Chapter 2 Chapter 2 "Qiao Yu, a top student at Chongqing University, in...
Qiao Yu caught up on sleep in the dormitory during the day and missed the afternoon gossip in the bar.
I asked my colleagues for a make-up lesson in the evening and only then did I know that the Jade Emperor they were serving tonight was Jiang Mian, the third young master of the Jiang family, a financial and real estate tycoon in Beijing with businesses spanning several major industries and connections in both the black and white worlds.
"Jiang, Mian."
Qiao Yu picked this name out from the string of names, read it word by word, and still found it funny.
"Why did people from Jing City come to Huai City?"
"It's a welcoming party, but who knows?" My colleague thought, "Maybe he has a crush on our boss!"
Qiao Yu grinned: "Haha."
"But you were quite bold just now, calling someone like that by his name," the colleague lowered his voice and leaned closer to ask, "Do you really know him?"
Qiao Yu's eyes curved: "I don't know him."
"I think so," the young colleague stroked his chin and sighed, "These super rich second-generations are not from the same world as us..."
Qiao Yu didn't say anything else. He just lowered his head and cut the cantaloupe, arranging it in the fruit plate as usual.
After a moment, the colleague responded: "Weren't you outside watching the wine? Why are you in the kitchen?"
Before the question could be answered, Brother Wang ran to the kitchen and asked Qiao Yu to go out.
Qiao Yu stopped working with the fruit knife: "I'll stay in the kitchen and take over with him."
My colleague's eyes lit up.
Today is a great opportunity, it doesn't come often.
However, Brother Wang frowned and urged: "I specifically want you, hurry up!"
The colleague pouted and Qiao Yu's face darkened.
The determination he had to work like a slave half an hour ago was gone now. Brother Wang asked him to pour some wine, but he was unwilling to do so.
"There are tips," Brother Wang winked, "Are you stupid?"
Qiao Yu took a deep breath and took the bottle.
He silently said to himself, "Don't go against money," and tried to raise the corners of his mouth as he walked towards the booth.
But when he really stood next to the sofa and saw the familiar yet unfamiliar figure drowned in the colorful lights, he couldn't even fake a smile.
He wanted to pour the bottle of wine on the other person's head.
I'm very impulsive and can't control myself.
"Come on, let me introduce you."
There was someone acting as a matchmaker, it was Mr. Luo who always liked to drink here in recent days.
Sure enough, people who approach you for no apparent reason all have a purpose.
I've had enough of this damn world.
Jiang Mian turned around.
He was wearing an expensive shirt with two buttons unbuttoned, and when he leaned back on the sofa, a section of his collarbone was just exposed.
His strong arms were stretched out and casually placed on the backrest, with a glass of red wine between his fingers. The bottom of the glass was thin, containing half a sip.
He was very relaxed, looking at Qiao Yu with sidelong glances, sizing him up and down with the same interest as before.
Qiao Yu lowered his eyes and stared at Jiang Mian's head, wondering whether this bottle of wine would hit him in the temples or in the back of his head.
Luo Ge introduced: "Qiao Yu, a top student from Chongqing University, working part-time here."
As he spoke, Jiang Mian raised his head and sipped the red wine in his glass. He waited for the person next to him to take the empty glass before he said to Qiao Yu, "Sit down."
How polite! Just like the emperor rewarding a young eunuch.
It’s a pity that Qiao Yu didn’t intend to be this little eunuch.
With a cold face, he put the bottle of wine on the table with a clang: "Do you want to open it?"
It was exceptionally quiet for a moment, and the faces of the people in the booths all had their own interesting expressions.
"Oh," Jiang Mian came back to his senses, "You can open it."
Qiao Yu pulled out the cork with a "bang" sound: "Enjoy it slowly."
He put down the bottle and walked away without looking back.
When I returned to the kitchen, I simply took off my apron.
Brother Wang ran over with an expression as if his mother had died, and asked him what was going on, crying bitterly.
Qiao Yu picked up the fruit knife and said calmly, "Brother Wang, you don't want to cause a murder, do you?"
Brother Wang glared: "Did I ask you to cause trouble for me?"
Qiao Yu thought about it and took off his work badge: "I quit."
Before leaving, he returned the red envelope that Brother Wang gave him yesterday: "I'm sorry, Brother Wang."
"No, what's the matter? Who offended you?" Brother Wang wanted to persuade her, but Qiao Yu didn't stay for long and left resolutely.
Not only did he lose the lady, but he also lost his army.
The night that was originally planned to last all night ended before ten o'clock.
The dream of earning enough money to buy a ventilator that night was shattered.
When I got home in the dark, my grandma was already asleep.
Qiao Yu squatted beside the bed, folded his arms, and buried his face in the quilt.
The ventilator made a dripping sound, and there was a bitter taste of rheumatism ointment in the breath.
It's not bad smelling, but it's not that nice either.
But Qiao Yu felt it was okay. Sometimes he would apply some medicine to treat lumbar muscle strain. He looked miserable, just like his life.
After being depressed for a long time, Qiao Yu sighed.
He pursed his lips and swallowed the words in his heart.
After pausing for a moment, he rubbed his eyes vigorously with his sleeves and stood up.
Before the tears came out, his nasal cavity was blocked. Qiao Yu tore off a piece of toilet paper, left the bedroom, and blew his nose several times with the tissue.
The brain matter was blown out.
He shook his empty head, and accurately threw the ball of paper wrapped around his snot, along with the familiar yet unfamiliar man in his mind, into the trash can.
He is the third young master of the Jiang family, a real estate tycoon who spans several major industries in Beijing.
