I thought for a moment that I was lying in someone's arms.It's a pity that when I opened my eyes, I realized that the fever was just the pillow covered by my own body temperature, and the pillow was wet, full of hot sweat from midnight.

I propped myself up, and my feet went limp uncontrollably as soon as they touched the ground. Fortunately, I quickly grasped the corner of the bedside cabinet so that I wouldn't have to salute my closet early in the morning.

Excessive exercise yesterday caused lactic acid to accumulate, and my legs were swollen and sore at this time.I tried to kick my leg, and it hurt like a cramp. However, compared to yesterday's headache, the discomfort in this foot is not unbearable.

Although my limbs were numb, I was in good spirits. I tidied up in the bathroom, arranged my hair, and put on my best formal suit. I really looked like an elite in the industry.

I stood facing the full-length mirror, raised my head halfway to fasten my tie, pulled the collar of my shirt, smoothed out the creases of my jacket, and then showed a confident and decent smile——

Fu Tianwo's extremely contemptuous face suddenly appeared in my mind, and my heart was stabbed.But after a while, I cheered up again, and the depression in my heart was dispelled by me.

Anyway, 'Fuying' has been under my management for two years with no trouble or waves, and he is expected to be a Fuwa, and he will not be able to make much trouble.

The scene in the company was normal, yesterday's board meeting didn't seem to cause much disturbance within the company, after Futianwo's proposal was adopted by me, the secretary department issued a notice, and other departments immediately invested in the preparation of new activities efficiently.

As soon as I walked into the office, the assistant hurriedly followed me in and turned around to lock the door.

"What's wrong?" I was a little surprised to see her flustered.

"It's not good," she pushed back her messy hair, and said very fast, "I just heard about it a few days ago, and it's not easy to talk nonsense without proof, but I just found out that Fu Tianwo Dad, uh, it's your third uncle, who has already transferred all the shares in his hands to Fortune."

"Ah," I froze for a moment, then nodded, "I know, I knew it yesterday."

Although Sanbo's move was a little abrupt, but he is also old, and he still has other industries in the north that need to be taken care of. We can understand this decision based on emotion and reason.

"Oh!" Seeing that I didn't realize the seriousness of the problem at all, the assistant took a step closer to me anxiously, "Do you know that if your cousin takes over those shares, his status in the company can be equal to that of your uncles?" , sit on an equal footing!"

I followed her words and thought, that is indeed the case, but the facts are established, and Sanbo can't be allowed to take back the shares again.At that time, several uncles and uncles invested in 'Fuying', which also meant that my parents were struggling to start a business. Therefore, they were not only family members but also partners to me and 'Fuying'. There was no reason to borrow the identity of relatives. interfere with their decisions.

"Oh," I sighed, and then comforted my assistant, "What can we do now? No matter how you say it, he still wants to listen to me, but I'm really upset that I have to see him often in the future."

"I'm just worried that after he joins the board of directors, he will..."

I interrupted the assistant: "Don't think so much. By the way, do you have any plans for the near future?"

"This..." She lowered her head and opened the folder in her hand to check the itinerary. "There are a few entertainments, but they can be turned down. There are a few business meetings, but the vice president can go instead of you. There is also a person from this city. The college invited you to give a lecture, but I have already rejected it... Other than these, there seems to be nothing else."

"Uh..." I wiped the sweat that didn't exist on my brow, "Aren't there a few decent activities that I must do?"

The assistant frowned and turned the ballpoint pen in his hand, shaking his head hesitantly.

"Okay." I covered my eyes and took a few steps back, "You go out first."

It seemed to be full of combat power, but found that there was no enemy, and there was nothing but a wasteland in front of him.

I dug up the financial statements of the past two years and checked them carefully. The more I looked at them, the more I felt that my parents seemed to do whatever they wanted, and they threw the company to me as soon as they got up. In fact, they had predicted my temperament in advance. But he does not compete for fame and fortune, but hides merit and fame deeply.

In the end, it emptied me, the biggest director.

I pointed my finger on the desktop, took out my phone, and made a call to the person I was thinking about.

The boring and annoying ringtones rang more than a dozen times and the phone was automatically hung up, and no one answered the phone.

Guessing he might be busy, I sent a message instead:

"I'm sorry, I was in a bad mood that day, and my tone was bad. Do you have anything to tell me?"

I put my phone on the table, looked at the document in my hand again, and waited for him to reply me.

I thought he was just busy for a while, and he would reply the next day at most.

Unexpectedly, that text message disappeared like a stone, and there was no reply.

I called and texted him for several days, but no one answered the phone, and there was no reply to the text message.

Another week passed, and the call turned out to be that the phone had been turned off.

I'm more afraid of something bad happening to him than losing his audio.With his personality, if he wants to break contact with me, he should say it directly, and the last time we talked, he was obviously hesitant to talk, as if he had something important to discuss with me, and he would never suddenly be silent Disappeared without a trace.

I regretted that he didn't ask him for other contact information when he left, and didn't even ask him for his specific address when he arrived in Zhengzhou.

