Chapter 59 Greed 2 Hello, Uncle!
Chang Qiuyi and Kong Jiayu subconsciously became nervous and looked at Fang Zijing. Even if he had hired someone to smash up Xiao Guanlan, the Kong family would still support him and make him do it well. As soon as Kong Jiaze came, he chose to offend someone he shouldn't offend.
"Hahahaha, oh my god." Fang Zijing's eyes widened, he stretched out his hand to support the moon door, laughed out loud, and stretched out his hand as if to get closer to Kong Yanze. "My brother's words are really interesting."
Kong Yanze's face was a little too delicate to be considered a woman's, but he did have that kind of delicate beauty that made it hard to tell whether he was female or male. His facial features were just right, and they were simple.
He has such a mean mouth, but if you turn your head slightly, you can see some baby fat on his cheeks, which makes people feel that nothing he says is provocative.
Fang Zijing was secretly shocked. These characters, which were the kind that would make one depressed after seeing those first-rate plastic surgery products, were exactly what he liked.
"Brother, can you add me as your contact?"
Kong Yanze didn't walk away immediately because he saw Chang Yiqiu's bad face. He hid in Kong Jiayu's side in annoyance. Fang Zijing pulled a trumpet creeper roughly, and the petals and leaves shook for a long time, and the leaves fell on his head.
"No cell phone." He didn't get too close to Kong Jiayu, and sneered, but when he saw Chang Yiqiu's eyes, he added reluctantly, "I don't have it with me."
Fang Zijing didn't mind at all, and even took a step back, but the look was an undisguised offense, so he sat back.
"It seems that my brother doesn't like me or is too unfamiliar. I'll take you out to play next time."
Kong Yanze loosened his clenched hands and immediately looked at Chang Qiuyi, his voice much gentler: "Aunt Chang, I'm tired. I'll go back first."
Chang Qiuyi smiled and took a piece of paper to wipe the sweat off his forehead. He actually bent over obediently and moved closer to Chang Qiuyi, with some awkwardness of a grown boy on his face.
"Okay, okay, go back now. You've always been shy since childhood." Chang Qiuyi patted his cheek, picked up his loose shirt, and nagged him: "It's baggy and doesn't look like good material. You won't wear any of the clothes I bought for you."
When he dodged, a thin waistline was outlined by the fabric. Wang Zhiyan acted like an outsider, drinking tea and eating grapes leisurely, occasionally glancing over. From his angle, he could feel the perky butt and long legs.
He lowered his eyes, bit the whole grape along with the seeds, and swallowed it along with the skin.
"Aunt Chang... I'm not..." Kong Yanze whispered a few words, and then realized something. He turned around and saw Fang Zijing's straight eyes, and immediately turned around and left.
"Aunt Chang, brother, I'll go back first." Chang Qiuyi patted his shoulder, but Kong Jiayu didn't even look at him.
Kong Yanze lost interest in kicking stones. He walked across the lawn with his shoes in hand to the peach tree, looked up and carefully examined the fruits. When he could see a lot of green fruits, he patted the trunk with satisfaction and walked back.
The second bedroom farthest from the front yard is Xiao Guanlan's room. It is not as big as theirs, but it is on the first floor. There is not so much elaborate decoration here. But there is a semi-open balcony in the bedroom. Sometimes he can walk directly from the balcony into the small yard and of course he can see his small peach tree.
Kong Yanze sat down relaxedly on the rattan recliner and turned on the projection in front of him. The screen was a ballet. He was not watching the plot, but concentrating on watching the movements of each actor.
As he was reading, his mind wandered a little. Kong Yanze remembered Fang Zijing's eyes following him just now. He got up and sat on the ground in an upset mood. He reached out to open the drawer and touched a few hard cards stuck on it.
Knock knock knock
There were exactly three knocks on the door. Kong Yanze shuddered all over and immediately stuffed all the sundries he had taken out into the drawer and pushed the drawer back.
Almost at the same time, the door was opened.
Kong Yanze didn't look at it, he just stood up and bowed his head and called out, "Father."
He only saw a pair of shiny black leather shoes walking towards him on the wooden floor. He subconsciously closed his eyes and shrank his neck.
