studio.
Chu Fang lay on his workstation, staring blankly ahead.
"Huh?" Jiang Wenzhen waved her hand in front of him, noticing that Chu Fang seemed lost in another world, then raised her middle finger. "You're this one!"
Chu Fang's eyes slowly focused: "You think you're very humorous?"
"What’s wrong with you?"
"He's depressed."
"I don't believe it!"
Is Chu Fang Neng depressed?
This is the biggest joke in the world!
Chu Fang wasn't depressed, just had a bit of a headache.
He didn't know what to do with Ye Zhijie.
On the one hand, they couldn't grasp the right measure and intensity; on the other hand, Ye Zhijie was a tough nut to crack, with no weaknesses whatsoever.
Chu Fang's computer screen displayed Ye Zhijie's personal information: Ye Zhijie, male, 27 years old, unmarried, residing in xx, parents deceased, currently living alone, has committed dozens of crimes, and has been in juvenile detention centers, correctional facilities, and other specialized rehabilitation centers...
Ye Zhijie is truly a talented individual!
I've been to prison several times since I was a child, and going in there feels as easy as going home.
His parents once took Ye Zhijie to see a doctor, who diagnosed him with bipolar disorder. In the end, Ye Zhijie beat up the doctor.
"What should I do?" Chu Fang fell into deep thought.
Just then, a sound came from outside the studio. He looked in the direction of the sound and, as if on cue, the devil appeared.
Ye Zhijie walked in.
“Sir, this is private property,” Jiang Wenzhen called out from behind.
Zhong Tingyue frowned slightly: "What are you doing here?"
"I'm here to apologize." Ye Zhijie said, one hand in his pocket, carrying a fruit basket. "I bumped into your husband yesterday and there was a small accident. I'm really sorry."
"Another thing is that I need to renovate my house, and I would like to ask you, my old classmate, an interior design master, to design it."
“First, I do not accept your apology; second, I do not accept cooperating with you,” Zhong Tingyue said coolly.
"No way, we're old classmates." Ye Zhijie looked at Chu Fang. "Handsome, put in a good word for me."
"Can we talk alone for a bit?" Chu Fang stood up.
"certainly."
The two then left the studio one after the other.
"Sister Zhong, what is that?" Jiang Wenzhen frowned.
Zhong Tingyue's rosy lips were slightly pursed, and the corners of her mouth turned down slightly, as if she had a deep sorrow hanging over them.
After entering the elevator and going up, I arrived at the rooftop of the building, where there was no one around.
"When you reach the summit, you can see all the mountains below. How beautiful!" Ye Zhijie spread his arms wide as he arrived at the rooftop.
"What exactly do you want to do?" Chu Fang got straight to the point.
"Just bored, looking for something fun to do." Ye Zhijie shrugged.
"I understand!" Chu Fang nodded. "You're just being a jerk."
“You can understand it that way too,” Ye Zhijie replied.
"Since that's the case, I'm relieved."
"What's the meaning?"
“People who act like idiots deserve a beating. If you deserve a beating, then I will feel no guilt for committing a crime.”
Ye Zhijie laughed, then suddenly punched Chu Fang in the chest with a loud 'thud'. The latter felt a sharp pain in his chest and bent over.
Ye Zhijie made no further move, but said, "I'm waiting. I hope you don't go too far."
After saying that, Ye Zhijie left.
"Damn it! You're insane!" After a long while, Chu Fang's pain subsided, and he couldn't help but curse angrily.
He considered himself to have seen all kinds of people in the world, but he had never met anyone like Ye Zhijie.
Ye Zhijie is a complete lunatic!
"Hoo..." On the rooftop, Chu Fang gazed into the distance, his eyes filled with determination.
Back in the studio, Zhong Tingyue asked softly, "How did your chat go?"
"Pleasant, frank, and comprehensive, this was a constructive exchange and communication."
Zhong Tingyue punched her husband's chest: "Get lost."
Even at a time like this, you still have the mind to talk nonsense.
"It hurts..." Chu Fang clutched his chest.
What did he do to deserve this?
What if someone punches you in the chest twice, and the punches are too hard?
When the child is born, looking at Chu Fang's chest, the child wonders whether to call Chu Fang "Dad" or "Mom".
This is crucial!
More importantly...
Chu Fang shook his head, throwing those nonsensical thoughts into the 'garbage dump,' and then said, "I need to go out for a bit."
