"This money will be enough for you to spend for a while."
Luo Hui glanced at the leaving BMW Z4. There seemed to be a woman sitting inside. He could only see the side face, but her face was indifferent. Without looking again, he walked towards Zhang Qiang and took out a pack of cigarettes.
Very high-end soft Chinese. But when I handed it to Zhang Qiang, the latter didn't want it.
"Why, do you think I'm making fun of you?" Luo Hui smiled and lit one himself.
Zhang Qiang's face no longer had the smile it had before, but was filled with ferociousness.
"Isn't it?" Zhang Qiang said coldly.
"You think it is and should be. After all, anyone who encounters such a thing will feel very inferior. Being smeared with money is such a shameful thing." Luo Hui sneered.
Zhang Qiang's expression changed, and he roared angrily: "What the hell, you're just a fucking poor guy, what qualifications do you have to laugh at me!"
"Yes, I have no money. I have always thought so. In fact, I really didn't come to laugh at you. If I came to laugh at you, I would kick you to the ground. You have lived for more than twenty years.
You have no backbone at all. In my eyes, you might as well just die. If you stay in this world, you are just wasting rice."
Luo Hui sneered repeatedly, paused, and then said: "But I can't say anything about letting you die. If I say it, I will be a trap and commit a crime. But I just want to tell you, in fact, people like you can really die.
."
"Ah! Stop talking!" Zhang Qiang's expression suddenly became crazy and he kept roaring.
"Why can't you stand it anymore? The tallest teaching building in your Beijing Film Academy should have seven or eight floors. Let me tell you, you can jump lightly from the roof of that building, and then just 'touch' it, and you will never be able to stand it again."
You will be looked down upon by others. Tsk tsk... You are not that poor after spending more than 5,000 yuan in one go. You can be considered a little rich second generation. What a pity, I am the deputy mayor, where is your father? Now you are struggling
In Dad's era, you are not as useful as others, so you are the one being bullied! Go ahead, the highest building in Beijing Film Academy is your destination."
Luo Hui's tone became more and more indifferent as he smoked. The madness on Zhang Qiang's face slowly faded away, and some of him just lost his mind. He didn't say any more, but slowly walked towards Beiying holding the money.
Luo Hui frowned. In fact, although he didn't quite agree with Zhang Qiang's actions, he still admired his endurance. This society is realistic. If you don't have a powerful family background, you will only be bullied if you meet him. Integrity?
Haha...this thing is quite applauding.
But now people remember that you have backbone, but what about a week from now? What about a month from now? What about a year from now? Who the hell will still remember that you must have been beaten to the point of a bloody nose because of your backbone!
You have to have backbone, but it depends on what kind of backbone you are. You have to endure it when you should, and you have to endure it when you can't bear it and you can't fight others. If you don't tolerate it, you will be unlucky at best, and at worst it will bring harm to the whole family.
A small amount of intolerance will lead to a big plan. The word "forbearance" and the word "muse" are strung together, that is a kind of life. First endure it, and then use all the methods you can think of to severely punish those who have bullied and insulted you.
Step on it. Only in this way will people always applaud you and remember you!
Because the final winner is you!
Luo Hui was a little worried that Zhang Qiang still couldn't figure it out. If something really happened, he would be somewhat responsible.
Fortunately, the whole day passed without anything happening.
In the evening, I continued to go out to check out a room with Su Ying, but as soon as I walked out of the convenience store, there were waves of exclamations from inside the Beijing Film Academy.
"Yeah! Someone jumped off the building, someone is about to jump off the building!"
Luo Hui's heart skipped a beat when he heard this: "My dear, it can't be Zhang Qiang."
Su Ying also looked towards Beiying, but the light was poor at night and the distance was a bit far away, so she couldn't see it at all.
Just when Su Ying was about to say something, Luo Hui had already ran towards Beiying.
"You wait for me in the store first, and I'll go take a look."
