Chapter 111

"Brother Yan, why don't you ask me if I did Wang Yang's death?"

Li futu quickly returns a cup, and then looks at Yan Dong who has never mentioned the case from the beginning to the end.

Yan Donglai put down his glass and said with a free and easy smile, "if brother Li is willing to speak, he will naturally open his mouth. Why should I ask more questions?"

Li futu was silent, then filled their glasses with wine again, but he didn't raise his glass in a hurry.

Looking at the exquisite dishes in front of him, he calmly said: "brother Yan, why do you spare no effort to help me?"

"To be good to others is to be good to yourself."

Yan Donglai held the glass and said slowly, "why not help myself? I've always wanted to deal with the Wang family, but I'm worried about some things, and I haven't done it yet. Brother Li helped me indirectly. "

Li futu didn't ask any more. He touched the glass with Yan Donglai with a faint smile. He believes that Yan Donglai's reason for helping him can't be as simple as he said, but interpersonal communication can never be without purpose. Anyway, at least so far, Yan Donglai has no malice to him.

After eating a piece of Qingjiang fish, Yan Donglai put down his chopsticks and said with emotion: "the fate of human beings is really wonderful. In other words, a few decades ago, how did Yan Donglai think that one day he could sit in the top club in the East China Sea and push cups with people to change cups..."

Li futu felt it with a smile. When he talked about the incomprehensibility of fate, it was estimated that no one could feel it more deeply than him.

He poured himself a glass of wine and met with Li futu. Yan Donglai, who is now dominating the party, still drank it in a bold way. After wiping the corner of his mouth, he laughed at Li futu: "brother Li, are you interested in listening to my story?"

Li Fu Tu lowered his head and sipped his wine, nodded silently, with a posture of listening attentively.

"I was born in a depressed mountain village in Northwest China. It's not worth showing off to describe my hometown as depressed, but that's the truth. When I went to school, from primary school to junior high school, I had to walk no less than 20 kilometers on the mountain road every day. Maybe the foundation of my body was laid down by the more mountain roads at that time. "

Yan Dong came to the vicissitudes of life with a smile: "from primary school to high school, he gritted his teeth all the way. Most of the children of my age left school in primary school or junior high school. There's no way. Which parents are stupid? Who doesn't know the way out is to let children read more books? But my family is poor. I can't make up enough money for my tuition. If I let my children continue to study, I can starve to death. I'm a lucky one. My family condition is not good, but my father is notoriously stubborn. My mother, who supports my lower body and is disabled, would rather go to the city to sell blood than make up for my tuition. How many years ago? It'll be a dime. It's really mixed with sweat and blood. Who dares to be lazy in such an environment? Holding a book, I want to eat it. "

Yan Donglai's tone is not urgent, speaking of the past which seems heavy on anyone, but his face is always with a slight smile.

A man of this age, who has not died and has no disability, is now in glory. After ups and downs, his mentality is not much softer than steel, is it?

He took out his bag and the world, lit one, then threw it to Li futu, and then continued: "when I graduated from senior high school, I waited until the notice of Northwest University. People in the whole village were envious and envious. Also, I was an ordinary child. My father was a farmer facing loess, and my mother was still paralyzed in bed all the year round. Why did I become the only college student in the village ？ Do you know what it's like to be proud? That's probably the most proud time in my life. I feel really cool. In 1985, when I got the admission notice, I was faced with a tuition fee of more than 300 yuan. At that time, I vowed to work in the city during the holidays. Anyway, I had to make up all these tuition fees. For this reason, my father asked the whole village to borrow money. At that time, more than 300 yuan was not a small amount. How could I make up all these tuition fees? In the end, I didn't even get half of it, but it doesn't matter. Anyway, I'm going to work in the city during the summer vacation. If I do more, I can always get the tuition together, right? "

Yan Donglai suddenly asked Li futu, holding the cigarette and grinning.

Quietly listening to Yan Dong's old story, Li futu nodded slightly and said nothing.

