At the same time, on the other side, Duan Junchen saw the word "hmm" and slowly curled his lips, and the big stone in his heart finally fell.
Huo Yi replied to him.
It means he has calmed down.
It's just about the wedding announcement...
He needed to go talk to that person.
Duan Junchen looked at the neon lights outside the window and smiled at himself.
Among the thousands of lights, not a single one is turned on for him.
He was like a rootless duckweed in this city, which could be submerged by floods and disappear at any time.
The only person he felt a sense of familiarity with was Huo Yi.
This is the person he has liked for ten years.
No one is more important than him.
No matter what... he wanted to be with him.
"Buzz—"
Suddenly, the phone vibrated.
Duan Junchen pulled his thoughts back, glanced down, his expression turned cold, he answered the phone and said in a cold voice: "Tell me, how much do you want?"
"Five million." The person on the other end of the phone spoke loudly, his tone as if it was a matter of course.
Upon hearing this, Duan Junchen suddenly stood up and said, "Five million? Are you crazy or am I crazy?"
"I don't care. I want five million. As the developer of the game 'God of War'—no... a thief, you've made a lot of money over the years, at least a few hundred million. How could you not even come up with five million? Who are you trying to fool?" The other party tutted his mouth, his attitude extremely arrogant. "Five million, it can buy you a carefree life for the rest of your life. Isn't it too much? Besides, you still have to rely on the game 'God of War' to make money. Five million is already very little for you."
Duan Junchen quietly clenched his phone, raised his other hand slightly to push up his glasses, and said in a low voice, "How do I know if you will continue to use this as a threat to blackmail me in the future?"
"Don't worry about that. I will burn my brother's diary, and I will keep it a secret from now on. If you are worried, I can burn it myself in front of you tomorrow."
Duan Junchen tapped his hands on the table, the sound inexplicably giving people a sense of intimidation. He lowered his eyes and said in an unusually calm tone, "Okay, I'll transfer the money to you tomorrow."
"No, no, I don't want a string of cold data, I want cash."
Duan Junchen's eyes darkened, "Okay, I promise you."
After saying that, he hung up the call.
The person on the other end of the phone took one look and uttered a "tsk tsk" sound, "Mad, why are you pretending?"
but……
He curled his lips into a smile.
He can make copies of the diary... as many copies as he wants.
Anyone who has money but doesn't take it is a fool.
In the blink of an eye, it was already daytime.
The sun climbed halfway up the mountain.
Huo Yi got up early, washed and dressed, and dressed a little more formally.
The venue for the class reunion was a Chinese-Western restaurant owned by a classmate.
When Huo Yi arrived, there were not many people around, and most of them were classmates who were not doing well like him.
The next people to come were big bosses and corporate executives.
That is what is called a busy person.
They kept apologizing, drinking three cups of wine as punishment, and even "explaining" that they were late because they were too busy with business or work and couldn't get away.
Huo Yi listened silently, not wanting to participate at all.
This is probably one of the reasons why he doesn't want to socialize.
But what he didn't expect was that the last one to arrive was Duan Junchen.
"Sorry everyone, I'm late. I was delayed on the way." Duan Junchen looked at them tiredly, glanced at Huo Yi in the crowd, and walked over to him and sat down without hesitation.
"Oh, everyone knows our Boss Duan's game, 'God of War'. It's a global hit, so it's understandable why he's so busy."
"That's right, we understand."
"Hey, hey, this is your fault. No matter how busy you are, you can't be so late. We are having a party today, and everyone's time is also time."
"That's different. Mr. Duan is the busiest among us. What's wrong with being a little late?"
“…”
Everyone was discussing this in a sarcastic tone, and Huo Yi frowned when he heard it.
He couldn't stand this kind of atmosphere at all.
Duan Junchen noticed his reaction and hurriedly raised his glass, stood up and smiled. "This is my fault. I will drink three glasses as a punishment to express my apology. Everyone, enjoy the meal today. I'll pay the bill."
Hearing this, everyone smiled contentedly.
Start getting close to him.
Duan Junchen dealt with them one by one.
Huo Yi couldn't stand watching him being forced to drink one glass of wine after another by this group of people, so he snatched the glass from his hand and said, "I'll drink it for him."
Hearing this, Duan Junchen looked up at him, the corners of his mouth slightly raised and his eyes slightly curved.
"How can this be possible..." The classmate who was toasting chuckled, with a hint of disdain in his voice.
Everyone looked at each other tacitly.
"Why not?" Huo Yi raised his hand and grabbed Duan Junchen's hand, saying coldly: "Junchen is my friend. Do I need a qualification to block the drinking for my friend?"
"This... Huo Yi, you're joking. We don't mean that."
"That's right, Huo Yi, you're overthinking it. Don't be so sensitive. We are all classmates."
"Mr. Duan didn't say anything, why do some people always like to get close to him?" Some people couldn't stand his behavior and muttered in a low voice, their eyes squinting, and they almost wrote "I look down on you" on their foreheads.
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