Although Su Ying has changed a lot, she has not yet become that kind of cold-blooded woman. She can't help but want to see it. If possible, she hopes to save the student who committed suicide. There is nothing better than being alive!
The guard at the entrance of Beiying had also been attracted to it a long time ago. The empty door of the guard room was locked. However, this did not bother Luo Hui, so he went straight over.
As he ran, he looked up and immediately started to curse: "Fuck...it's really the tallest building. Zhang Qiang, Zhang Qiang, you must not die, otherwise I will really be booby-trapped, brother."
Luo Hui rushed through the crowd and was about to rush to the corridor, but the management of Beijing Film Studio refused to let him go. However, these people couldn't stop Luo Hui. He bumped into several people and ran towards the stairs smoothly.
Running wildly all the way, Luo Hui rushed through several groups of people who tried to block him, and finally reached the roof of the building. He saw a young man sitting on the roof of the building with two cans of beer next to him.
"Oh... Zhang Qiang, you are really good at enjoying life. You are facing the night sky and the moonlight with two bottles of wine. Do you want to find a girl to sing you two little songs?"
Luo Hui's voice was still a little breathy, but it was not that strong. Zhang Qiang turned around when he heard the voice and said calmly: "I knew you would come."
Luo Hui was stunned when he heard this. Is this kid really going to commit suicide? How can a suicidal person speak so calmly? And there was a hint of sarcasm in Zhang Qiang's tone.
"Fuck...it turns out you didn't want to jump off the building." Luo Hui scolded him immediately.
Zhang Qiang glanced around, then made a silent gesture and said softly: "Shh... I'm playing with those people."
Luo Hui couldn't laugh or cry, and said: "What a guy, you still play such a trick."
"Tch, everyone in this school is stupid. How can I die without even playing with a few women at such a young age? Bah...I'm not that stupid. It's just that it's too quiet tonight, so the school
It’s just a bit of a fuss inside.”
"Is it that simple?" Luo Hui asked with some disbelief.
"What else can we do?" Zhang Qiang smiled.
But as soon as he finished speaking, the can in his hand was thrown towards the stairs, and immediately there was a sound of people going downstairs.
"You're fine, kid. You didn't say anything to make those people worry. You just threw the cans away." Luo Hui walked over and opened a can of beer against the rooftop and drank most of it in one gulp.
"Brother Hui, actually I really wanted to die today." Zhang Qiang suddenly said while drinking.
Luo Hui smiled faintly and said, "How did you figure it out?"
"Actually, I'm still not reconciled. That Wang Ting looks down on people. It's good that I am also a rich second generation now, but if I can't compare with him, then I will become a super rich generation. When the time comes, I will crush people like him to death, but I can't do anything.
Just moving your fingers." Zhang Qiang said contemptuously.
Luo Hui raised his eyebrows when he heard this. He didn't say much, just raised the wine in his hand and said: "Let's go!"
The two bottles of wine collided and they both drank up. Zhang Qiang glanced at the can in his hand, then placed it on the rooftop and said slowly:
"Actually, I feel like this can, how full and moist it is before I meet Wang Ting, but what? It's empty inside!"
After that, Zhang Qiang picked up the can again, squeezed it hard in the palm of his hand, and continued: "Now I am just like a can that has been pinched. It is so flat and ugly that no one can even bother to look at it."
"But in the future, this can will still be picked up and recycled into canned beer. At that time, the can was full inside and out, and it was also the thickest. Anyone who liked drinking would have to raise their eyelids when they saw it.
Two times, I even took out my money to buy a refilled can. At that time, it could dominate many people, but what about me in the future?"
Zhang Qiang said nothing more at this point, but Luo Hui's face was full of smiles. He watched with interest as Zhang Qiang opened a can of wine and handed it to Zhang Qiang himself. Then he took out a red box of Nanjing from his pocket and said:
"I'm the one who found the cans that were thrown away!"