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There is an unfinished building in Nanrongli that has not yet been built.

Something happened to the developer's family, which led to a shortage of funds and the inability to continue construction.

The contractor took the workers to settle their wages for five months and quit.The follow-up progress couldn't keep up, so I stopped for half a year, contacted several companies, and planned to resell it.

"There is no debt dispute. When I bought this piece of land, I had a lot of connections. You know how expensive the land in Nanrongli is. If you bid for it, it will definitely be higher. The main reason is that I am in a hurry to spend money, and I can't wait that long. ” Manager Ma, 38 years old, with a round beer belly, took out a cotton handkerchief from his wrinkled suit pocket and wiped his sweat.

He was dark and fat, and the handkerchief embroidered with magnolia flowers rubbed back and forth on his oily face, looking a little wasteful.After wiping, he folded it carefully, and then said: "You have also read the drawings. There is nothing wrong with the design. If your company doesn't like it, then ask someone from the design office to draw the picture. I don't care about how to change it. gone."

There was a man standing opposite Manager Ma, wearing a clean white shirt and a bright yellow hard hat, probably too hot, the cuffs were rolled up twice, revealing a custom-made watch, which looked expensive.

This person is Zhuang Qiubai, the engineering director of City State Group, "There are no major problems in the design, and the green water system is also very reasonable. Your vision is very good."

Manager Ma smiled stupidly: "I don't have any vision, it's all my wife who helped me watch."

Zhuang Qiubai was startled, "Excuse me. Was the handkerchief you just used also given by Madam Ling?"

"Hey." Manager Ma said, "She used to like to embroider messy things, but now that she's sick, she can't do anything."

"Feel sorry."

"It's all right." Manager Ma said, "Everyone knows it. If you think the price is too high, I'll make it lower."

Zhuang Qiubai was not polite. Although Manager Ma had difficulties, he did business and could not harm the company's interests because of personal feelings. can be cured."

Manager Ma put the handkerchief back into his pocket, and said melancholy: "I hope so."

The two talked about some details. Zhuang Qiubai wanted to move to the dinner table, but Manager Ma said that there were some important things to do, so he didn't force him to stay.He raised his hand to check the time, took the car keys and went to the parking lot.

Dingfeng City has developed rapidly in recent years, more and more technology buildings have been built on the ground, engaged in research and development and creation, AI technology is becoming more and more mature, and life is getting faster and more convenient.But apart from these, it seems that there is not much difference from five or sixty years ago. Zhuang Qiubai once read an article, which recorded some old people's yearning for future cities, such as flying cars, movable houses, and There are floating highways built to alleviate traffic congestion, and some even want to immigrate to alien planets and organize groups to travel to the Milky Way.

Zhuang Qiubai was stuck in the intercity expressway, watching the owner of the car with four circles in front of him press the window, and yelled at the endless line of cars: "My day——you! Eighteen! Generations of ancestors! His mother gave birth to two babies in the delivery room! The two cubs haven't even seen their father!"

Zhuang Qiubai couldn't help smiling, and turned on the player to play some relaxing music.He is not used to talking to AI, except when necessary, he does it himself.

This weekend, I don't need to go to the company to work overtime after talking about business.After another ten minutes of traffic jam, the traffic started to flow slowly.

Zhuang Qiubai got off the intercity expressway and turned onto an unusually quiet road.There are no cars here, but the road is very spacious. On both sides of the road are tall and straight plane trees that symbolize tough love. There is a sign at the intersection that reads "Jinshan Garden".

Jinshan Garden is the most expensive villa area in Dingfeng City, every inch of land is expensive.Those who can live in are either rich or expensive, and most of them are consortium bosses or invisible rich people. Ordinary small directors like Zhuang Qiubai can only be regarded as the lowest-level residents.

"C072 single-family owner, welcome home." The detection equipment along the way confirmed the identity of the owner and opened the door of the villa not far away for him.Zhuang Qiubai thanked the blinking red light next to the steering wheel, and drove the car to a three-story villa.

An old man in a dark suit was already waiting at the door, Zhuang Qiubai greeted him with a smile, "Uncle Zhou."

Uncle Zhou is the housekeeper here, bowing slightly, "Mr. Zhuang gets off work very early today."

Zhuang Qiubai said: "The more urgent projects are all over, so I can relax for a while."

Butler Zhou said: "Proper relaxation is beneficial to the body and mind, and it's better not to be as busy as the young master."

Zhuang Qiubai smiled and said, "Is Jiang Yunchuan back?"

"Not yet, but I got a call yesterday, saying it was a flight tomorrow night." Butler Zhou waited for him to step up the steps, and opened the door for him.

