The lead-gray sky has gradually brightened.

Outside the window, various lights went out one after another.

The morning glow gives people the illusion of an infinite extension of sight, as if everything is far away and close at hand.

The earth, which had been asleep all night, began to take on a calm and warm scene, and there was still a trace of dark orange sky, and a flickering plane was slowly passing by.

There seems to be dust of unknown texture floating in the air, frivolous but very textured, and the city is showing the most congested situation of the day on the highway that divides the city into scattered parts, like a convoy of steel torrents moving slowly.

In the living room on the second floor, there is a black walnut coffee table, glasses hanging on the shelves, an oven, a microwave, a large oil painting of the Mona Lisa on the wall, a small balcony, a wood-grain floor, and a soft and wide leather sofa.

After a hangover, the throat is dry and the head is heavy.

Wang Hao yawned long, sat up from the sofa, and kept rubbing his temples.

There was a side of sunlight in the window, white shining through, and his face looked a little hazy, but very clear.

Bang, the bright nosebleed dripped on his hand, and Wang Hao covered his nose and ran to the bathroom.

Drinking too much alcohol, the weather is dry, and it seems to be particularly prone to nosebleeds.

He washed his nose with water, and the red blood was diluted by the water, small, strange swirls. He tilted his head, patted his forehead, and listened to the floor clock next door ringing in a daze.

Bang bang bang –

"Boss, why haven't you gotten up yet, what's the matter with the power outage in the Internet café, and we can't do business anymore?" The fat man shouted at Qin Ze's door.

Qin Ze slept soundly, and when he was in the dream of three hundred rounds of crazy little hooligans, someone knocked on his door. He opened his eyes calmly, depressed beyond words, and in short, he wanted to jump out of bed and strangle the knocker.

"Qin Ze." It is the voice of a fat man.

Qin Ze: "......"

He raised his hand to cover his eyes and let out a long, cloudy breath.

"Qin Ze?"

"I know, I know, don't be noisy, bother Lao Tzu again, Lao Tzu is beating you now believe it or not, you have a loud voice all day long!"

With a plop, like a pillow hitting the door, the fat man scratched his head, knowing that this was getting up, stuck out his tongue and went downstairs again.

Qin Ze stretched out his paws and rubbed his messy short hair, let out a heavy breath in his nose, and then got up and dressed.

"Fatty, what did you call me outside my house just now?"

Qin Ze walked down the stairs from the second floor, looking at the rows of computers downstairs, his fingers crossed together and creaking.

The fat man was cleaning up downstairs, and when he heard the voice, he was frightened, and suddenly a smile appeared on his face: "Qin Ze is ......"

Immediately, a cold light shot from upstairs, and the fat man felt a chill on his neck, and hurriedly changed his words: "Boss, Brother Ze, Brother Qin!" ”

Hearing this, Qin Zecai nodded with satisfaction, slowly leaned on the railing and came down, sat on the sofa at the counter and lifted Erlang's legs: "Come on, little fat man, pour me a cup of coffee first and wait." ”

A big grin.

The fat man put the rag on his hand to his shoulder, stood up and saluted, and said: "Huh-"

The glasses man guarding the counter raised his hand to hold the frame of his glasses, and rolled his eyes at the two: "You two are really drama spirits, you are also fat, are you addicted to playing a eunuch, beware of one day when you really become a eunuch, let you play enough." ”

The fat man pouted his ass and poured coffee powder into the cup and squeezed it: "Go and go, what are you talking about, Brother Ze and I are adjusting the pressure of work after work, if you can't act, just study hard, don't know how to be serious all day long." ”

The man with glasses put down the newspaper in his hand and said earnestly: "I'm not calling this a hypocrisy, this is called calmness, do you understand calm?" Our great leader once said that impulsiveness is the quality of an artist, composure is the quality of a statesman, and decisiveness is the quality of a military strategist. And I am precisely the great person who gathers impulsiveness, composure, and decisiveness. ”

Qin Ze almost couldn't get up in one breath, and lay on the sofa with a smile: "Glasses, glasses, you are a narcissist, one thing in the east and one thing in the west all day long, didn't you mention yesterday that your great Comrade Su Shi once said, 'not one is you, but two is things', why are you changing people today?" ”

The man with glasses picked up the newspaper again to cover his head, and sat down at the counter with a red face and stopped talking.

The fat man took the brewed coffee and put it on the table in front of Qin Ze, and asked, "Hasn't Wang Hao cleaned it up yet?" ”

Qin Ze brought the coffee: "It seems to have a nosebleed, I've been washing on it for a long time, and I should come down in a while." ”

The fat man sighed: "By the way, Brother Ze, there is no electricity in the Internet café so far, do you say it is ......?"

"Yesterday, the sub-district office came to tell me that Panjiayuan was going to repair the line today, so there would be a power outage for a day during the day, and I forgot to tell you." Qin Ze took a sip of coffee.

"It scared me to death, I thought it was the gangs of thugs who cut the wires in order to stir up the business." The fat man breathed a sigh of relief, remembered something again, and some thieves leaned over and asked, "Brother Ze, since you are idle today, why don't you ...... Can you pay me a salary......?"

Qin Ze raised his eyes to look at the fat man's big face that smiled innocently and innocently, honest and simple like an old peasant, and smiled: "Pay wages, ......"

The fat chick nodded vigorously as if pecking rice: "Hehe...... Hey hey ......"

