I Need to Skip Out on this Marriage

It was purely a coincidence that Wen Qi would appear in the art exhibition.

He turned two corners on his bicycle and arrived at the square not long after. Then he came up with a way to make money. He babbled nonsense to Boss Huang and managed to make a fortune.

What made him even more satisfied was that a young artist next to him heard his explanation and excitedly wanted to make friends with him.

He went along with the flow and had dinner with the family, and then went to the family's nest as a guest with "unforgivable hospitality".As a result, we chatted until late at night, and the young man Mao Saidun was going to stay up all night. He was very moved, and praised this man's spirit of loving art, and took the only bed without feeling guilty.

The next morning, he passed the young man who fell asleep on the carpet at some point, left a note to say goodbye, and then went to the aircraft trading center in the city.Yesterday, he inadvertently learned from Boss Huang's bodyguard that this is Boss Huang's property, and he also knew that Boss Huang would come today, so he planned to have a chance encounter, and it would be best if he could take advantage of Boss Huang's favor to fly away with an aircraft.

Wen Qi put his hands in his pockets, pretended to be looking at the aircraft, and walked leisurely towards the crowded place. Sure enough, after a while, he heard someone calling him.

Boss Huang was pleasantly surprised: "Mr. Jiang?"

Wen Qi turned his head, his eyes first fell on Mr. Zhuo, and then turned to Boss Huang, his expression instantly completed the transition from doubt to surprise, and he was also very pleasantly surprised: "Boss Huang, what a coincidence, you also came to see the aircraft?"

"No, I opened this place, and I brought my friends here today," Boss Huang said, looking at Mr. Zhuo, and introduced, "He is the artist I mentioned yesterday."

Mr. Zhuo spotted the boy long before Boss Huang said anything, and nodded to the boy with a smile on his lips.

The assistant next to him was a little gloating, thinking that this kid ran into the victim just after defrauding other people's money. Already—Boss Huang curiously asked the boy why he came here, and when he learned that the boy wanted to use the aircraft as the material for his next work, he immediately offered to provide one.

The assistant's jaw almost fell to the ground.

What do I mean?

You cheated someone out of a sum of money yesterday, and today you want to cheat someone out of an aircraft?Did this kid come to block Boss Huang on purpose?Are you so insane?

He couldn't help but look at the boss, wanting to know what this person's expression was, but he saw that the curvature of the corner of the boss's mouth was exactly the same as before, listening to their chat quietly, as if he were an unaware bystander.

He silently turned his gaze back.

Boss Huang said: "How about it? Even if I pay the deposit."

Wen Qi shook his head: "That won't work. I just have an idea right now, and I don't know how long it will take to make it. I won't sign a contract with anyone before I make the finished product."

Boss Huang hurriedly said, "It's okay, I'll wait as long as I want."

Wen Qi still shook his head, his attitude was very firm: "I have to be responsible for my work, it is an idea, not a commodity."

"Yes, you're right." Boss Huang felt ashamed of his own smell of copper, so he took the next best thing, "Then if you make a finished product in the future, I hope you will give me priority."

"That's no problem," Wen Qi smiled sincerely, "Most people can't understand my thinking, but if you can understand it, it's my bosom friend, a bosom friend is more important than anything else, I'll give it to you for free after I'm done. "

Boss Huang was flattered immediately, and quickly said no. Seeing that the young man insisted on giving it away, he decided to wait until that day to put in the money, and then began to talk excitedly with him about the idea of ​​a new work.

Wen Qi pointed to an aircraft beside him: "Look, aircraft are smart, safe, convenient, and fast, the product of technological development. They are indifferent and unkind, much like people in modern metropolises, but they are often cold It’s just the surface of a person, I want to dig deep into its heart and even its soul, and make it come alive through my hands.”

Boss Huang was very excited: "What do you want to do?"

"First of all, it's still a collision of emotions, but this time I want to create a cathartic effect..."

