50.Chapter50

In the eyes of the Greeks, geometry was not a discipline, but an art of appreciation. Among them, the Greeks defined a "point" as something that has a location but no value.

In the eyes of the well-known analysis master Dafang, a person like Lian Kaifeng is not a wealthy and noble son, but a handsome and mysterious person. Among them, Dafang defines "Lian Kaifeng" as follows: a character who has the status of the circle but is not imprisoned by the circle.

Dafang has always been curious about the survival style of people like Lian Kaifeng, who would have expected to meet a real person at the boss's house one day.

After screaming for a few octaves, Dafang hurriedly introduced himself: "Hello, Mr. Lian, my name is Fang Xishui." Haha, just call me generous. โ€

Lian Kaifeng searched for the name in his mind, there was no such number, but he was still used to stretching out his hand and shaking it generously.

Dafang instantly shouted "ahhhh

Mo Cangsang threw away the notebook in his hand and stood up from the sofa. It's a pity that the tall one meter eight, although the altitude is about the same, but standing in front of Lian Kaifeng still feels a little worse. In addition, when shaking hands, Lian Kaifeng also revealed the origin: "Daxing coal? โ€

Many years ago, Mo Cangsang was still an authentic second-generation coal, and when he went out, he always looked like a bastard with a nose that was not a nose and eyes that were not eyes. Once I went to a drinking party where I pretended to be a party, who knew that I was dressed too "Mars" and was stuffed into the lounge by my dad and not allowed to come out. In addition to him in the lounge, there was also a man lying on a two-meter sofa taking a nap. Although he couldn't see his face inward, he knew that he was not easy to mess with by looking at the clothes he was wearing. The blazer fell alone on the beauty couch, two long legs covered the entire sofa, and the man who was napping was wearing only a pure white shirt. It was because the white shirt couldn't cover the muscles on his shoulders and arms that Mo Cangsang, a little gangster who had been in the east gate of the school for three or four years, felt that he was not easy to mess with.

Fortunately, there were a few computers in the lounge, and Mo Cangsang happily sat down. Dismantle the original mouse, replace it with your own, and adjust the brightness of the display screen, Mo Cangsang is ready to play WOW for several hours until the end of the drinking party.

Who knew that when he was playing with love and swearing, the man lying on the sofa on his side suddenly woke up.

Inexplicably, Mo Cangsang was frightened and silenced by his action of getting up.

The man on the couch sat up, his head lowered and barely lifted up with the support of his hands. is so abrupt, a handsome face that makes people sigh secretly appeared in Mo Cangsang's sight. It is also unconsciously breathless.

On the computer screen, the purple light was raised and blood flowed, **oss was so miserable that he lay down in a pool of blood, and a lot of golden treasure chests and treasures popped out of his stomach. Mo Cangsang's gaze skipped directly from the screen and was fixed on the side of the sofa.

The friends of the second generation of coal are either coal diggers or coal towers, and the local climate is dry all year round, all of them grow black and yellow, and yellow and black. Regardless of facial features, the appearance of the second generation of coal of one color. The friends who corresponded with Mo Cangsang were especially black, and they were very proud and proud. It's so dark that it can be compared to the African people, but they all retain the confidence that they have wheat-colored skin.

Mo Cangsitudes in the era of gangsters was the first time to see a man who was fair-skinned and clean like this, but did not show a trace of milk. This kind of shock is like drinking fresh milk for decades and suddenly discovering that there is yogurt in the world.

Even more shocking was what the man said to him: "Don't you feel stupid to be pinned in the corner by an MMORPG from morning till night?" โ€

Don't you think you're stupid?

Are you stupid?

Is it stupid?

Mo Cangsang, who had always believed in his cleverness, was stunned in an instant.

The average IQ of Chinese is more than 100 and 00, and their own IQ is measured to exceed 13. From childhood to adulthood, he has been a bully among gangsters and a gangster among scholars, and when he encounters problems, he either solves them with his brain or with money, and there is never a hurdle that he can't get over.

It was the first time that he was called stupid when he was so big, and Mo Cangsang couldn't bear it: "WOW is not a simple MMORPG, it is also ACT, โ–กโ–กG, FTG, LVG"

The eldest brother sitting on the sofa stood up, put on his coat, and interrupted him directly: "I didn't say that WOW is bad, I'm talking about you." What's your name? โ€

If you don't change your name, you don't change your surname, Mo Cangsang at that time didn't know what it meant to be low-key: "Lao Tzu's name is Hua Nan, and Lao Tzu's father is the boss of Daxing Coal." โ€

"Well, Hua Nan is it?" The eldest brother who was dressed was dressed in an aristocratic demeanor, and his actions when he opened the door looked different from others, "Set yourself a goal." If you don't have a goal, even if you have coal mines in Shandong, Shanxi, Henan, and Hebei provinces, let alone the real world, there will be no trace of you in the virtual world. โ€

A simple sentence directly poked into Mo Cangsang's young heart.

