After leaving Xishan Park and returning to the slum alley, Tang Feng chose a roadside breakfast shop and sat down. He was not a picky person. Although this kind of roadside shop was not high-end, it was bustling with people at the moment but full of fireworks.
What's more, the orphanage is in the West District, and this area is full of Tang Feng's childhood memories. For example, the fried dough sticks and soy milk in his hand at this moment are the things he fantasized about when he was a child.
After returning from the army, everything seemed to slow down. Although Tang Feng was still a little uncomfortable with it, this kind of life was not bad.
Just when he was drinking soy milk and chewing fried dough sticks and recalling his childhood memories, an excited and sharp voice suddenly came from behind: "Tang Feng, it's really you Tang Feng!"
Tang Feng turned his head and suddenly saw a familiar fat man sticking his head out of a white BMW on the roadside and shouting at him. This man looked familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a moment.
So he raised his eyebrows and froze in place.
The fat man in a bright suit got out of the car, walked up to Tang Feng, and asked with a smile: "Why, you can't recognize me? I'm Zeng Biao! We grew up together in the orphanage!"
Tang Feng's mind immediately showed the figure of a chubby child with two waterfalls of snot hanging from his nose all day long, so he said in shock: "I remembered, you are Xiao Biaozi, the guy who had a runny nose and wet the bed all day long when he was a child."
When Zeng Biao heard these words, he couldn't help but frown slightly, but still sighed: "I can't believe that I heard that you were taken away fifteen years ago, and I met you here."
Tang Feng said: "I also just returned to Jiangdu in recent months."
Zeng Biao nodded and asked: "Where have you been in the past fifteen years? I heard you were taken into the army?"
Tang Feng didn't want to say more about his fifteen years of experience. After all, some of them involved confidential issues, so he said: "I joined the army, but now I have retired."
After saying that and shutting up, Zeng Biao wisely stopped asking and asked, "What about now, where will you be employed?"
Tang Feng smiled bitterly and said: "I can't even talk about being tall. I was fired just yesterday, and now I'm still unemployed."
He was not very used to talking about himself, and then asked: "What about you, where are you employed? From the looks of it, you seem to be doing well?"
It was then that Zeng Biao noticed that what Tang Feng was wearing were the kind of cheap shorts that could be bought from a street stall on the roadside and probably cost less than fifty yuan.
Besides, the tattered slippers on his feet are probably no better than those worn by the old beggar man not far away!
Suddenly he remembered how this guy used to bully him in the orphanage with his fists when he was a child. Zeng Biao felt a sense of superiority in his heart.
"You're talking about me." Zeng Biao raised his voice, his voice rising a lot, and he said quite proudly: "I'm just so-so. I recently opened a small company with a hundred people. The business is good and I'm also buying in Jiangning.
Got a house."
While talking, he intentionally or unintentionally fiddled with the BMW keys in his hand in front of Tang Feng.
In fact, Tang Feng couldn't tell that the other party was trying to show off, but he couldn't feel sorry for such a trivial matter. He smiled and said: "It seems that you are doing really well, but I can't do it anymore. I can't compare with you."
Zeng Biao felt proud in his heart, but on the surface he waved his hands and said, "I'm ashamed. I've only achieved this little achievement, but I'm still a little far behind those millionaires."
Tang Feng just smiled and said nothing.
Zeng Biao suddenly said: "By the way, didn't you just say that you haven't found a job yet? It seems that you have also been a top soldier for two years. Why don't you come to my company like this? I still need a security guard."
Tang Feng knew that he wanted to show off, but he still nodded and said: "Okay, I'll go over and take a look when I get the chance."
Zeng Biao added: "But you have to agree in advance. My company is no better than ordinary companies. The application and interviews are very strict. Whether you can be hired depends on your ability. Don't blame me if you don't do it then."
Tang Feng couldn't help but be amused by his serious pretense, and waved his hand: "Of course I won't blame you. If I didn't get hired, it only proves that I have no ability."
Zeng Biao also laughed loudly, shook his head and sighed: "I can't believe that you were the king of children in our orphanage back then, but now you are in such a miserable state."
Tang Feng had no choice but to answer this. He thought of going to pick up Zhuge Furong at nine o'clock, so he said, "I have something else to do, so I'll take my leave first."
Zeng Biao shouted: "By the way, I suddenly remembered that our friends who grew up together in the orphanage will have a party in two days. You are back now, why don't you join us?"
Tang Feng happened to also want to meet the friends who grew up together in these orphanages, so he said: "No problem, where is the location?"
"At the Phoenix Hotel, tomorrow night at seven o'clock." Zeng Biao said.
"Phoenix Hotel? The five-star one?" Tang Feng raised his eyebrows.
"How many more Phoenix Hotels can we have in Jiangning? Why do you think there is something wrong with you?" Zeng Biao asked.
Tang Feng was a little speechless. This hotel is where he works as a security guard and beats people. But this is nothing to him. He immediately said: "No problem, I will be there on time tomorrow night."
"Okay, it's settled." After Zeng Biao finished speaking, he swung his BMW keys, walked into the car parked on the roadside, and then roared away.
Tang Feng looked at him, shook his head, smiled faintly, and then walked toward the attic.
The white Maserati was parked at the door last night. Tang Feng took out the key and turned it on, then drove to the high-end villa community near the river and sea where Zhuge Furong was.
After fifteen years in the army, Tang Feng had already developed the habit of being punctual. At nine o'clock in the morning, he appeared in front of the pink three-and-a-half-story European-style building with an independent courtyard on time.
However, compared with the deserted scene last night, this morning, in front of the foreign-style building, it seemed quite lively.
Through the windshield, Tang Feng saw a group of people standing in front of the yard. Bright roses in the shape of a heart were piled everywhere at the door, and candles were placed in the center to form five characters.
Tang Feng also looked at it for a while before he recognized it. These five words were clearly "Fu Rong, I love you!"
In addition, in the center of the candle, a young man wearing a white suit and shiny black hair was holding a diamond ring box in both hands, standing there with his head held high and his eyes determined.
Seeing this, Tang Feng didn't understand what was going on. Without any hesitation, he stepped on the accelerator and honked the horn wildly. The white CEO car roared through the crowd and crushed the roses on the ground.
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Then there was a sudden flick, and the strong wind brought by the car blew out all the candles. Tang Feng then opened the door and got out of the car.
Before his feet touched the ground, Tang Feng shouted at the top of his lungs: "Who is so ungrateful in society? He threw so many rotten roses in the community and deliberately made things difficult for the cleaning lady?"
