Red Bridge, Demolition Area---

Nie Weidong's road.

At this time, almost at nine o'clock in the evening, walking into this somewhat dark demolition area, Song Zhichao couldn't help but feel a little furious in his heart, there were many ruins in front of him, and some wild dogs barked.

After walking dozens of steps, the number of people gradually increased, and the area in front suddenly opened up, and many houses that had not yet been demolished appeared.

In the cold moonlight, a large white slogan with a brush could be seen on the wall---

"Five stresses, four beauties, three loves!"

"Strive to build four modernizations!"

"Family planning is a basic national policy that benefits the country and the people!"

Incandescent light bulbs were hanging from the front of the houses, and a group of young women dressed in gaudy and scantily clad moved small benches and sat on both sides of the road.

Some of the women were smoking cigarettes, some were wearing mirrors and lip paint, and some were chatting together, occasionally gazing at the pedestrians in the path.

Song Zhichao knew at a glance what these women do, although the ages are different, but some things will never change.

At this time, Nie Weidong glanced at Song Zhichao very meaningfully, and repeated the two sentences he had just said--- "You are very young" and "The blood is strong".

Song Zhichao: "......"

GLANCED AT THE WOMEN WHO WERE DRESSED UP AS BEWITCHING XING, AND UNDERSTOOD IT THOROUGHLY.

Nie Weidong was obviously very familiar with the women here, because those women spanked him as soon as they saw him---

"Nie Weidong, you were beaten again!"

"Brother Dong, how is the record?"

"Nie Shao, how many did you fight this time?"

Nie Weidong shook his long hair handsomely, feeling that the paper twist stuffed in his nostrils would damage his image, so he pressed the other nostril and sprayed it, and the stuffed paper twist flew out, and then bragged: "If you don't believe it, you will beat all seven or eight --- by me!"

Another woman is eyeing Song Zhichao who is supporting Nie Weidong--- after all, it is rare to see a man as handsome as Song Zhichao.

"Brother Dong, who is the little handsome guy you brought, do you want me to help you go to the fire?"

"Don't listen to that girl, she's a nymphomaniac!

"Cut, you two SAO girls, you can't stand it when you see the little handsome guy--- are you willing to do it if you don't give money?"

Seeing these women's gossip, Nie Weidong was a little embarrassed, and said to Song Zhichao behind him: "They are all crazy, don't pay attention to them." ”

When those women heard Nie Weidong say this, they were not happy, "How are we crazy? We are beautiful women! Look at our face, this figure, and this temperament...... If you pull it out, you can almost become a star. ”

The women scratched their heads one by one.

"That's it, people say I look like Liu Xiaoqing!"

"You Liu Xiaoqing is a fart, I still pay Maggie Cheung!"

"Then I'm Guan Zhilin!"

"I'm Li Jiaxin!"

Song Zhichao: "......"

Listening to these women talking such nonsense, he couldn't bear it--- Guan Zhilin, Li Jiaxin are all his artists, these women use them as metaphors, they are too confident.

The one who compared himself to "Li Jiaxin", when he saw Song Zhichao looking at her in a daze, he said: "What do you see, don't you think I don't look like it? Although Miss Ben came out to sell, she is no worse than those who are stars!"

The others chimed in and said, "Yes, we don't steal or rob, and we make money above board!"

Song Zhichao: "......"

Since you are above board, do you still need to sit in this dark place?

Nie Weidong was afraid that Song Zhichao would be taken bad by this group of women, so he hurriedly pulled Song Zhichao and said, "Let's go, don't pay attention to them." ”

Later, the group of women giggled again---

"Let's go, scare it away! It's a pity that such a handsome little handsome guy!"

"Come back, I'll give you free!"

"Stinky and shameless, you are willing to do it without paying!"

"People have to be handsome, and if they are handsome, they will have benefits!"

"Hee-hee-ha!"

......

A dilapidated two-story building---

"Where I live, how is it, isn't it broken?" Nie Weidong handed Song Zhichao a cigarette.

Song Zhichao took the cigarette, glanced at the broken building, and said two words: "It's okay." ”

Nie Weidong smiled, "It's okay? ”

Song Zhichao was silent, and Nie Weidong couldn't help it, "I told you that you may not believe it, I used to live in a western-style building, the kind of western-style building in front of the Bund, and my bedroom alone is larger than the area of this broken building......"

Song Zhichao smiled, but still didn't say anything.

Nie Weidong shrugged his shoulders, spread his hands, looked at the flip-flops he was squeezing, and his shabby clothes, and said, "I know you think I'm bragging, and I know that you look down on me--- a little red guy will live in a bungalow?" ”

Song Zhichao spoke: "I didn't say I looked down on you. ”

"Then you just keep quiet--- if you don't keep quiet, you look down on me. ”

"Is that okay?"

"I have self-esteem!" Nie Weidong shook his long hair, revealing a fairly attractive face, "Anyway, I used to be a famous Zhonghai master, it doesn't matter if I am looked down upon by those bastards, it is not okay to be looked down upon by you." ”

"Why?"

"Because you are my benefactor. ”

Song Zhichao: "......"

I feel that this Nie Da Shao's thinking is very jumpy.

