born criminal

Chapter 4 Making Friends

Fang Xing was not a person who was good at hiding his emotions, Yang Zhou could tell at a glance that he was depressed, and even felt a trace of hostility inexplicably.

"Mr. Fang is leaving?"

"There are still some things to deal with. I can't accompany Director Yang. I'm sorry." Fang Xing pointed out the direction of his home to Yangzhou: "Turn right from the block in front, there is a blue house, and I will live there. If Yang Zhou Sir, I am happy to entertain you when you are free, my family has red wine that has been cellared for a hundred years."

Yangzhou smiled and agreed: "Okay, I will definitely visit."

He watched Fang Xing leave and stood there thinking for a while before returning to the villa.

Chen Jian sat on a chair covered with artificial wolf fur. The nightgown only covered the important parts. His slender and strong thighs were exposed to the warm air, emitting hormones all the time.He greeted Yangzhou with a smile: "Hey."

Yang Zhou ignored his disheveled appearance and nodded politely.

"I'll show Director Yang a look at the room." Chen Jian yawned and stood up, as if talking to himself: "Winter is really suitable for sleeping."

"Deputy Director is just an insignificant position." Yang Zhou said, "Mr. Chen doesn't need to call me that."

Chen Jian was taken aback for a moment, his eyes narrowed slowly, and he smiled wickedly.He changed his words politely: "Okay, dear Yang Zhou."

Yang Zhou stared at him expressionlessly, Chen Jian spread his hands innocently, as if he was the one who was being teased.

He embraced Yang Zhou to take him upstairs, but as soon as his arm touched his shoulder blade, Yang Zhou dodged it extra deliberately.

Chen Jian smiled and lowered his arms.

"Andrew," he stopped the robot from following up, "You live in room D3."

Andrew said: "But I want to stay with Mr. Yang."

Yang Zhou blinked his eyes slowly, signaling Andrew to obey the arrangement temporarily.

Seeing his small movements, Chen Jian felt amused in his heart. After taking two steps, he turned back and ordered, "By the way, Andrew, I think you must know how to cook. My chef is on leave, so I'll leave today's dinner to you."

"I'm an advanced intelligent robot..." Andrew showed a reluctant stiff expression, and finally nodded: "Okay."

Chen Jian was very satisfied, and taught D3 by the way: "See, you should learn more from Andrew, you idiot who can't cook."

D3 cadenced his defense: "Mr. Chen, I think it's not my fault that the designer didn't equip me with a movable robotic arm."

Yang Zhou, who was watching this scene, couldn't help curling his lips.

Chen Jian drove the two robots away, turned sideways and looked at Yang Zhou intently. "Your mother must be very beautiful." He deliberately lowered his voice.

This strike-up line is really old-fashioned, Yangzhou has not heard it for many years. "Thank you," he said.

Chen Jian led Yangzhou to the room at the end of the second floor. The furnishings inside were exquisite and gorgeous. There was an old horse lamp by the bedside, and a lifelike elk stood beside the window. The Chinese and Western styles were mixed and matched just right.

"I wonder if Mr. Yang is satisfied?"

Yang Zhou nodded slightly.He looked around and joked, "Mr. Chen seems to like collecting antiques? If I didn't have a clear mind, I would have thought I had traveled through time."

Chen Jian was noncommittal, and chuckled: "The reality is depressing."

"When you finish packing, go downstairs and have a drink?" He made a gesture of drinking: "I won't hinder you here."

Yangzhou agreed.

After Chen Jian left, he searched the room quickly. Except for a few vacant dark compartments found on the wardrobe and the north wall, the furniture in the room was quite normal, and there were no monitors or cameras.

Yang Zhou heaved a sigh of relief, casually stuffed his clothes into the cabinet, and then went downstairs slowly.

Chen Jian was pouring wine, and asked without raising his head, "Brandy?"

"Yes, thank you." Yang Zhou took the wine glass, and Chen Jian each pulled a soft chair, and sat around the fireplace.

The two were silent for a while, and Yang Zhou said, "I'm going to the court tomorrow to have a look."

"I'll go with Mr. Yang." Chen Jian took a sip of his wine, half-closed his eyes and reveled in it: "As expected of XO."

Yang Zhou threw a piece of firewood into the fireplace and asked, "Why don't you use the air conditioner for heating?"

In his opinion, the real fire fireplace is not environmentally friendly, but also has potential safety hazards. It is a historical relic that has long been eliminated.

"Then how can it be the same? The air conditioner doesn't feel it at all." Chen Jian raised his eyebrows slantingly, revealing a bit of a flattering ruffian, "Many people sit with me by the fireplace and chat, and then fall in love with me."

"Ha." Yangzhou laughed shortly, "Don't worry, Mr. Chen, I will never fall in love with you."

"Tsk, it really makes me sad." Chen Jian smiled indifferently: "You don't mind making friends, do you?"

Yang Zhou didn't answer, but raised his glass to him.

"Mr. Yang agreed?" Chen Jian's eyes lit up: "Perhaps we should get to know each other."

Yang Zhou remained calm: "What do you want to know?"

"Well, let's start with your politics."

"Rose Pie, are you satisfied?"

Chen Jian pursed his lower lip slightly, which was not a satisfied expression, but more like saying "what does it have to do with me".He looked at Yangzhou through the wine glass, the golden liquid softened the cold face on the opposite side, Chen Jian asked: "Why, because you sympathize with us? I don't think you are a person who is full of sympathy."

He was right, Yangzhou was indeed not.Most of the citizens who opposed the "Segregation Act" were relatives and friends of born criminals. In a few decades, when these people were all dead, what reason would there be to oppose the "Segregation Act"?