The more I thought about it, the more anxious I became, I called my assistant in: "By the way, can you find someone for me?"

"Ah? Looking for someone?" The assistant was a little confused.

"Yes, I know his name and mobile phone number. Is there any way to find out his specific address?"

The assistant tilted his head and thought for a while, then said, "It's a bit difficult...but you don't have many friends, maybe you can find a way by asking them."

"That's right." I waved my hand and let her go out again, then took out my phone and sent a message in the WeChat group.

"Is there anyone who can help me find someone."

I have joined that WeChat group for a long time. There are a few friends in it that I can still play with. They are not the second generation rich, but their identities are either rich or expensive. At this time, five or six people were talking high in the group. Suddenly, the whole group fell silent.

After a long while, Hupenggouyou No. [-] answered, "Xiaotian, who are you looking for?"

"Uh... can you tell me first?"

"Hey!" He sent a violent emoji of smoking, "I don't believe you, as long as you are not looking for gods and ghosts, you can't find them!"

Everyone saw what he said, and the group became lively again, mainly making fun of him.

I chatted with him privately: "I only have that person's name and mobile phone. I know he is probably in Henan. Can I find him?"

It took a while for him to reply me with a voice message: "Don't underestimate brother. Now, we haven't seen each other for a long time. Let's go out tonight for a drink and chat, okay?"

"Row."

I haven't seen you for a few months, but No. [-] still has the unrestrained appearance. He kindly made an appointment with me in a small quiet bar, ordered two margaritas, and then looked at me with interest, with a The appearance of listening attentively, there is no trace of impatience in the expression.

I have always felt that he has the temperament of the sixth uncle, and his caring is the most important point of my friendship with him.Seeing his calm expression, my heart relaxed slightly, so I briefly told him about Gou Meng and I.

Having said that, I felt a sudden light in my heart, and felt that the anxiety and fear of the past few days finally had an outlet: "Ah, please help me, I really don't know who to turn to for this matter."

No. [-] answered immediately: "I don't dare to do anything else, but I don't have to worry about finding someone."

"But I only have his phone..."

When number three saw me questioning his ability again, he stretched out his hand and hooked my chin: "Ha, don't you believe me?"

"Ah, that's not what I said."

"Tut tsk tsk," No. [-] leaned back, looked me up and down, and commented, "Just now the light was too dim to see clearly, now look carefully, you really have changed a lot, if all these are Because of him, then he is really important to you."

I smiled dumbly, and lowered my head to take a sip of my wine.

"However," he touched his chin, "who is this Gou Meng you mentioned?"

"Huh?" I was a little surprised, that sexual alliance was still a topic of heated discussion among them, and I didn't expect it to be completely forgotten in just a few months, "It's the guy I pointed out to you last time when we were in the bar."

"This..." No. [-] showed a look of trying to remember, "Let me think about it."

After a while, he shook his head: "Sorry, I really forgot, I don't even remember where we met last time."

"Okay." I hung my shoulders dejectedly. I didn't expect that the person I always cared about was just a momentary conversation to others. After tea and dinner, it would disappear like smoke without leaving any trace.

But yes, their lives are too rich, there are countless parties every day, and they have seen countless handsome men and beautiful women and rich businessmen of all kinds, so how can they care about an ordinary man with no background.

Even if they still remember Gou Meng, they can only see him as a duck with a special aura.

Thinking of this, I lost my interest, and I just wanted to tell No. [-] to help me find Gou Meng as soon as possible: "When can you find him the soonest?"

"It... will take at least a week." Seeing my heavy face, he couldn't help laughing, "What's the matter, he's so nervous, tsk tsk tsk, you always look like you don't care about anything. Someone is so caring."

"Really?" I asked him back, "Is this the impression you had of me before?"

"Yeah," he smiled heartily, "you've always been out of social circles, nestled in your own little world, do you know what other people say about you, snail, freak, otaku."

"I, I... who said I don't mix circles," I retorted weakly, "I mix ACG circles, European and American circles..."

No. [-] ordered another glass of wine, turned to face the bar, stopped looking at me, but said with a smile: "Go back, I will notify you as soon as I have news."

He saw that he didn't want to stay for a long time, and I said with some embarrassment: "It's okay, it's a rare time to come out, I will accompany you."

"Hey," he squinted at me, "I have an appointment with someone behind me, don't mess with me, just go."

"Oh." I rubbed my nose embarrassedly, "Then... I'll go first."

No. [-] sat in the same place, and when I got up, he suddenly said in a low voice: "Actually, you don't have to be limited by others, just follow the crowd... Although it's easy, it's hard to get out."

I'm not sure if he was talking to himself, and he stood there for a moment, or he didn't answer his words, and walked out without looking back.

The author has something to say: Looking at Gao Gan and Bao Yangwen before, most of the funders have their own small circles, and there are many intertwined interests

So I want to write about a rich and handsome man who lives in his own small world...

The last month of 2015 has come, and meeting you who read the text this year really makes me very happy!