"Tell me quickly, who are they and what do they do at home?"
"Brother, you really drank too much..." Ling Cang sighed helplessly: "If I could tell it, I wouldn't call him mysterious,"
"That's true..." Gao Daquan scratched his head a little disappointed, and then asked: "With so many awesome kids together, isn't there anything going on?"
"What do you want to know?"
"Such as gathering in a crowd, having sex, having sex, taking drugs, etc."
When Ling Cang heard this, he almost spit a mouthful of wine on Gao Daquan's face.
This reporter is really smart and has a rich imagination, and he actually raised such a heavy-handed question directly.
Ling Cang originally estimated that Reporter Gao might ask: "Did the classmates fight, did they skip school, did they gamble?" These things happened all the time, and he could just say a few words without thinking about it. What disputes will arise?
But there is no way to answer this question, because no matter what, in the ears of reporter Gao, it can be broken down into an even more bizarre story.
"Ah..." After hesitating for a long time, Ling Cang finally managed to say: "I don't know,"
"I really don't know,"
"I really don't know," Ling Cang hurriedly raised his cup: "Here, reporter Gao, have another drink."
"Okay," Gao Daquan realized that there was still some wine left. He definitely couldn't return it. If he took it home, he would be scolded by his wife. It would be more practical to pour it into his stomach.
When all the wine was gone, Gao Daquan's tongue was already straight, and it was even harder than his younger brother|brother after seeing the beautiful woman when he was young. Ling Cang looked at him, let alone interviews, even petitioning would not work, so he stood He stood up and said, "By the way, I still have something to do, so I'll take the first step."
"Ah," Gao Daquan looked at Ling Cang blankly. He once again remembered that he had an interview assignment, but his mind was filled with the sound of clinking wine glasses. He couldn't remember what kind of interview he wanted to interview. However, he still remembered to pay and reached out to ask for something. He went to get his wallet, but instead he picked up the wine glass: "Hey, Ling Tong Shoes, I will pick you up another day, and you will definitely reward me."
"Definitely, definitely," Ling Cang almost laughed, because Gao Daquan's accent sounded like Huang Xianli's.
He Xie reluctantly put down his chopsticks and asked cautiously: "Gao Ji, are you not going to do the interview?"
"First...sip the rice first..."
Gao Daquan and He Xie were like brothers in distress, cleaning up the leftovers like a storm and ordering three more bowls of rice. When they finished eating, they felt like their stomachs were full of food. This meal was as good as the previous three meals.
"It's about today..." With rice in his stomach, the effect of alcohol was somewhat weakened. Gao Daquan's tongue was not so hard, and he suddenly felt as if he had been rinsed by Ling Cang. In order to regain his face, he He told He Xie shamelessly: "Although it is usually the interviewee who invites us to dinner, but today we did not lose anything in the meal, and blocked Ling Cang's mouth, no matter what we write, as long as it is not too If we go too far, these second-generation rich people will not come to trouble us,"
"Gao Ji is really tall,"
Gao Daquan was so excited by the shout of "Gao" that he really rose to the clouds. He was happy to compete with the gods. He patted He Xie on the shoulder and said: "Learn well from my brother..."
At this time, a gentle voice pulled Gao Daquan from the cloud to the ground: "Sir, three hundred and thirty yuan, thank you,"
Gao Daquan was shocked: "Why are there so many?"
"This is the detailed bill," the waiter said with a smile, "You can take a look,"
Gao Daquan knew that the cost would not be bad at all, so he waved his hand and took out his wallet. Looking at the sharp contrast between the shriveled wallet and his round belly, he sighed and asked, "Aren't you going to give me a fruit plate?"
"Send it, it's being cut, please wait a moment," the waiter took the money and turned to leave.
I couldn't eat the fruit plate, but I couldn't waste it. Gao Daquan packed it up and took it directly into his hand without asking if he wanted it or not: "Go home."
As soon as he finished speaking, Gao Daquan felt that his legs and feet were weak, and his stomach was full of butterflies. He immediately lay weakly on He Xie's shoulder. Despite this, Gao Daquan did not vomit. It would be wasteful to vomit. Gao Daquan is a pacesetter in energy conservation.
He Xie carried the heavy interview equipment with one hand and supported Gao Daquan with the other hand and walked out of the hotel, unable to hold back his breath.
Gao Daquan nodded slightly, raised his hand and patted He Xie's solid chest, and sighed sincerely: "You're a good young man, he's strong enough, and he's capable enough..."