Zhuang Qiubai nodded while changing his shoes.

Butler Zhou asked, "Will you pick him up?"

"Huh?" Zhuang Qiubai hesitated, "He doesn't seem to like me picking him up. Last time when I picked him up, he had a cold face, as if he was more serious than before."

The corners of Steward Zhou's eyes are full of deep smile lines, and his eyes are also crooked at this time, "It's because the young master is not good at expressing, please take care of Mr. Zhuang."

"You are serious." Zhuang Qiubai said, "If he doesn't mind, I will pick him up tomorrow."

"Okay." Butler Zhou said, "Then I'll tell the young master."

The next day was sunny.

At around ten o'clock in the morning, Zhuang Qiubai arrived at the third airport in the city by car. He arrived an hour early and was going to wait for a while at the coffee shop in the pick-up building.

As soon as he sat down and ordered a cup of latte with half sugar, the phone rang. Zhuang Qiubai glanced at the incoming call and answered the channel: "Mr. Liao?"

Liao is always the general manager of City State Group, Zhuang Qiubai's immediate boss, and his name is Liao Wenjie.

"How is the land in Nanrongli going?" Liao Wenjie's voice came from the microphone.

Zhuang Qiubai said: "Basically, it has been finalized, and the price has been lowered. There will be no major changes in the future. After the transfer procedures are completed, construction can start."

Liao Wenjie said: "It's been hard work. I took a look at their previous design drawings, and they may need to add some new things. You can simply record it and help me hold a meeting on Monday."

Zhuang Qiubai said yes, and turned on the computer he carried with him, "Mr. Liao won't come back on Monday?"

Liao Wenjie was worried: "I don't know which company is behind it, and there is something wrong with the land in Jiangzhou. Forget it, I will talk about it after I deal with it. Let's talk about Nanrongli first."

Zhuang Qiubai didn't ask any more questions, and recorded Liao Wenjie's request.When I was busy with work, I forgot the time. By the time Liao Wenjie hung up the phone, it was already eleven o'clock.Zhuang Qiubai muttered to himself, "Oops," turned off the computer and walked out of the coffee shop.

The pick-up hall is crowded with people, and the big screen in the middle shows the information of the upcoming flights.Several workers are replacing the advertising lights hanging in mid-air.It may be doing preliminary experiments for suspended roads. Now many light-weight and small items, such as glass light boxes and digital screens, are autonomously suspended through AI control, which really saves a lot of space and looks relatively beautiful.

Zhuang Qiubai looked up to confirm the flight time. Fortunately, it was more than ten minutes late, so Jiang Yunchuan would not be kept waiting.He stood still at the pick-up port, and suddenly remembered that he had left an important message when he was talking to Liao Wenjie just now, so he called back.

As he was speaking, he saw a familiar figure approaching from a distance.Zhuang Qiubai immediately waved to him, and greeted him with the phone, "I'm sorry Mr. Liao, Jiang Yunchuan is here, I'll go pick him up first."

Liao Wenjie asked him to go ahead and hung up the phone.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Jiang Yunchuan was on a business trip for half a month, followed by two assistants, one called Cheng Ye carrying the luggage, and the other named Tao Heng holding the documents.When they saw Zhuang Qiubai, they bowed politely and called "Mr. Zhuang". Zhuang Qiubai smiled and nodded, and also greeted them.

Zhuang Qiubai didn't get a reply to the greeting just now, and Zhuang Qiubai took it for granted, and turned his gaze to Jiang Yunchuan again: "Shall we go back now?"

Jiang Yunchuan was tall and handsome, with nearly perfect facial features carved on his expressionless face.He looked at Zhuang Qiubai seriously for ten seconds, then said coldly, "You are very busy."

"Ah." Zhuang Qiubai did hold his mobile phone and computer, and said with a smile, "Fortunately, Mr. Liao talked about something on the phone just now."

Jiang Yunchuan fell silent again, and only said: "Let's go."

Zhuang Qiubai shrugged and followed behind him.

This Jiang Yunchuan is his husband. They have been married for five years and signed a contract marriage.

Since it is a contract, there is no emotion. To put it bluntly, the two are just a cooperative relationship.

Normally speaking, even if they are just customers of each other, even if they do not greet each other with a smile, more than 800 people live under the same roof almost every day and night, and there should be some topics to talk about.

But they didn't at all, even if they chatted occasionally, Zhuang Qiubai started and Zhuang Qiubai ended.