"Sir." Chang Qiuyi's voice suddenly came over. "I just sent the two young masters to the door. Sir, dinner is ready, let's eat first."
Kong Yanze didn't look up. The cool breeze from the air conditioner had already made his forehead sweaty. During the half minute he waited for him to speak, Kong Yanze kept clenching his fingers.
"After dinner, come to the study."
Kong Yanze's shoulders relaxed as he watched the pair of black leather shoes disappear from his sight. He heard a slight click as the door was closed, and then he fell to the ground as if exhausted.
I haven't passed the test yet, I still have to go to the study. Kong Yanze leaned back against the bed leg and cursed softly: "Old Deng, why don't you die to purify the earth's environment."
No one came to bring him food, and no one came to call him to eat. Instead, Kong Yanze breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that this old Deng didn't have any more problems. If he was so nice to him one day, he would really be worried.
He sat like that, leaning against the bedpost for quite a while. The floor-to-ceiling windows were very transparent, but the night after the sunset seemed inexplicably eerie.
Knock knock knock
"Young Master, you can go to the study now."
Kong Yanze took a deep breath, opened the door and walked to the front yard. Lao Deng's study was on the third floor, so he had to take the elevator. As the elevator door opened, Kong Yanze saw a figure out of the corner of his eye.
He called out tentatively in a low voice: "Brother?"
But when he walked to the study, he didn't see anyone and thought he was seeing things.
He walked into the study and saw Lao Deng sitting upright in his seat, holding a contract in his hand. He was wearing glasses and looking at it with a frown on his brows. He had earphones in his ears, probably listening to a report.
Kong Heng is already over 50 years old, and he only has some white streaks in his hair and some wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and between his eyebrows, but he doesn't have a middle-aged belly or baldness.
On one side of the long desk were documents and on the other side was a set of tea sets. Kong Yanze knew that the love that Old Deng gave him was less than one-tenth of the love he had for his treasured porcelain cups and tea sets.
"Got it. You guys continue to follow up and don't act rashly." Kong Heng put down the document in his hand and glanced at Kong Yanze who was standing there motionless.
"Mr. Zhou will land tomorrow. Please make arrangements to pick him up at Xiao Guanlan. I don't need to remind you of its importance."
He then took off his headphones and threw them on the table, making a small noise. Kong Yanze's ears felt numb, and he quickly came to his senses and greeted him in a low voice.
"Father."
Kong Heng sat upright in the chair, leaning back and looking at his face with an expressionless face, and then tapped the table lightly with his fingers a few times.
Kong Yanze's back relaxed and he walked to the side, where there was a golf bucket. In addition to the golf club, there was also a long bamboo stick in it. It was rectangular, somewhat elastic and a bit hard.
He took it out and put it on the table himself, then stood back.
Kong Heng stood up, took it and swung it twice, and the sound of breaking through the air rang in his ears twice. Kong Yanze closed his eyes tightly, his spine unconsciously tensed, and then there was a burning pain that he had no time to react to.
"Do you know why?"
Kong Yanze rolled his eyes in his heart and immediately replied that it was because your own project failed and you lost money, and you couldn't find anyone to help clean up the mess, so you found an opportunity to vent your anger on me.
"The other party shouldn't have said anything rude."
Knock knock knock…
There was a sudden knock on the study door, and Kong Heng stopped. Kong Yanze's cold sweat dripped down his forehead into the corners of his eyes, but he couldn't wipe it off.
"Father, Mr. Fang invites my brother and I to go horseback riding together tomorrow."
Kong Jiayu walked in, stood in front of Kong Yanze and looked at Kong Heng. Kong Heng glanced at Kong Jiayu and Kong Yanze with an ambiguous look, responded in a low voice, and threw the bamboo stick in his hand back into the ball bucket.
"Yan Ze, your troupe has confirmed the time for the first rehearsal, which is the day before your birthday. Your nineteenth birthday party, which Aunt Chang has carefully prepared for a long time, is more important..."
"It's still in time!" Kong Yanze hurriedly took a step forward, a little anxiously forgetting that this was in Kong Heng's study, and he quickly lowered his voice. "It's still in time, father, I won't miss the birthday party."