"Actually, there's a question I've always wanted to ask you. Nie Weidong looked at Song Zhichao, and the cigarette butt flickered and went out.

"What's the problem?"

"Why are you helping me?"

This time it was Song Zhichao's turn to shrug his shoulders: "Do you need a reason to help you?"

Nie Weidong: "......"

I think this answer is very ancient.

"Then you make one. ”

"Make one?" Song Zhichao put his left hand in his pocket, held a cigarette in his right hand, and pondered: "Because your story is like Xiao Baiwen--- being betrayed by a friend, bankrupt, and his girlfriend being robbed and slapped in the face on the street...... It sucks, but I like it!"

Nie Weidong: "......"

A bewildered face.

Song Zhichao threw the cigarette butt on the ground, crushed it with his toes, and patted Nie Weidong on the shoulder: "You don't need to understand, you just need to understand that not everyone can live as wonderful as you." ”

Nie Weidong: "......"

A very zen sentence, he seems to understand a little, but he doesn't seem to understand.

After all, not everyone can experience the ups and downs of life.

Thinking of this, Nie Weidong remembered his predecessor, Jia Baoyu, the representative of the Second Ancestor......--- A dream of brocade clothes and jade food, in the end, didn't you see through the red dust and become a monk?

Could it be that his future way out is to become a monk?

Nie Weidong was shocked, touching his long black and beautiful hair--- it is impossible to shave!

......

After smoking---

Nie Weidong threw away his cigarette butt, limped, and went upstairs.

Song Zhichao was afraid that he would fall, so he followed behind.

On the second floor, Nie Weidong took out the key to open the door, and suddenly, a musty smell came out of the dark room.

Nie Weidong pinched his nose and swept it, reaching out to touch the lamp rope hanging on the wall.

I touched the lamp rope and pulled it, and the bulb lit up.

Song Zhichao looked at it by the light, this is a room of about 80 square meters, it is very simple, basically there is no furniture--- the only valuables are probably the radio placed on the cabinet, look at the brand, it is still the Sony brand.

Sony? Song Zhichao remembered his "old friend" Akio Morita --- wondered if this thing was dead.

Looking at the surrounding walls, it can simply explain what is called "four walls of home", mottled and dilapidated, just hanging two star posters, Stallone is shirtless with a red head rope, holding a machine gun--- posing in a Rambo shape.

The other poster looks newer, but it is by the American pop king Michael Jackson--- but this poster is a little weird: on it Michael Jackson is smiling and talking to a man who is wearing a trench coat and has only an unusually tall back, making it look like the "God of Gamblers" in the movie.

Looking at the composition of the whole poster, Song Zhichao suddenly felt that Mike was not the protagonist of this painting, but the back was --- because that back occupied the middle position of the whole painting.

The more Song Zhiyue looked at it, the more he felt weird, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that this back was very familiar.

Nie Weidong, who was looking for iodine wine in the drawer of the puller cabinet, looked up and saw Song Zhichao looking at the poster in a daze, so he said, "That's my idol......"

"Mike Jackson?" Song Zhichao asked subconsciously.

"No, that back. ”

Song Zhichao: "......"

"Don't underestimate my idol, he is a famous 'stock god'!"

Song Zhichao: "......"

Isn't the stock god Warren Buffett? No matter how you look at this back, it's not like Buffett--- Buffett is a ghost, he's still a fat man, this back is too young, and he has black hair, he should be a handsome guy.

Nie Weidong took a cotton swab dipped in purple iodine wine, kicked on the chair with one leg, and grinned to smear the abrasions, "You don't know, in the year of the collapse of the Soviet Union, I was ruined by Long Jianfei's bastard, but my idol took advantage of the collapse of the Soviet Union to soar into the sky--- making tens of billions of dollars in the futures market!"

Song Zhichao: "......"

Dumbfounded.

Seeing Song Zhichao's bewildered look, Nie Weidong was even more excited, "Aren't you scared? You must be sighing how there can be such a god in this world...... That's why he's the only god in the world today!"

"Believe me, as long as I find him one day and worship him as a teacher, I believe that I, Nie Weidong, will always turn over one day!" When Nie Weidong said this, his eyes were full of longing, and his tone was full of passion, as if he Nie Dashao would turn over one day and find Long Jianfei and others to take revenge.

Song Zhichao: "......"

After a long time, he held back a sentence, "Do you know him?"

"I don't know!" Nie Weidong replied very simply.

"Oh, I'm relieved if you don't know me. ”

Nie Weidong: "......"

"Although I don't know him, I will definitely find him!" Nie Weidong felt that Song Zhichao underestimated himself, "Where there is a will, there is a way, not to mention that I am so ambitious." ”

Song Zhichao: "Your ambition is to live in this kind of place, fart with the young ladies outside, and talk about feelings with the car repairer...... Talk about half a day just to save a mere three cents?"

Nie Weidong: "......"

Suddenly, blushing.

Although he is down, he still knows how to be ashamed.

Then he felt that Song Zhichao was too inauthentic--- did he have such a scar to expose people's scars?

Immediately, he put down the iodine wine in his hand, like the "one-legged fox" in the cartoon "Book from the Sky", he ran to the bed on one leg, and said angrily: "Sleep!"

Song Zhichao shook his head and smiled.