Chapter 953

Song Nan's tomb quit his job at the construction site, and by the way, it also blacked out song Yikai's phone.

Now his brother is nagging in his ear. He is tired!

"Jiangbeize, I advise you to call me back quickly, or I will catch you and kill you!"

Another call was transferred to voicemail. Song Nan's tomb said he would go to the bar. It's better to be alone than many people.

He was sitting on a remote sofa with a cigarette in his mouth. The bar was wild. He was in a good position, half bright and half dark. Song Nan's tomb put an arm on the back of the sofa and puffed.

There were only two kinds of smoke in the tomb of Southern Song Dynasty.

Jinqiao mint, and Suyan.

He is the kind of person who needs face twice as much as he wants. He has to be tall and generous to smoke. Otherwise, people ask him, "what kind of cigarettes do you smoke?"

He said, "the golden dragon!"

What's the price?

It's like from childhood, people say the name song nanyo is better than song Yikai. He is happy.

He thought jiangbeize was also a good name. Although people said jiangbeiyuan was a good name, he thought the three words "jiangbeize" were very right!

I smoked two cigarettes of Suzhou. They all smelled of smoke. My eyes were a little turbid.

Suddenly there were two men sitting opposite.

Five big and three thick men in black wear dark black sunglasses.

One of them put a glass of wine in front of the tomb of Southern Song Dynasty and raised his hand to ask him to drink it.

Song Nan's tomb blew a smoke ring and blew it on the man's face. "Did you put the medicine?"

The man coughed from the smoke and didn't speak.

"Dumb?"

As soon as the voice fell, the shoulders were held down by two people.

Behind him stood two men of the same size, dressed in black suits and expressionless like robots.

"What do you mean?"

Song Nan tomb began to feel wrong.

This bar is rumored to be a bit messy, but chaos is also aimed at those drunken women. A big old man of his is sitting here safely. There are several people standing in front of him and behind him, just like kidnapping.

The tomb of Southern Song Dynasty has been practiced before. Seeing that the appearance is not right, the backhand clasps the arm of the man at the left rear, and the action is sharp and one falls over the shoulder. The other three people go on the tomb together. The tomb of Southern Song Dynasty directly kicks one of them in the stomach.

"What's the matter? Do you like my beauty?"

“……” All three of them did not speak and rushed to the tomb of Southern Song Dynasty.

All of them were heavyweights. The tomb of the south of the Song Dynasty managed to deal with three by themselves. I don't know when the fourth one got up from the ground. He held the tomb of the south of the Song Dynasty directly from behind.

It was like being locked. Song Nan's tomb couldn't move. Two people handcuffed him and the other tied a rope to him.

Song Nan tomb: "who sent you?"

No one speaks.

Everyone tacit, and coincidentally keep silent.

Song Nan's tomb was loaded with a black jeep, which drove to a private tea house. Three people pushed him in.

There is a man standing in the hall.

He was tall, strong and about 30 years old. He didn't know the tomb of Southern Song Dynasty.

"Chief, you have been brought."

One of the men in black finally opened his mouth, "boss, we are all doing business, not talking."

The man waved to let them go, then untied the handcuffs of Song Nan's tomb and wanted to shake hands with him.

"Boy, introduce yourself, Xu kuangjie."

"I don't know."

Song Nan's tomb rubbed his wrist and found a sofa to sit down.

Xu Kuang Jie turned to sit down opposite him, raised his wrist and looked at his watch. "OK, Jiangbei yuan is coming. Then you two can talk."

"What? So I was kidnapped by jiangbeiyuan? "

"Kidnap a fart, he let me bring you here, I just use my own way."

By implication, jiangbeiyuan can't do kidnapping. He, Xu kuangjie, can do it!

He is such a simple, rough and powerful man!

Song Nan tomb didn't speak, his eyebrows and eyes covered with a layer of sadness, I don't know who I think of, what I think of.

Xu Kuang Jie saw that there was a cigarette box in his open pocket. He took it and ordered a cigarette. "Do you still smoke Suzhou cigarettes, kid?"