"The reason is very simple." Yangzhou's tone was flat, but his words were resounding: "Because this is a retrogression of human civilization."

Chen Jian looked at him in surprise, and then burst out laughing.He laughed so hard that the brandy almost spilled in his hand.

Yangzhou tasted his wine quietly, his face calm.

"My dear Yangzhou," Chen Jian said pitifully, as if looking at a simple and silly child, "this is not the retrogression of human civilization, but precisely the nature of human beings."

"All ears." It was really hot beside the stove, Yang Zhou took off his cuff buttons and rolled his shirt up to his elbows.

Chen Jian was fascinated by his actions and did not speak for a while.Yangzhou raised his head: "Mr. Chen?"

He was too familiar with this desire-filled eyes, but perhaps it was because of Chen Jian's unusual frankness that he didn't have the usual strong sense of disgust.

Chen Jian withdrew his gaze and returned to the lazy look before: "Where did you talk? Yes, human nature. Do you know why the isolation policy can be passed? It's very simple, because of the fear and cowardice rooted in the human heart."

He was right.Experiments have proved that the natural criminal gene can affect the production of several hormones in the human body, making the carrier stronger | sexual desire, more impulsive, and more preference for stimulation brought about by violence.Although the level of related hormones in their bodies is only [-]% higher than that of ordinary people after quantitative calculations, it is enough to make people feel scared.

Yangzhou sarcastically said, "I thought Mr. Chen was going to talk about some new theory."

"What does Mr. Yang think?"

"Fear is not entirely a bad thing." Yang Zhou said: "Fear of nature united human ancestors to form societies and countries, and fear of disease and death promoted the development of medicine. Fear may make people make mistakes. decision, but it's only temporary. Just like the Quarantine Act will eventually be repealed."

He was so determined and calm that even though he secretly scoffed, Chen Jian still pretended to listen carefully: "What's the basis?"

"People have rationality, and society has democracy."

Chen Jian almost couldn't hold back, he turned his head away, the muscles on his face kept twitching: "Unfortunately, I don't believe in either of these."

Yangzhou was not surprised at all.In just half a day of getting along, he has roughly figured out Chen Jian's character.Arrogant and conceited, advocating violence and authority, greedy for beauty, and loves pleasure.I don't know how such a person was favored by Vladimir.

Yangzhou said flatly: "You are a dictator, of course you don't believe in democracy."

Chen Jian wasn't annoyed at all, instead he laughed generously: "Don't put it so harshly. I prefer the term 'enlightened autocracy'."

Yangzhou was choked by his shamelessness, and he was too lazy to discuss "democracy" with the barbarians, a product of civilized society, and politely told Chen Jian: "I also want to know Mr. Chen."

Chen Jian opened his arms to him, and turned his head to the left, as if waiting for a hug: "You are welcome to ask questions."

Yangzhou selectively ignored his small movements, and asked in a chatty manner, "How did Vladimir die?"

"Cerebral thrombosis. Fell in the bathroom and wasn't found until two days later. Poor old man."

Yangzhou sipped his wine, he raised his eyelids and looked at Chen Jian with a half-smile.He knew that many people liked his cool and gentle look.Sure enough, Chen Jian couldn't take his eyes off his lips.

"Did you do it?" Yang Zhou asked abruptly.

Chen Jian frowned: "I said you didn't believe me?"

Yang Zhou stared at him intently, trying to find even a trace of guilt and unnaturalness, but Chen Jian didn't show any superfluous expressions except for his insincere regret.

The two were at a stalemate, when there was a sound coming from far and near, D3 came out of the kitchen first, shouting: "Chen, we need your comment."

The wheels of D3 moved slowly on the carpet with high friction, and after two seconds, it was overtaken by Andrew.

Yangzhou asked: "What's the matter Andrew?"

"We had a disagreement on the method of Kung Pao Chicken." Andrew said angrily: "I have the most authoritative Chinese cooking guide, but D3 said that this dish needs to add diced cucumber."

D3 complained: "This foreign robot not only has wrong recipes, but also is arrogant and will not accept correct knowledge." He turned to Chen Jian and said in a straight voice: "Mr. Chen, I need to upgrade the voice system. Very angry, I want to express anger."

Both Yangzhou and Chen Jian laughed, and Andrew followed suit, and D3 was so angry that he hit him hard with the trash can.

Chen Jian supported his robot: "D3, you are right, Kung Pao Chicken really needs to add cucumber."

Andrew looked at Yang Zhou, hoping that he would support him, but Yang Zhou just shrugged.

It has been a long time since D3 said to upgrade the system, Chen Jian is too lazy, always procrastinating.Now that there is an extra robot at home, he certainly can't let D3 be compared, and immediately approved D3's request: "Tomorrow, Mr. Yang and I are going to the court, you can go to Eric by yourself."

"Great." D3 glanced at Andrew: "Tomorrow I will be able to speak eccentrically."

"Can you do this?" Andrew twitched his eyebrows and pouted, and patted the top cover of D3 with his hand, "Little trash can."

"You'll regret it, Andrew."

The two robots left noisily.Yang Zhou leaned back on the chair, lowered his eyes, and the jumping firelight reflected him, reminiscent of a drop of dew in the setting sun.

Chen Jian gently seduced: "Have another drink?"

Yang Zhou covered the cup, raised his head and smiled at him: "Save it and drink it when we become friends."

Note: There is a big conflict between the three views of attack and shou, and the views of the characters do not represent the author's own views.The deputy cp may be this pair of robots, yes, the author is rather weird.