Wen Qi walked side by side with him, giving full play to his nonsense skills, talking in a clear and eloquent manner, and occasionally adding a little story, the content is very attractive.

Mr. Zhuo's smile deepened.

Although Fatty Huang accompanied him to see the aircraft this time, after throwing him down, he wasn't as upset as he was last night.

The assistant was stunned for a while, seeing the boy's artistry, he felt that the poor boy he met yesterday was just a dream.

wrong!They only saw the young man riding a bicycle and did not observe each other in detail. What if he was going to an art exhibition?

He looked at it for a while, and couldn't hold back anymore, and began to glance at the boss.

Mr. Zhuo slowed down and walked to an aircraft, and said, "What?"

The assistant asked in a low voice: "Boss, do you think that...is he really an artist?"

Mr. Zhuo glanced at him, smiled and pinched him hard on the face, and left.

"..." The assistant pondered for a while, feeling that the boss meant that he was too sweet, and couldn't help but look at the boy again, heartbroken at the annihilation of humanity, and walked back with a dark face.

At this time, the discussion between Boss Huang and the young man finally came to an end. The former listened intoxicated and said, "Sir, you are really amazing. This idea is very good. If you need my help, don't be polite to me."

Wen Qi said inwardly that he didn't waste his words, thought for a while and said, "Well, I want to go to a developed country or a relatively famous big city first to find some inspiration."

Boss Huang said straightforwardly: "That's easy, I'll send someone to take you off!"

Wen Qi said: "No, it's too troublesome, besides, I don't know where to go..."

He paused just right, "Oh, by the way, you just said that this is your property, do people often come to buy aircraft? As far as you know, are they going to go elsewhere in the near future? I want to choose one at random, Obedience to God's will may have unexpected gains."

Before Boss Huang could speak, Mr. Zhuo interjected: "I'm going to Manxingdian, are you interested?"

Wen Qi looked at him.

During the chat, he has never ignored the existence of this man. This man is very young and handsome, but his aura is too strong. black.

Mr. Zhuo didn't know what the boy was thinking, and added: "Let's go today."

"Oh yes," Boss Huang said, "Didn't your communicator accidentally break down while working on the previous work? You can save a lot of trouble on the way by following him."

Wen Qi said: "Then Man Xingdian, what is the name of this gentleman?"

"My surname is Zhuo," Mr. Zhuo said, "I also read your work yesterday, it is very powerful, we can chat more on the way."

Wen Qi smiled and said, "No problem."

Mr. Zhuo finalized an aircraft of the latest model, patted Boss Huang on the shoulder quite tenderly, and signaled him to go through the formalities.

Boss Huang originally wanted to chat with Mr. Jiang, but at this moment he suddenly realized that he had ignored Mr. Zhuo all the way. Seeing that Mr. Zhuo seemed to be calling "Baby" intimately again in the next moment, his heart trembled, and he hurriedly asked someone to do it. The registration was completed in a few minutes, and the Buddha and a certain great artist were respectfully sent away, hoping that the former could change his personality under the influence of the master.

The aircraft hovered almost silently, and rushed into the sky neatly.

Looking at the clouds outside the window, Wen Qi felt that his luck was very good recently, because it was Man Xing Dian that he wanted to go to.

To be more precise, he wants to go to Roca City in the country of Man Xingdian.

When the original owner was taken away by human traffickers, the place where he settled was Roca City, and his face was changed there. He wanted to investigate that force and find out who was behind the scenes.

He has always disliked things beyond his control.

If the person behind the scenes only has some personal friendship with this force, and when he comes home and lurks again, and destroys all the evidence, it will be too difficult for him to investigate, so he has to do it when they are not prepared. .

And the original owner is a delicate young master. Those people's attention is probably still gathering stars, thinking of searching for him from all over the world, they will never guess that he will reach Roca City alone-this is a good guy who digs out his lair. Chance.

"Where is Mr. Jiang from?"

Wen Qi restrained his mind and looked at Mr. Zhuo, then opened his mouth and made some nonsense.