Qin Ze showed two beige teeth at him, "No money." ”

The smile on the fat man's face stopped abruptly, and he became bitter, and shook Qin Ze's sleeve pitifully: "Brother Ze~Brother Ze~"

Qin Ze raised his fingers with a cold face and flicked away the fat man's pig hand, hugged his shoulders and rolled his eyes: "Do your own calculations, how many months of salary have you overdrawn?" ”

The fat man counted with his fingers, and replied with some embarrassment: "Seven...... Eight months of salary ......"

"So, you're thinking about it." Qin Ze said righteously with a straight face.

After drinking coffee for a while, Qin Ze saw that the fat man was still staring at him with a resentful face, like a complaining woman, so he was a little uncomfortable, and he stalemate for a long time, before he reluctantly took out a black card from the wallet in his pocket and threw it on the table, and said painfully: "The password is still six six, and after taking the money, quickly hand it back to Lao Tzu, do you hear?" ”

The fat man grinned happily, and was about to touch the black bank card, when his wrist suddenly hurt, and he was pressed by Qin Ze lifting his leg.

"Brother Ze~ You see that you have given everything, why do you want to regret it?" The fat man struggled hard, and his big ass twisted and shrank.

"What are you doing with your money? Going to stock trading again? Qin Zepi pinched the fat on the fat man's face without smiling, and twisted it again, "Listen, this is the last time you will be paid a salary to speculate in stocks, how much salary have you lost?" If you speculate in stocks, the contract in your life will not expire, and if you don't have that diamond diamond, don't blindly follow the trend to speculate in stocks. ”

The fat man got up and muttered, "It's a big deal, I'll do it for you for the rest of my life, and I'll give you the deed of sale." ”

Qin Ze snapped his fingers, smiled and said: "If you want to stay with me, I can't afford to support you if you can eat so much, and when you are old, I will send you to a nursing home, out of sight, out of mind." ”

"Don't, Brother Ze, how good is our relationship......"

"Go, go, who has a relationship with you." Qin Ze scolded with a smile and let go of the leg that was holding the fat man's wrist.

……

On the outskirts of Kunchuan.

In a long alley, in a simple but elegant courtyard, the color of blue bricks and black cloth tiles.

The courtyard is spacious and the flowers are placed with stones, and a large vat under the pomegranate tree is bubbling with blisters, and if you look closely, you can see that there are goldfish in it. Under the locust tree in the courtyard, there is a bluestone slab supported by marble pillars, which glows leisurely, exuding a rich historical atmosphere like a treasure box of incense, and narrating the old days in the brick cracks and tiles.

In the alley, a row of cars is neatly parked, Bentley, Porsche, Cadillac, the smooth car surface refracts the sunlight to every pedestrian passing by.

At the entrance of the courtyard, several men in black clothes and sunglasses were holding it, with a hard bulge on their waists, and their eyes were vigilantly looking at the surrounding situation.

Inside, the lights were dim, and the walls could not reflect any light, so the lamp above the old man's head could only illuminate a small piece of the ground in front of him.

Xie Jiuye sat in the pillar of light, and the light from top to bottom made his eyes and mouth hide in shadows, and it seemed that there were only three black holes left. In the darkness in front of him, the bald head knelt on the ground, his arms were firmly grasped, his hair was pulled up, his face was raised, and the young man held a piece of bamboo and slapped the bald face hard.

The bald head was dripping with blood from the corners of his mouth, his face was completely swollen like a red ball, and there were only two gaps left in his eyes.

After a few strokes, the young man had to stop, move his neck, wipe his sweat, calm his breathing a little, and wave his hand again until he was tired, and he swayed against the wall, panting as he fanned with a piece of bamboo.

When the young man stood in front of his bald head again, adjusted his posture, and raised the bamboo slices, Xie Jiuye spoke.

"Come back."

The young man turned around, nodded at Xie Jiuye, and threw down the bamboo piece in his hand, with a still straight tunic.

The bald head hung his head and knelt feebly, and if it weren't for someone grabbing his arm, he would have collapsed, blood mixed with saliva running down his swollen mouth, dragging long, hanging like a red ribbon at the corner of his mouth.

"Smack!"

Not far away, a letter was slapped on the table, the coffee table was shaken, and the tea in the purple clay pot almost spilled out.

"Humph! Old man, this is the good thing you did? Sitting on the east side, a man in black asked, with unquenched anger on his face.

"Shut up!"

Xie Jiuye glared angrily, knocked the purple clay pot out, and shattered it on the wall, splashing a pool of steaming tea.

The man in black suddenly fell silent, and the kneeling bald head moved his Adam's apple, but he still didn't dare to explain anything more after all.

"Drag him down and confine him for three months, and he will not be allowed to release him without my permission." Xie Jiuye waved his hand, and the two of them walked in from the outside, dragging the bald head out like a dead dog.

After the bald head was taken out, there was dead silence in the room.

"Ling." The old man looked up at the young man behind him, the man's black tunic outlined the cold handsome face, and the palm print behind him was faintly interrupted, and the aura of slaughter was well concealed in front of the old man.

Mu Yunling is the adopted son of Xie Jiuye, he is very young and very powerful.

"Hmm."

"Go and settle this matter."

The waitress gave the old man a new pot of tea, which was still a delicate purple gold clay pot, and the fragments on the wall were quickly cleaned up.

"Ling knows."

Mu Yunling hugged his hand, and then appeared from behind the old man, took the two Tibetan knives handed by the maid, and strode away.

The people in the hall looked at the ground quietly, without looking up, they didn't want to look at Mu Yunling's bloodthirsty eyes, but when Mu Yunling walked over, he had a feeling of being about to suffocate, that feeling of being on the verge of death.

It's like being stared at by a cobra.

Mu Yunling is a ruthless person, he only listens to the old man.