Yan Donglai pulled at the corner of his mouth, put out half of the smoke in the ashtray and said calmly, "but just a few days after I got the admission notice, my mother died. Suicide. Because of a reason that makes city people feel ridiculous: she is afraid that because of her own body, she will drag down her son who is admitted to university. Ha, what am I? What's the right to say she did it right or wrong? But this feeling, I remember, but I'm afraid I can't pay it back in my life. At that time, when I was 20 years old, I was in silence on the day of my funeral. My father put more than 100 yuan of tuition money he borrowed into my bag, weeping and trying hard to kick me out of the house. I didn't feel any pain on the mountain road of more than 20 kilometers, but it was just a pain Think of him, the old man kicked me all the way, will you be tired? When I got on the bus, my father, who didn't speak all the way, held me on the shoulder with a hoarse voice and told me not to be sorry to my mother. Then I turned around and left. At that meeting, I swore that when I really had a future, I would spend a lot of money to build a respectable grave for her. ""In those two months, I scraped together enough tuition to report by myself. For the next three years, I supported myself. As a senior, I started my own business with all my savings. My business grew from small to big. I got the first bucket of money in 1988. When I got married in 1990, brother Li, how much money do you think I had?"

Yan Donglai narrowed his eyes slightly and asked softly, but without waiting for the opposite Li futu to give an answer, he waved his hand. He was calm and powerful. He threw his hand with a loud voice, and said with undisguised pride: "eight million, isn't it very powerful?"

Li futu raised the corner of his mouth slightly. He didn't know whether it was alcohol residue or what, but he felt bitter.

Yan Donglai's story is really not a good one. He nodded silently and sighed in his heart. In 1990, when he was still paying attention to ten thousand yuan households, he had a fortune of more than eight million.

"After the big rise, there is the big fall, the eternal law. Just when I set aside 600000 yuan to send someone to build a beautiful tomb for my mother, I was betrayed for the first time in my life. In the second year of marriage, my wife, who had been secretly in love with her for several years in college, worked with others inside and outside, carefully made a condom to hold me firmly, and almost swept away all my things overnight. In 1993, I was about the same age as you are now. I tried to commit suicide for countless times, but I finally put up with it, because I was afraid that I would have no face to face my mother who committed suicide for me. "

Yan Donglai said slowly, his tone was not sad, but there was a kind of heavy sadness that people could not breathe.

The bottle of Louis XIII had been killed by himself before he knew it. The powerful man in the East China Sea turned red, but he couldn't stop his story. He looked at Li futu, who wanted to talk but stopped, and said with a smile: "brother Li, I think you are very strange. Why don't you find a daughter-in-law now, with my present status?"

This time, without Li futu's reply, Yan Donglai suddenly enlarged his laughter and gave the answer himself.

"Because I'm disabled, I have only one kidney, kidney deficiency."

"At that time, selling kidneys was the only way I could think of to make a comeback. How funny? But I want revenge! This is ridiculous human nature. A kidney is worth 200000 yuan. In 1998, when I really made a comeback and found the woman who betrayed me in Kyoto, I immediately began to retaliate without hesitation. You can't imagine the result afterwards, or is it tragic? So it's a good thing to remember old love, but it's not all good. At that time, I met my noble man, the dog man and woman who were so powerful that I almost had to despair. At his command, all the industries almost disappeared in an instant. Do you know what I felt at that time? At that time, I felt that even if the noble man took my humble life at that time, he could smile and close his eyes. But my humble life is certainly not so valuable. The noble paid so much for me. How can I repay this kindness with my life. So over the years, I have been climbing up regardless of everything, in order to repay the kindness of that year. "

Yan Donglai suddenly gave himself a mouthful of wine. Maybe it was because he drank too much. He was choked and coughed. He wiped the corner of his mouth and his eyes were scarlet. "Brother Li, don't look at my appearance now. I know that many people secretly say that I am a slave and a running dog, but I don't care, really. In this world, I have to admit that sometimes being a dog is better than being a man. "

Li futu took a drink with a calm expression and a sigh in his eyes. He did not expect that Yan Donglai, the king of the East China Sea, had such a heavy past.

The eight thousand mile road is not only full of magnificent clouds and moon, but also full of bitterness and tears.

Yan Dong came to wipe his face, holding the glass, with a slightly drunk face, "sorry, drink too much nonsense, let brother Li laugh."

After listening to the whole story in silence, Li futu gently shakes his head, holds up his glass and stares at this man who has a history far more magnificent than the river and lake. He looks more sincere than ever.

"Brother Yan, here's a toast."

Yan Donglai, who has red eyes and face, laughs and drinks with Li futu.

"To the years."

The sound is clear and crisp, and the scarlet liquid in the cup is rippling slightly, just like the past which is far away but can't be forgotten.