When a passerby heard these words, he immediately rolled his eyes: "You're a homosexual, don't let your mother come out to be disgusting..."
"Gao Ji..." He Xie didn't hear the passerby's words, but remembered Ling Cang's words: "I think Ling Cang, although he is not old, is quite insightful."
"How to say,"
"He said something like this, courage is not equal to courage," He Xie nodded vigorously: "I think it makes sense."
Gao Daquan thought for a moment and nodded: "That makes sense."
Situ Dao has always been a calm person, with a deep smile on his face and few other emotions. But today he was uncharacteristically smiling in front of a newspaper for a long time, so much so that his subordinates suspected that the boss was crazy.
When he finally stopped laughing, Situ Dao wiped the corners of his eyes and called Sikong You: "Brother, have you read the newspaper recently?"
"Which newspaper?"
""Minghai Information News","
"What kind of third-rate tabloid is this?"
"Although you can find any information on the Internet these days, traditional paper media still play an irreplaceable role," Situ Dao shook his head, and then said: "Especially this kind of tabloid, it can really surprise people."
"What surprise did you find,"
"About Ling Cang..." Situ Dao was on the other side of the ocean at this time. In fact, even if he was in Minghai, he would not read the "Minghai News". However, a subordinate went to Minghai on a business trip a few days ago and bought a few copies there. He took it on the plane to kill time and somehow brought it back to the office. Situ Lu passed by and saw the word "Ming Hai" in the headline of the newspaper, so he took it over casually, but he didn't expect to see such a report.
Hearing Situ Dao read the entire report, Sikong You also laughed loudly: "Don't say it, if it weren't for the details that prove that this report is basically fabricated, many things in it are not far from the truth."
"That's why I'm telling you,"
"But where did this report come from?"
"I don't know either, so I want to ask you,"
"Wait, I guessed it..." Sikong You slowly analyzed: "Ling Cang has been involved in a lawsuit recently and has become very famous on the Internet. There may be tabloid reporters who want to dig up news and go over to interview him. He This guy is a shabby guy, and when he talks, he’s arrogant. You know tabloid reporters are the best at making excuses, so this report was born.”
"It's really just nonsense to say that,"
"That's right," Sikong nodded: "Don't worry, it won't have any impact."
"But how did Ling Cang get into a lawsuit?"
Sikong You narrated what happened, and then told Situ Dao: "I think he was very confident and he was not willing to say much to me, so he didn't intervene."
"That won't work either," Situ Dao shook his head: "I think we should do something."
"We can help with big things, but let's forget about small things like this," Sikong You reminded: "You know, the contact between you and me now has violated Ling Yang's original explanation. What's more, we can help for a while. , cannot help forever, Ling Cang will face various challenges in the future, this lawsuit may be an opportunity for him to exercise,"
"Brother, you have to know that a single move can affect the whole body." Situ Dao always respected Sikong You's views, but this time he made an exception: "Small things can also lead to big troubles."
"No matter what you really want to do, I won't stop you, but..." Sikong You emphasized: "You must stop in moderation."
"Okay..." Situ Dao hesitated for a moment, and finally agreed: "I'll send someone to talk to that Professor Ge, there's no problem,"
"OK,"
Situ Dao could handle such a trivial matter with just one phone call. That night, someone found Professor Ge.
Since being discharged from the hospital, Professor Ge has been recuperating in a villa in the suburbs without his children and only two servants.
At night, Professor Ge was about to call the servants in to arrange dinner, but he heard two muffled sounds from outside, followed by two low screams.
"What's going on?" Professor Ge suddenly became frightened, stood up tremblingly, and looked outside.
Four men in black suddenly filed in and came directly to Professor Ge: "You are Ge Shuzhi,"
"Who are you?" Professor Ge trembled violently all over and kept shouting: "Come here, come in quickly,"
"Your servant fell asleep and won't wake up until an hour later."
Professor Ge trembled even more: "You...you killed someone,"
"I told you that I was asleep..." One of the men in black said coldly: "Don't worry, we won't kill people casually, and we won't kill small people like that."
"Then you are going to kill me," Professor Ge plopped down on the ground and subconsciously took out his cell phone: "I want to call the police."
"You really think you are a big shot," the man in black grabbed the phone and threw it on the sofa next to him. He told Professor Ge disdainfully: "I'm afraid we'll dirty our hands if I kill you."
"Then what are you going to do?"
"I'm not doing anything, I'm just sending you a message..." The man in black pointed at Professor Ge's nose and said word by word: "End the lawsuit in front of you immediately, otherwise you will be responsible for the consequences."