He is not a poor, fatherless and motherless boy who falls down on a snowy night and has no food to eat.
The young man who followed Qiao Yu all day and threatened to protect him for the rest of his life has left. He is really gone. Even if he comes back now, he is no longer the same person or the same person as before.
It's a fact that should have been faced long ago, but it's still hard to accept five years later.
It's quite funny.
Qiao Yu rubbed his hot face.
Comfort yourself with the words that you have comforted yourself countless times.
never mind.
never mind.
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The next day, before dawn, Qiao Yu got up to catch up with the morning routine.
I had a terrible dream last night, and this morning my eyes started to tear up when I saw the wind.
He was sniffling all the way and crying bitterly, and was stopped at the school gate.
Qiao Yu wiped his face: "Brother Luo."
"Luo Hao, just call me by my name," Luo Hao waved at him from inside the car, smiling like a human trafficker who kidnaps women and children, "Are you cold? Get in the car."
The weasel pays a New Year's visit to the chicken, but he has no good intentions.
Especially those related to Jiang Mian, a bunch of weasels.
Qiao Yu's nose was red from the cold, but he was still a little proud, like a little winter plum blossom: "It's not cold, Luo Ge, just tell me if you have anything to say."
Luo Hao did have something to do, and it was a big thing.
He wanted to invite Qiao Yu to have lunch with him.
Qiao Yu politely considered it and then refused.
"I have an experiment at noon and can't leave."
Luo Hao was flexible: "That night."
Qiao Yu: "The experiment will last until the evening."
"What about tomorrow?"
"It could last until tomorrow, too."
“…”
Luo Hao maintained a fake smile: "It can't last until the day after tomorrow, right?"
Qiao Yu thought for a moment: "What if?"
Luo Hao smiled wryly: "Haha."
The two of them maintained their final decency and said goodbye to each other politely. Qiao Yu sprinted a hundred meters with his schoolbag on his back and entered the classroom as the bell rang.
Halfway through the class, I received a five-digit transfer from Brother Wang.
He read the transfer information over and over again, and after confirming that it was not a telecommunications scam, he couldn't help but reply with a question mark.
[Brother Wang: Commission for last night’s drinks.] 】
no? This commission amount?
Did you sell a reservoir?
Another message from Brother Wang.
[Brother Wang: A lot, right? 】
Qiao Yu: “…”
What could he say about this?
[Brother Wang: If you have a conscience, come and help me. 】
This is also moral kidnapping.
He turned off his phone.
Qiao Yu was restless throughout the morning.
It’s not that the “conscience” itself doesn’t exist, but that the five-digit transfer is too hot to handle.
Want to collect.
That's what I really want to collect.
Ill-gotten gains should not be taken, but what belongs to him should not be lost.
After calming down last night, Qiao Yu planned to go to Qingxiao to calculate his wages for this month.
However, what he didn't expect was that this five-digit commission actually had a source.
Young Master Jiang blamed all the wine that Brother Wang brought back last night as a treasure on him.
Qiao Yu has six points to say: "..."
"I can't take this money."
He simply felt that he would suffer retribution if he took it.
Anyone who takes anything related to Jiang Mian will suffer retribution.
Brother Wang got angry instantly: "I have money but I don't want a bastard!"
Qiao Yu was even more anxious than him: "I am a bastard!"
I calculated the wages I deserved, eight hundred and twenty-three.
Not only did the bastard Joe lose his part-time job, he will also have to pay for his good mood for the next few months.
He took the money and prepared to leave.
Unfortunately, before he even walked out of the bar, Luo Hao, who had heard the news, came forward and blocked his way like a wall.
"What a coincidence."
What a coincidence.
Qiao Yu turned around and went through the back door.
Luo Hao rushed in front of him again, and got straight to the point without saying anything nonsense: "You know Jiang Shao, right?"
It's close to the face and widened.
Qiao Yu held her head and screamed in her heart, but she looked very calm: "I don't know him."
Then plan to continue running.
"He was in a car accident five years ago."
With just one word, Qiao Yu's foot stepped on the brakes and stopped instantly.
"What?"
"Five years ago," Luo Hao repeated, "in the UK, he was in a car accident that hit his brain. He stayed in the hospital for three months. After he woke up, he chose to forget a lot of things."
Qiao Yu looked confused.
Luo Hao glanced sideways, but quickly retracted his gaze: "He also just returned to China recently and wants to find someone."
Qiao Yu frowned: "Who are you looking for?"
"Looking for... you?" Luo Hao's words were vague, but he looked serious. "Although he didn't remember the person's name or what he looked like, he knew you were the one he was looking for as soon as he saw you."
The corner of Qiao Yu's mouth twitched.
“And you do know each other.”
Qiao Yu was silent for a moment and summarized their conversation.
"That is to say, although Young Master Jiang couldn't remember anything, he was able to find Huaicheng from Jing City, then find Qingxiao in Huaicheng, and find me in Qingxiao, and then he discovered that I was the person he was looking for, whose name and appearance he couldn't even remember."
"Haha," Luo Hao scratched the back of his head, "It should be... like this."
It was so far-fetched that even I laughed.
Qiao Yu felt like the volcano above his head was about to erupt, and he wanted to burn everyone present to death.
"He has no mouth? He wants you to say these things?"
Just as he finished speaking, a figure stood up secretly in the booth behind Luo Hao and turned around.
Yesterday's Jade Emperor now felt guilty and became a eunuch. Under Qiao Yu's gaze, he cleared his throat pretending to be calm.
"You have a mouth, speak now."
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