Jiang Yunchuan didn't like to talk, and he didn't deliberately target anyone. He didn't show any expression whether facing the housekeeper, servants, or company staff.Zhuang Qiubai secretly guessed whether he had facial paralysis?It's just that there is no medical certificate, so no conclusion can be drawn.

"Old He, Old He! Quickly help me to see, is there something wrong with this program?"

"where?"

"Here, yellow warnings keep appearing on the hanging signs of positions 39 and 40. Is it overweight?"

"It's really overweight, oh my god! Hurry up! Bring the artificial ladder over to lift it up first, and evacuate immediately below seat 39, sir! The gentleman with the computer in front please stop first!"

With a computer?Zhuang Qiubai looked around, and found that he was the only one with a computer. Just as he was about to turn around, he felt a powerful force throw him to the ground, and then there was a loud "crash", and the advertising light box hanging above his head Falling rapidly, the transparent glass cover collided violently with the body, and it was instantly torn apart.

Zhuang Qiubai was not injured, and Jiang Yunchuan lay on top of him, unconscious.

City Ninth District, Ruihe Hospital.

The outpatient area is crowded with people.No matter which era, the hospital will never be easy. Everyone will get sick. When the disease invades, it doesn't matter who is a beggar or a rich man.

The private doctor surnamed Zhang in a white coat sat at the consultation table in the advanced ward, flipping through the observation results of the past few days, "Mr. Jiang's condition is not optimistic. He was hit on the head by a heavy object. Although he has no brain death, but it also forced the brain nerves to enter a dormant state of emergency self-protection, and if there is no awakening treatment, it may continue to sleep forever."

Zhuang Qiubai sat opposite the doctor, and Zhou Steward stood beside him, frowning deeply.It has been a week since the accident, and Jiang Yunchuan still hasn't woken up.

"That is to say, he became a vegetable?"

"Correct."

Zhuang Qiubai was a little haggard, and asked, "Then how do we perform awakening therapy?"

Dr. Zhang said: "Wake-up therapy is divided into two types, one of which is conservative wake-up, which uses drugs and external force interference from family members to perform nerve recovery, but this process is very slow, and patients in deep sleep may not be able to accurately receive information from family members. It is possible that there will be no signs of recovery for ten or eight years.”

"What about another way?"

"The other way is actually still under experimentation." Dr. Zhang thought about it carefully for a while, and took out a small transparent box from the drawer, which contained a small chip. "This chip is specially designed to solve brain sleep problems." The family members need to enter the patient's inner world through the chip to perform wake-up therapy."

"The other world?"

"Yes, it is the patient's own psychological world. The chip is the key to the psychological world."

Zhuang Qiubai knew the rapid development of medical care nowadays, but he did not expect to have reached this point. He seemed to have heard of similar clinical trials before, but they did not belong to a certain field, so he did not pay too much attention to them. "Then I entered his inner world. , what needs to be done?"

Dr. Zhang said: "The outside world has its own medical system, which may throw you into a certain period of time that the patient desires most or is most unforgettable. After that, you need to understand the most real thoughts in his heart and find ways to improve his mental health. Excitement value, let him be as happy as possible, so as to activate the cerebral cortex and recover from treatment."

Zhuang Qiubai asked: "Then how can I know whether he is happy or not?" After all, Jiang Yunchuan never seemed to be happy.

"Let me demonstrate briefly." The doctor took the chip, led Zhuang Qiubai and Zhou Steward to the side of the hospital bed, pasted the chip on Jiang Yunchuan's chest, who had been sleeping all the time, and turned on the electronic screen on the bedside.

"If you haven't fully entered the other world, you can only read the most recent memory." As he spoke, a date was displayed on the screen.

2081年7月13号上午，11点至11点40分。

It happened to be the time period between when Jiang Yunchuan got off the plane and before the accident happened.

Then, another graph appeared on the screen. It was in a very stable state around ten o'clock, and it began to climb continuously at ten o'clock, and even rushed to the top at a certain moment. The doctor said: "This is his mood. Value, reaching this height shows that he is very happy."

Happy?But at that time, Jiang Yunchuan obviously didn't have any expression?Just as I was about to inquire carefully, I found that the graph fell precipitously. In just one second, it fell directly to the bottom. "This is... what's going on?"

"This shows that he is very sad or unhappy." Dr. Zhang was also curious, "Did something happen to Mr. Jiang during this period? Why is there such a big ups and downs in mood?"

Zhuang Qiubai thought for a long time, then shook his head.

"No, on the surface, he has no emotional changes at all."

The author says:

Gong Crush Shou/Gong Introverted and Shy/Speaking upright/Maybe still a little girly/Don’t continue if you don’t like this attribute