"Really?" Kong Heng laughed.
"It's not easy for you to stay at home for a while, so you should know how to share the burden when there are things at home. If either Fang Zijing or Wang Zhiyan, whom you met today, had more business dealings with the Kong family, your father wouldn't have such a hard time now."
Kong Heng poured a cup of tea, looked at his face, admired his pale face, and continued with satisfaction.
"You are just as lovable as your mother, Yanze."
"This is a rare good thing. Now that you are older, please be more considerate of your father."
Kong Yanze took a deep breath and agreed without hesitation: "I understand, I will do my best."
Kong Heng nodded and took out a cell phone from the drawer: "Then contact the people in your dance troupe. Practice more in your home dance studio before the official rehearsal. Don't we still have to go through the final selection?"
Kong Yanze took two deep breaths before he suppressed his joy and took the phone.
"Talk to some of the brothers tomorrow."
Kong Yanze's fingers trembled and he responded in a low voice.
Kong Jiayu and Kong Yanze walked out together. Only after they entered the elevator did Kong Jiayu sneer.
"Today you vividly demonstrated what it means to ask for trouble."
"Thanks."
Kong Yanze didn't respond to him, which made Kong Jiayu blush. Finally, he waited for the elevator door to open before saying something.
"It wasn't me who told the secret today."
After saying that, the person disappeared in an instant. Kong Yanze was stunned for a moment and chuckled.
"I know."
*
It rained heavily the next morning, and Kong Heng left Xiaoguanlan early in the morning.
Fang Zijing had no choice but to postpone the horseback riding until the day after tomorrow. Kong Yanze was refreshed and ate an extra egg to celebrate. Chang Qiuyi finished the porridge and looked at the two children whose faces turned from gloomy to bright. He sighed softly, but couldn't help laughing.
"You guys are still kids!"
Kong Jiayu looked at Kong Yanze who was stuffing something into his mouth, frowned, made a sound, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.
"Aunt Chang, he is the only child. He is not even twenty years old."
Aunt Chang covered her mouth with her hands and cried out, then stood up and patted someone on the shoulder: "They are still children." After saying that, she lowered her eyes to look at Kong Yanze, whose cheeks were bulging.
Soft black hair, drooping eyelashes, and a straight nose. He looked up at Chang Qiuyi and called her vaguely, "Aunt Chang?"
A very outstanding child, in a position where he shouldn't be so outstanding.
"Yan Ze, are you still going to practice dancing today?" She quickly concealed the sadness in her eyes, asked him with a smile, and pinched his face with her fingers.
Kong Yanze swallowed the food in his mouth, raised his chin with a smile and said, "Of course, otherwise how can I maintain my position as the chief?"
Kong Jiayu sneered: "No wonder he is the chief, he can fit two eggs in his mouth."
Aunt Chang patted him on the back of the head gently and said with a smile: "Don't make fun of your brother!"
Kong Yanze smiled at him smugly, but rolled his eyes instead and got a pat on the back.
"Don't roll your eyes at your brother!"
The rain didn't last long and stopped around noon. During lunch, the two brothers looked unhappy again, fearing that Fang Zijing would call them.
The afternoon sun was so bright again, the leaves were washed and dried. The small Guanlan looked beautiful everywhere after the rain, with lots of mint. With careful design and maintenance, there were no insects at all.
Fang Zijing didn't call until after three in the afternoon. Kong Yanze calculated that it was completely safe. It was already evening when he went there and back, so he had nothing to do today.
He was turning his head to apply medicine on himself in front of the mirror, and thinking about how he didn't have to go through that process today, he laughed out loud.
"Masochism."
Kong Jiayu rolled his eyes at him, holding the ointment in his hand. Kong Yanze chuckled and immediately lay on the bed and lifted his shirt.
Kong Jiayu suddenly stopped talking and just applied the medicine to him in silence.
"You shouldn't have come back."
"How could I not come back? That old Deng sent people to block my apartment, and also sent people to the theater to arrest me. I was directly brought back from Country F."
Kong Jiayu didn't know what to say. After listening to his exaggerated description with a smile, he slapped his whip marks.
“I don’t understand anything!”
Kong Yanze wailed, and then after a long while he whispered, "I understand."