He was like an arid farmland, waiting for a spring rain after the thunder. On weekdays, no matter how much others say, they can't listen to their hearts, who would have thought that even Kaifeng would say a breeze

Stimulated him to break through the ground **.

When I met this eldest brother many years later, Mo Cangsang actually had mixed feelings.

But even Kaifeng didn't feel it at all, and said bluntly: "I met your father last month, and I heard that you are fooling around in Shanghai now." โ€

Mo Cangsang blushed: "I didn't." โ€

Dafang coughed secretly, and Mo Cangsang immediately reacted and corrected: "I am dedicated to the development of China's wedding career. Where's the fool? โ€

Lian Kaifeng couldn't believe it: "Heling is your colleague?" โ€

Mo Cangsang: "It's my boss." โ€

Lian Kaifeng still couldn't believe it: "Didn't you work in Hongkou?" โ€

"We came out and went it alone." Dafang brought a glass of water, and by the way, turned out the video of the dentist and the female reporter's marriage, and broadcast it to Lian Kaifeng.

At the jubilant Chinese wedding, the groom, at the instigation of the host, put a stethoscope on the bride's murder weapon in front of the public to listen to his heart, and the guests were full of foul noise.

generously divided the joy: "How is it, we did a good job at the wedding, right?" โ€

Lian Kaifeng: ""

Fans see idols in the bachelor apartment, and aunts see aunts in Yangzhou vegetable markets.

He Qingyang's mother is famous in the Fairy Temple in Jiangdu District, Yangzhou City, and she is a more useful store than the speech of the aunt of the neighborhood committee. Because he has a wonderful son, he is held by someone wherever he goes, and when he goes to a vegetable market, someone helps carry the basket.

However, in recent years, her son has become older and older, but Aunt Wang has not been able to report her grandson for a long time, and she is very sad.

Today, I was buying potatoes in the vegetable market, and I was touched by the aunt of the dog walking group who was doing well.

"He, Sister Wang, did you talk about your girlfriend in Qingyang?"

Aunt Wang first snorted twice without laughing, and then complained: "My son is too busy, and he has gone to the United States for a meeting recently without knowing what to do." I don't know what to do with him. โ€

Aunt Cheng picked up a roll of old green onions and threw it into Aunt Wang's cloth pocket, and said enviously: "You can't blame your Qingyang for being ambitious, you can only blame him for being too good." I've looked around, but I can't see a girl worthy of your Qingyang. โ€

If she was standing next to her, she couldn't help but sneer.

Aunt Wang was indirectly slapped on the back, and the frizziness in her heart was also smoothed out, and she said with a smile: "I can't say that, it's our Qingyang who is too slow to start, and all the good girls are married." โ€

Good thing, Aunt suddenly had an idea and thought of something.

"Sister Wang, have you heard of Weiqi Group?"

"I've heard of it, it seems to be a listed company, right? What's wrong? โ€

Aunt Xinghao was very excited and said: "The chairman of Weiqi Group has a girl who is good-looking and highly educated, and I look at it as a good match for your Qingyang." โ€

Aunt Wang listened to this introduction, first thought of her son's stinky temper and hesitated, and then she didn't know what to be inspired by, so she put down the shelf and asked: "Why is there still a girl in his family?" Will? โ€

"Where is it," Aunt Good Things shook her hand and exaggerated, "The girl is good, you haven't seen it." I heard from her relatives that this girl is the same as your Qingyang, she is career-minded, and she has been developing outside all these years, so she has been delayed until now. After she went home last year, most of them wanted to marry her home, but no one looked at her. I think, if your Qingyang is willing, she will definitely be willing. โ€

Aunt Wang was quite happy when she heard this, thinking that the girl from Weiqi Group would marry her son. Not to mention the rest, the lintel is the best match.

Seeing that Aunt Wang did not object, Aunt Wang said enthusiastically: "Then go back and ask your Qingyang, if he is willing, my old nerve is willing to help them pull the red line." โ€

Aunt Wang thought about it again and again, and finally nodded: "Okay, I'm sorry for you." โ€

"No, no."

Seeing He Qingyang walking out of the vegetable market with a smile, Xiaofang, who had just finished solving Wang Jie, walked out from behind the tall roast duck box. Wearing a pair of big sunglasses, he calmly stood in the quietest corner of the market.

The good thing aunt looked for a long time before she saw her, and came over to greet her: "It's done, girl." โ€

Xiao Fang said "um", and without saying a word, she took out a full red envelope from her pocket and stuffed it.

"Then I'll let you know when you go?" It's a good thing that the aunt is happy to take the red envelope.

"Okay, keep in touch."