A gentle female voice came from the other end of the phone, Zhao Guangming rubbed his messy hair and replied.
"Ah yes, I..."
"To your uncle!"
After a burst of noise, the gentle female voice turned into the voice of a young man, who seemed very excited.
"Zhao Guangming, what do you mean? Ah? He sent me money out of nowhere and blocked my phone number?"
Wang Jin held the passerby's cell phone in his hand and shouted at Zhao Guangming on the other end of the phone.
"What the hell are you yelling at? I've given you all the money I've saved for years to get a wife, and you're yelling at me?"
"call--"
Taking a deep breath, Wang Jin calmed down, and then his tone softened a lot.
"I have something to ask you. Come out and meet."
Forty minutes later, in a small noodle shop.
"Boss, two bowls of clear noodle soup. If he grows taller, add a braised egg."
Zhao Guangming said to the female boss while adjusting his torn and deformed collar. Behind him was Wang Jin who looked unhappy.
After a while, two steaming bowls of noodles were placed in front of the two of them.
"Eat."
Zhao Guangming smiled and pushed the bowl with braised eggs in front of Wang Jin.
"snort."
Wang Jin groaned and ate the noodles that had just come out of the pot with a hissing sound.
"I still say the same thing, I can't ask for your money."
Wang Jin took out a bank card from his pocket while slurping the noodles.
"I don't get reward for my merits, and I'm not so depressed that I have to rely on charity from others."
"Crack!"
Zhao Guangming took a bite of garlic, took a big mouthful of noodles, and then said.
"That's really what a high school student would say."
"I checked on you. Your grades have always been good. Unfortunately, your mother has been in poor health, and your sister suddenly fell ill. I was in a hurry for money, so I temporarily suspended school. I lent you this money, how about it?"
Wang Jin ignored Zhao Guangming's careless suggestion, but sighed and then spoke.
"I've also checked on you. Your clothes are all street stall goods worth tens of yuan, and you smoke low-quality cigarettes that cost a few yuan. You are still an old bachelor in your thirties and forties. You like to meddle in other people's business, so you can't save money.
, and also, you like that female boss."
"Uh-huh?"
Zhao Guangming nodded while listening to Wang Jin's words. When he heard the last sentence, his eyes suddenly widened, and then he quickly reached out to cover Wang Jin's mouth, his eyes drifting to the counter from time to time.
After realizing that the female boss didn't notice him, Zhao Guangming carefully let go of his hand.
"How do you know this? You can't possibly find out my information?"
"I'm not blind, your eyeballs are about to fall off other people's bodies."
"You kid, don't act stupid! I'm talking about the previous ones!"
"Just observe."
Wang Jin ignored Zhao Guangming and continued eating noodles.
Zhao Guangming touched the stubble on his beard and patted Wang Jin on the shoulder with a smile.
"Tsk tsk, you kid can do it. But if you don't have enough money, put it first. I really don't recommend you join this company."
"That doesn't matter. Even if I want to join your company, you may not be able to hire me."
Wang Jin waved his hand. He came to Zhao Guangming this time just to pay back the money.
"Ding-ding-ding-ding-"
Before Zhao Guangming could speak, Wang Jin's cell phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Hello, Wang Jin. I am Zhang Yi from Ping An Company. You have been admitted. Please report at one o'clock this afternoon."
"Dudududu..."
Before Wang Jin could react, the call was hung up.
"The voice of the man with glasses."
Wang Jin raised his head and looked at Zhao Guangming, who was pressing his temples hard.
"His name is Zhang Yi, my partner."
"As you can see, you have been admitted, and I am here just to stop you."
"Stop...me? What do you mean?"
"Literally, let's sit here and I'll serve you delicious food. As long as I'm here, you won't be able to leave this noodle shop before tonight."
"Why should I listen to you?"
Wang Jin threw his bank card on the table, then stood up to leave.
"Bang!"
Before Wang Jin could even take a step forward, Zhao Guangming kicked him in the stomach, causing him to fall back onto his chair.
"I'll blanch you uncle, Zhao Guangming, are you serious about it..."
Wang Jin huddled up in a ball on the chair, clutching his stomach, his facial features slightly deformed due to pain.
"Ah? Did I strike too hard?"
Zhao Guangming looked at Wang Jin, scratched his messy hair, and then knelt down to check Wang Jin's condition.
The moment he approached, the crouched Wang Jin stretched out his hands like lightning and strangled Zhao Guangming's neck!
"I have practiced martial arts!"
Zhao Guangming was caught off guard as his thin body burst out with surprising strength.
Wang Jin strangled Zhao Guangming's neck tightly and refused to let go. The two of them rolled to the ground. Zhao Guangming struggled frantically and punched Wang Jin in the nose with his backhand.
Wang Jin's nose was sore from being beaten, and the strength in his hand instantly decreased a bit. Zhao Guangming took the opportunity to break free, panting at the side.
"Cough cough cough!"
The nosebleed filled his trachea, and Wang Jin coughed hard.
"You kid...this is not something you can develop after practicing Sanda for two years."
Zhao Guangming squinted his eyes and looked at Wang Jin as if meeting him for the first time.
Wang Jin did not respond to Zhao Guangming, but smiled and said.
"I've been paying attention to two things since just now."
The first one, we both started fighting in someone’s store, why didn’t the lady boss react at all?”
Wang Jin wiped the nosebleed from his face and looked at Zhao Guangming's left hand behind his back.
"Second, what is that thing you are holding in your hand?"
"Ha, do you think it's possible for me to tell you?"
Zhao Guangming's face had just recovered from the purple color caused by suffocation. He was gasping for air, but his body was still blocking the exit.
"Then guess what I'm holding in my left hand?"
Wang Jin smiled, and his left hand was behind his back at some point.
"Guess?"
"you..."
Zhao Guangming laughed twice and was about to speak when Wang Jin interrupted him.
"No need to guess, I'll tell you."
While Wang Jin was speaking, his body was already moving. His left hand behind his back struck Zhao Guangming's face fiercely!
It was a porcelain bowl, with half a bowl of noodle soup inside.
"Fuck!"
Zhao Guangming was splashed with face, but he stretched out his hands to block the porcelain bowl. The porcelain bowl flew up and shattered the incandescent lamp above the two of them. In the darkness, the light in Zhao Guangming's hand could no longer be illuminated.
cover.
That's a lighter.
It’s a disposable lighter that costs 50 cents each in the supermarket. Sometimes the boss will give you a lighter if you buy two packs of cigarettes.
But this lighter was tightly held in Zhao Guangming's hand, and he did not let go even if it was splashed all over his face.
"Hey, it seems the problem lies with this lighter."
Wang Jin did not continue to pursue, but turned around and sat back in his chair.
"Come on, tell me about Ping An Company. I have long felt that something is wrong with it. What if I don't want to go after you tell me?"
Wang Jin wiped the nosebleed on his face, and Zhao Guangming did not take any further action. Instead, he sighed and sat across from Wang Jin.
"Alas...employees are strictly prohibited from talking about the company in private."
"But the lighter is also used, so I can say some things that are inconvenient for me to say outside."
Zhao Guangming put the lighter on the table, but still pressed the lighter switch with his fingers to prevent it from going out.
"Outside? What do you mean?"
"Ghost story m-01-02, ghost blows out the lamp. When the lighter is lit, it will turn the space covered by the fire into a state that cannot be observed by outsiders. It is a man-made gadget."