"Kong Heng is a businessman, and I am the commodity now. He wants to find a suitable person to sell me for money."
After saying that, he chuckled again: "Sure enough, I have always been the most handsome one since I was a child."
Kong Jiayu didn't say anything in response to his joke. He suddenly pulled off his T-shirt and turned away.
Kong Yanze lay down, turned his head to look at the small peach tree in the courtyard, and sighed softly.
It didn't matter, as long as he could still go on stage and finish the dance, he could endure everything before, and it wasn't that bad. The good thing about a young master like Fang Zijing was that he had some dignity, so they didn't do anything to him.
After drying his back for a while, he casually pulled out a cross-body vest and a pair of loose shorts and put them on. He hastily pushed his hair back and opened the balcony door to look at his small peach tree.
The little peach tree has been growing for eight years. Normally, it should have borne fruit in four or five years, but no matter how carefully it was cared for, there were only a few pitiful little pink flowers, let alone peaches.
This year is different. Maybe it’s because he has been at home for a longer time this year. Kong Yanze thought so happily. Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but touch the small green fruits within his reach.
This is a peach tree, with fine hairs on it. Sunlight leaked through the long green leaves. Ye Yanze squinted his eyes, smiled, and stretched out his hand to rub the skin of the small green peach, feeling the fine hairs on his hand.
"Mr. Zhou! How did you get here?"
Kong Yanze was startled and his whole body shuddered. He subconsciously squatted under the tree. Then he remembered that there was nothing to block his view here, so he stood up again by holding the tree.
He turned around and saw a servant at the wisteria trellis not far away, bending over and saying something to someone inside. The figure of Mr. Zhou was blocked by layers of green shade and vines, and Kong Yanze could only see a little bit of the hem of his gray suit.
"Mr. Zhou, you are here to enjoy the scenery. How is it? The scenery of Xiaoguanlan is pretty good, right?"
Such politeness and barely concealed flattery, is this the tone that Lao Deng could say? But what is the background of this Mr. Zhou that could make...
"Yan Ze! Why don't you come over and say hello? That's rude."
Kong Yanze was startled. His eyes were so sharp. This old man was indeed wearing reading glasses. Kong Yanze had just been beaten by him and was still in the stage of keeping his tail between his legs.
He walked along the lawn in the bright sunshine to the wisteria trellis, and first saw a group of elites in formal attire following Lao Deng. Kong Jiayu was also there. When he saw him approaching in a cross-country vest and shorts, he showed an expression that he couldn't bear to look at him.
The servants here were all dressed more decently than him, and Kong Yanze didn't feel uncomfortable at all. The only thing that made him uncomfortable was the cold look from Lao Deng. He frowned and winked at Kong Jiayu, then he turned around to look at Mr. Zhou.
"Kong Yanze? It's a good name."
Kong Yanze was stunned for a moment. It was the first time he heard a stranger he had just met praise his name. He looked up and met a pair of black eyes that were downcast and smiling.
Mr. Zhou was wearing a dark grey suit with a small flower sapphire brooch on his chest. His hair was parted on the side with the semi-long hair tied behind his head, revealing a handsome face that looked like he was of mixed race, with high eyebrows, a straight nose, deep eye sockets, and eyes that gave the illusion of smiling and affectionate expression.
Kong Yanze is 1.82 meters tall, which is the minimum height requirement for their troupe to recruit male ballet dancers, but in China, he is not considered short. To see Mr. Zhou, he actually has to raise his head a little.
Mr. Zhou stretched out his hand, and after a slight blink, Kong Yanze discovered that there was a small black mole in the folds of his double eyelids.
"Ah?" Kong Yanze looked at him curiously, then watched him stretch out his hand, and then turned back to look at Kong Jiayu.
Kong Jiayu glanced at Kong Heng, walked over and whispered, "Shake hands and say hello." Then he looked at Mr. Zhou and explained, "I'm sorry, this is my younger brother. He is still young and doesn't know much."
Kong Yanze reached out and shook his big hand, and his heart skipped a beat.
It's broken, and there are peach hairs on my hands...
"Hello, uncle!" Kong Yanze was startled and greeted him loudly under his smiling eyes.
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