"Is there a problem? I'm an adult. "

"What's the twenties?"

“……” The tomb of Southern Song Dynasty was silent. It was just in its early twenties, but it was not in its twenties.

Xu Guangjie rubbed his forehead and said, "I'll ask, can I pull you back from the right way now?"

"I've been on the right track, you don't understand."

"When I was your age, I read by myself and entered the company. That's the right way."

"Che, you are a grandson."

Xu Guangjie:???

"What did you tell him to do so much?"

Jiangbeiyuan came here. He drove by himself, holding the car key in his hand, wearing a gray coat and a high-grade customized fabric, which set off his extraordinary temperament.Xu Kuang Jie stood up and said, "people have brought you. I'm leaving."

Jiangbeiyuan sits down in xukuangjie's position.

The nose and hair of tomb in Southern Song Dynasty were sour.

In fact, jiangbeiyuan and jiangbeize are similar in some outlines. After all, they are the same father. Looking at jiangbeiyuan like this, he thought of the man. He didn't know where he was now. How was his life? His heart ached.

Song Nan's tomb wanted to light a cigarette, but he saw a frown on the man's face.

He forgot who said that. After jiangbeiyuan got married, he could not see the smell of smoke. Then he gave up, smiled twice, and put his hand back.

"Brother."

Song Nan's tomb is very discerning, and he thinks jiangbeiyuan is very good without deliberately courting. He promised him not to interfere in his and jiangbeize's affairs. In this respect, he is very grateful to jiangbeiyuan. His brother is better than his brother.

Jiang Beiyuan made a sound and took out a card from his pocket and pushed it.

"You know why you don't have the guts now?"

"Why?"

"Because you don't have money."

“……” The tomb in the south of Song Dynasty is the default.

He really has no money, no identity, no background, no family.

Jiang Beiyuan: "there are 20 million in this card. If you borrow it, how to operate it is up to you. I want 30 million in five years."

The heart of the tomb in Southern Song Dynasty moved fiercely!

In fact, he wants to start a business, but it needs money and liquidity. He wants to go to the bank for loans. He is young now and has no guarantor. The bank will not lend him too much money.

So Song Nan's tomb thought, first find a job to work steadily for a few years, save some money and then start a business. Now jiangbeiyuan has opened a channel for him. This man is really good at killing hearts.

Song Nan's tomb took the card and frowned, "thank you."

"As for your brother, he's my assistant and I'm his boss. I don't have the right to kidnap him morally in public or private. You still have to do it yourself."

"I know that I didn't plan to let you, including Beize, interfere in the private affairs of our brothers, especially Beize. He is innocent."

Jiangbeiyuan nodded lightly.

"Settle it as soon as possible. My daughter-in-law knows about you and worries about you. I don't want to see her sad."

“…… Oh. "

Song Nan's tomb suddenly felt that the bank card in his hand had changed its flavor.

How can it not be sour.

"Calm down and plan for the future before you go to him."

Jiangbeiyuan left a list of addresses and then left.

Song Nan's tomb was filled with emotion. Knowing that it was jiangbeize's current address, he tried to resist the urge to rush to find him immediately. He trembled and wrapped the bank card with a note, then put it in his pocket.

"Thank you."

He added to the back of jiangbeiyuan, which had been far away.

……

"This is my plan for the future. I will give you 10 million yuan in one year and 30 million yuan in five years."

Song Nan tomb said to song Yikai.

Song Yikai looks at the whole piece of paper and draws a full and clear vision of the future. He doesn't feel like it.

In my own impression, when did my brother conceive the future like this?

When he finished his homework, he went out to play. He didn't like being constrained or being forced to study. In his youth, Song Nan tomb lived one day, enjoying himself in time, which was his goal.

"Brother, I know that muddy city can't accept us. I don't want to change the worldly view. I don't want to live in muddy city in the future. I'm not happy. I hope you can agree."

"Alas Do you think it's good to marry a girl and have a baby? "

"Brother, do you remember that my high school suddenly began to study hard?"