"Be careful," Zhong Tingyue replied.
... ...
Chu Fang left the studio and drove to a high-end and luxurious club.
"This is private property. No entry without a reservation." Two security guards stopped Chu Fang.
"What kind of eyes do you have? Don't you even recognize Young Master Chu?" The receptionist rushed over and bowed slightly. "Young Master Chu, what's wrong? Please come in."
Chu Fang was led into the private club by the receptionist.
The two security guards looked at each other.
Do you know him?
"I don't know him."
"And you?"
"I don't know him either."
The receptionist came out and said, "It's okay if you don't recognize him the first time, but you have to remember what that face looks like. You must recognize him next time, otherwise no one can save you."
One of the security guards asked curiously, "Sister, we're new here. Who is this Young Master Chu?"
"Exactly, could you explain this to us?"
The receptionist said, "A few years ago, Young Master Chu was a VIP customer here, the most prestigious kind. He once spent ten million to bet with our boss, and the boss won. The two of them became good friends."
Upon hearing this, the two security guards' pupils contracted slightly.
"What bet did they make?"
It's actually worth ten million?
The receptionist said quietly, "When you skip stones on water, whose stone skips the farthest and makes the most splashes?"
Two security guards: "..."
Is this what they call a 'ten million' high-stakes gamble?
How childish are you two?
How bored are you two?
How rich must you two be to make such a bet?
... ...
The waiter led Chu Fang through the club, and soon they arrived at the top floor. Inside, Chu Fang saw a bald, middle-aged man, about forty years old.
The bald man was delighted to see Chu Fang: "Brother Chu, what brings you here today? You didn't even tell me beforehand so I could have made arrangements."
"I don't come here without a reason. I'm here today to ask you for a favor, brother."
The bald man patted his chest and said, "Just tell me about our relationship. I'll do anything, even murder or arson."
"That's great!" Chu Fang snapped his fingers. "Brother, kill someone for me."
The bald man shouted, "Security! Security! Someone is trespassing on my property. I don't know him. Please kick him out immediately!"
Chu Fang: "..."
... ...
As dusk deepened, the streetlights in the suburbs of Shanghai lit up, emitting a dim and soft glow. The elderly sat on benches downstairs, fanning themselves with palm-leaf fans, chatting casually about everyday life.
Suddenly, the old people felt as if someone had grabbed their throats. They watched the tall figure disappear from sight before they slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Ever since that Ye family brat got out of prison, he hasn't been able to sleep peacefully. When will this ever end?"
Who knows?
“A few days ago, that kid taught my grandson to smoke. He got my grandson completely intoxicated. When I checked, I found out that he was smoking leaf tobacco.”
"This is no good at all!"
“When did this kid go on to ‘further studies’ again? It’s kind of creepy to see him out there.”
"Don't worry, given how much trouble that kid causes, it'll be over soon."
“... ..."
These elderly people have lived in the neighborhood for decades and watched Ye Zhijie grow up. They know Ye Zhijie very well, as he has spent far more time in juvenile detention centers and prisons than at home.
In a few days, I'll have to go back in.
Ye Zhijie walked slowly with his hands in his pockets. As he walked, people around him were afraid of him, and he enjoyed those looks.
Slowly, we walked into a secluded alley.
Suddenly a group of men in black ran out of the alley, intercepted him, dragged him into the alley, and then gave him a severe beating.
Ye Zhijie reacted calmly, holding his head in his hands, neither calling for help nor fighting back, but letting the other party hit him.
Over the years, he has become accustomed to both beating others and being beaten.
After fighting for a while, the man in black stopped, and Chu Fang slowly walked in, half-squatting down, and asked, "Do you recognize me?"
"I'm not blind!" Ye Zhijie wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
"You bump into me once, you hit me once, so I'll beat you up. That's fair, right?"
“Of course!” Ye Zhijie replied.
"I think we can settle our score. What do you think?"
"I'm not stupid!" Ye Zhijie said. "I won't bully someone who's better than me. That's like an egg hitting a rock, just asking for trouble."
Chu Fang was very pleased to see that Ye Zhijie was so sensible.
That's just how the world is.
No amount of words can compare to the effectiveness of a single threat.
Humans are just so despicable!
Chu Fang left the alley with the man in black, leaving Ye Zhijie behind. The latter, watching Chu Fang's retreating figure, suddenly laughed: "Hahaha..."
He was laughing very happily.
... ...
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