The sun sets from noon to afternoon, and finally disappears into the sunset clouds.
Wang Xiao knelt beside the pine tree without moving. Passersby pointed at him from time to time, but he seemed not to see them at all.
Fu Song kept admiring the dish on the table, which he had accidentally named "Moonlight over the Lotus Pond". Beside him, Yu Shengman was helping him make tea.
Five o'clock in the afternoon sharp.
Fu Song stood up and shouted, "Xiao Bei, close the door and get off work!"
"Okay!"
Fu Song and the other two came out first, Jin Xiaobei locked the door behind them and followed quickly.
The four of them never looked at Wang Xiao from beginning to end.
After crossing the intersection, Fu Song said to Sheng Man, "I've booked a hotel for you. Stay here for one night and then go to Caidie with me tomorrow."
Yu Shengman shook his head: "No need, I can find a hotel myself."
"I told you to stay, so you can stay. Now that you've come to Jingzhou, you're my employee. Why are you talking so much nonsense?" Fu Song's face suddenly turned dark.
"Well... okay, see you tomorrow." Yu Shengman secretly stuck out his tongue at Fu Song and ran away quickly.
Jin Xiaobei has a residence in Jingzhou, and Fu Song and Fu Ziming returned home.
Fu Song's house was bought when Fu Zicong was alive. It is not particularly big, but it is big enough for people to live in.
After hurriedly finishing dinner with Fu Ziming, Fu Song returned to his bedroom, lay on the bed, picked up a book called "An Actor's Self-cultivation" and began to read it.
Time passed and it was already early morning.
Bang, bang—
There was a knock on the door, it was Fu Ziming.
Looking at Fu Song, Fu Ziming smiled and said, "Are you still asleep?"
Fu Songdao said, "Isn't this learning? I know nothing about the entertainment industry, so I have to catch up. Otherwise, how can I be a boss?"
Fu Ziming didn't respond: "Are you still worried about Wang Xiao?"
"How is that possible?" Fu Song said, "We are enemies.
The antique jewelry store is in such a bad state now, it's all Wang Fugui's fault. I'm already very good not to add insult to injury, why should I help him?"
Fu Ziming smiled and said, "I didn't ask you to help him. You said that yourself."
Fu Song: "I..."
Then continue reading.
"Okay, stop looking. You're holding the book upside down."
Fu Song was stunned and threw "An Actor's Self-cultivation" directly to the ground.
Fu Ziming said: "Xiaosong, seeing you in this state, I am actually very happy.
Of course, this happiness has nothing to do with the Wang family father and son, but because you have a kind heart.
Jin Xiaobei has already told me that the antique jewelry store was maliciously targeted by those people.
Although it is natural to pay back debts, any normal person would feel a little bit uncomfortable when seeing this scene.
In addition, when Wang Xiao came today, he didn't mention the fact that you used the Longwei Inkstone to trick him, nor did he say a word to defend his father, and he didn't even tell you the purpose of looking for you.
It shows that he had no choice but to do this because he was forced into doing so.
At the same time, you can also see that he is sincerely admitting his mistake to you.
You saw this, and that's why you're so upset, right?"
Fu Song raised his head, his voice devoid of emotion: "But should I help him?
Let’s not talk about the conflict between us and him. What if there is no hatred between us?
There are so many people in the world who have been driven into desperate situations by life. If they all come to me for help, should I help them all?
I’m not a saint.”
After Fu Song finished speaking, he heard Fu Ziming say in a resounding voice: "Of course I can't help.
Let alone ordinary people, if you encounter such a thing, unless you are very close to them, you should not take action, otherwise you will only be asking for trouble."
Fu Song stared at Fu Ziming blankly, not quite understanding what he meant.
Fu Ziming suddenly sighed: "Actually, there is something I didn't intend to tell you.
But now that something like this has happened to the Wang family, I think you should have the right to know.
Do you know why your father and I have been able to bring down Wang Fugui, but have endured it for so many years?"
Fu Song was stunned.
yes!
Since Wang Fugui couldn't recognize Fu Ziming's counterfeiting methods at all, his father and Fu Ziming could easily bankrupt Wang Fugui.
Don’t even mention the past. Even after his parents passed away, Yupanzhai was almost forced to close down by Wang Fugui in the past six months, but Fu Ziming still didn’t use this killer weapon.
"Didn't you say last time that a gentleman should do what he does and shouldn't do what he doesn't?"
Fu Ziming said, "Then who do you think is more of a gentleman, me or your father?"
"this……"
Fu Song was confused again.
Although Fu Ziming looks honest, he is a gentleman...
"Gentleman" is now used as an insult.
"Is there something else going on?"
Fu Ziming nodded: "That's right, when your mother was pregnant with you, she accidentally fell and was about to give birth.
But your father was out of town purchasing goods at the time, and I was also in charge of the store, so I had no idea about this.
After Wang Xiao saw it, he and his father took your mother to the hospital on a cart.
When I received the news and rushed over, the doctor said that it was fortunate that the patient was sent to the hospital in time. If he had been five minutes later, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
From then on, your father and I owed them a favor.
So even though they later followed your father's example and opened an antique jewelry store, they still kept doing all kinds of tricks.
At most, we just fought back casually, but never killed anyone.
This is also why I didn't tell you. This favor is owed to me and your father, and you shouldn't be implicated."
After saying that, Fu Ziming patted Fu Song on the shoulder and said in a relieved tone: "Regarding the Wang family father and son, you are free to do whatever you want.
After all, the morals of the father and son, especially Wang Fugui, are not noble.
Okay, it’s late, go to bed early!”
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