Said the tomb in Southern Song Dynasty.

"He is a driving force for me to be in the distance, so I am now. Otherwise, song Nanye should still be eating and drinking. Do you like me like this? Married a person who does not love, unhappy, barely hook up the corner of the mouth and smile life, do you like my life like this? What's more, is this fair to other girls? I don't love her. She'll take the marriage I don't love. "

“……”

Song Yikai said nothing.

It can be seen that song Yikai was still touched in his heart, not as tough as before.

The tomb of Southern Song Dynasty looks at Song Yikai. It seems that he grew up overnight. His sharp eyebrows and eyes are more mature and restrained.

"Brother, I say I'm sorry to you, not because I fell in love with someone I shouldn't love, but because I can't be loyal to you the way you want me to be. You want me to stay in muddy city and see me all the time. I know you want me to have a safe life. In this respect, I promise you that I will have a safe and happy life."

Song Yikai purses his lips

"Entrepreneurship is not so simple. Many people fail to start their own businesses.""I know that even if I fail, I have failed plans. I will not let the 20 million be wasted in vain. It will be very hard in the future. For the other half, I should shoulder this responsibility and responsibility."

Song Yikai's tears fell.

He didn't know why he was crying.

Once upon a time, he had educated his younger brother many times to be a responsible man, but he would not listen.

The shadow of his childhood parents brought him so much trauma that he was used to hanging around. He was used to being alone, selfish and indifferent to other people's feelings.

Song Yikai has no way to deal with him. Because of his parents, he owes a lot to the tomb in Southern Song Dynasty, so he always dotes on him.

Now, another person teaches him to grow up and the responsibility and responsibility of a man. He will grow into a better and stronger person in the future, because there is a light in his heart to support him, which is the driving force for him to move forward.

If the light is gone, love is gone, hope is gone, motivation is gone.

So, is there any significance for the future struggle?

He will turn back to that mediocre, decadent, uneducated tomb in Southern Song Dynasty.

A boy who can change his name to "Tomb". What else can he do?

Song Yikai cried and suddenly went into the bedroom without saying a word.

Song Nan tomb didn't know what he was going to do.

Wait until song Yikai comes out, with a bank card in his hand, and give it to Song Nan's tomb.

"Your brother and I, the assistant to the president, have made a lot of money in recent years. There are 10 million yuan in it. Plus what my boss gave you, 30 million yuan is not enough?"

Song Nan's tomb grinned and caught song Yikai's neck.

"You see, before you are 30, your brother must be a tycoon. Let's not talk about the top 100 in the world. I have that confidence in the top 500. Then I will dig your corner and you will be my assistant!"

"Go to one side, where can I find a brother as an assistant to my brother?"

"I'll pay you twice as much. I don't believe you won't come!" The tomb of Southern Song Dynasty vowed that the young people's spirit and dreams were brave to fight, so their eyebrows and eyes were shining with charming brilliance.

Song Yikai laughs, "Stinky boy, wait for you to enter the top 500!"

Song Nan tomb also laughed.

Guarantee with song Yikai, he will be a great master in the future!

……

"Nanshan south, Beihai north, Beihai tombstone..."

Surrounded by the old song in the cafe, jiangbeize, who originally wanted to leave, sat down again and listened to it for a long time before leaving.

Outside, the sun was already setting, orange and red. The sunset was as bright as fire, which made his eyes red.

Passing by a convenience store, he walked past and came back. After entering, he wandered in the column of selling cigarettes and looked up at the unknown names on it.

The waiter saw that he was handsome, came over and asked him what he needed with a flattering smile.

Jiangbeize: "I want this, Jinqiao."

"Do you usually smoke this brand?" Asked the waiter.

"No, I don't smoke. It's a nice name."

“……”

The waiter smiled and took the golden bridge down for him. He was a good boy.

"Do you want this? Then I'll check you out? "

"Take this again, Suyan."

"Are you sure?"

“…… Well, the name sounds good. "

The waiter is happy again.

Good boy, you can buy cigarettes by name, no matter how strong you are!

After settling the account and going out, jiangbeize turned back again, "sister, do you want to buy a lighter?"

The waiter chuckled at the table, "or will it ignite in your pocket? Where did you cross from? I don't think you look like our Licheng people. "

"No..."

Jiang Beize left shyly. He didn't have a good time to get a lighter.

There are two boxes of cigarettes in his pocket, and then he aims at a boy of his own age standing at the street corner, smoking.

He went over to ask for a lighter.

The other side looks at him like a charlatan

"Boy, what's the matter?"

"Tut Tut, you look white and tender, have you had a plastic surgery?"

What does a boy look like? He grew up like this.

Jiangbeize doesn't want to take care of him. He turns around to leave. This man stops him, holds jiangbeize's shoulder, bends down, lights the smoke in jiangbeize's hand with the smoke in his mouth.

This is the legendary borrowing fire.

Just haven't waited to light, behind a strong way to throw the boy out, a fist directly hit the past.

"You don't want to see who this is. Where are your hands?"

Familiar voice, Jiangbei Ze whole Mongolia circle.

From his point of view, the eyes can reach the red ears of the tomb in Southern Song Dynasty, but the eyes are clear and cold.The boy was not a vegetarian. He got a punch from the tomb of Southern Song Dynasty and gave him a punch. For fear that the two would fight, jiangbeize stuffed several hundred yuan into the boy's pocket and took the tomb of Southern Song Dynasty and left.

Pull him to the corner, and he let him go.

"How do you know I'm here?"

"Are you stupid!"

Song Nan tomb gave him a chestnut.

"The two of us get punched and even. What do you give him back? There's no place to spend money, is there? The losers are the same. "

"I'm afraid you're hurt. You work at the construction site every day. Your shoulders hurt a lot. What about fighting and getting hurt?"

"I don't work there for a long time. I'll make a lot of money and start a company!"

Jiangbei Ze doesn't believe it. He wants to ask something else. Song Nan's tomb plays his head hard.

"If you don't talk about this, I've sent you so many voices, haven't you heard?!"

“…… Yes. "

"Why don't you reply?"

“…… Don't want to reply. "

"It's insulting to say you're stupid. You're stupid. You're stupid to death. Who specifically asked you to block my gun? I mean, I'm here. What can you do? Think you are Nezha's three heads and six arms, aren't you

"Just because it's your family, I can't care. I don't want to see you sad and embarrassed." Jiangbeize's eyes are red.

"Yes, just like family is very important to you, family is also very important to me. We can't ignore the feelings of family, but you, jiangbeize, are also very important to me."

Song Nan's tomb looked into his eyes.

He is a head taller than jiangbeize. He is used to looking down at him and protecting him, just like his brother protecting his brother. He wants jiangbeize to rely on him.

"I have solved everything in muddy city. My brother has agreed. Your second brother also gave me money to start my own business. I said it will be hard to go in the future. It's more difficult than the future. You left. We gave up."

“……”

Jiangbeize lowered his head and didn't speak.

Song Nan's tomb scratched his head. If he didn't move, he scratched twice and three times.

Jiangbei Ze is ticklish. He scratched his scratched nest until he spoke.

Until jiangbeize finally begged for mercy, "your brother really agreed? What did you tell him? "

"I've worn my lips all night to persuade you. You can see if my mouth is broken when you go home later."

"What home? Who's going home with you. "

Jiangbeize is going forward on its own.

Song Nan's long legs and feet followed him and hooked his neck.

"If you don't want to go back to Yuncheng, we won't go back. It's easy to be upset. It's good here. No one knows us. Anyway, wherever you go, I will go."

"I'll go to the cesspit. Will you follow me to the cesspit?"

"Ha, you'd like to be a dung beetle. I'll just be a dung ball!"

A word made jiangbeize laugh.

These days, his heart drifted, and now he found a sense of belonging again.

They talked and laughed and walked back. No one saw a thin white figure around the corne