Mr. Zhuo looked up and thought for a while, and asked, "It seems that there are many artists in your place?"

"Really," Wen Qi didn't reveal any flaws, "I don't know about it. I haven't been back for several years, and I've been wandering around."

Mr. Zhuo nodded, and chatted with him casually, and found that he hadn't misunderstood. The boy's behavior and conversation really seemed to be well-educated, which was different from the flashy skin of ordinary liars. , there is really something inside, no wonder Fatty Huang will be fooled.

But yesterday's miserable appearance really looked like a wage earner, which had nothing to do with the word "education".

It's a little bit magical, Mr. Zhuo thought.

The speed of the aircraft was very fast, and it was not a problem to obtain the flight permit midway. Four hours later, they entered Man Xingdian and finally landed in a villa area in a city.Wen Qi simply looked out the window and asked, "Which city is this?"

Mr. Zhuo opened the door and went down, saying, "Roca City."

Wen Qi was slightly startled, and said calmly: "Oh, it's the first time I've come to Luoka. Is Mr. Zhuo from here?"

Mr. Zhuo said: "No, it's my first time here too. This is a hotel with good conditions. You can choose to stay here."

Wen Qi felt relieved.

He had just heard the name of the city, and for a moment he suspected that this person might be related to that force, but now it doesn't look like it.He said: "No, I want to go to the downtown area to feel the atmosphere of this city, thank you Mr. Zhuo."

Mr. Zhuo had no objection, and called the hotel staff to see him off, then turned around and entered the reserved villa.

The assistant observed all the way, thinking that the boss would expose the young man's evil deeds and punish him, he was puzzled when he saw this, "Just let him go like this?"

Mr. Zhuo said: "Otherwise? I look like a person who punishes evil and promotes good? Do you want me to be kind and help you buy the cemetery now?"

The assistant said: "...no need for the boss."

"That fat man is too stupid to blame others," Mr. Zhuo poured a glass of red wine, "Everyone has their own way of life, and he didn't mess with me, so why should I mess with his good business?"

The assistant wanted to reply in an instant, haven't you always been mean?This kind of thing that destroys people's dreams is so slippery, but he really didn't have the guts to say it, so he swallowed the words silently, and then remembered that the boss likes to have fun, this young man may make the boss find it interesting, so it helped busy.

He understood it, took two steps, and suddenly asked, "I don't understand, why didn't he let Boss Huang deliver it?"

Mr. Zhuo sneered: "The fat man is so enthusiastic, how much trouble would it be if he sent someone to take care of him?"

The assistant said, "He can slip."

"If Fatty suspects that he's been fooled by slipping away, won't he offend him?" Mr. Zhuo said, "Don't forget that he asked for Fatty's communication number before he left. Pretty smart."

He took a sip of his wine and looked at his subordinates, "Smarter than you."

The assistant felt a little bad because of the meaningful and twists and turns of "Ah", afraid that the boss's next sentence would be to replace him, so he quickly brought up another topic.

The staff of the hotel are not philanthropists, they just send people down the hillside to the gate of the elegant, beautiful and inaccessible hotel, and that's it.

It was already night at that time, and he was going to solve the accommodation problem first. After thinking about it for a while, he decided on entertainment venues. Unexpectedly, the first club he chose told him that he needed a membership card, so he had no choice but to return home.

He stood at the door and looked at the very vulgar name, secretly guessing that he might have picked the wrong place. After all, based on his previous life experience, there are a few inconspicuous clubhouses that contain mystery and serve specific groups of people.

He made a "tsk" sound in his heart, and quickly changed to another one. Because it was an alley, he was stopped by the gangsters before he could reach the main entrance.The gangsters looked him up and down: "What are you doing?"

Wen Qi said, "Tourists."

The little gangster asked, "Do you know the rules?"

Wen Qi looked at them and asked in a good temper, "Want money?"

"Yes, I asked for cash, but I didn't go to get it. There was a cash withdrawal next to me." Seeing the kid unload his backpack, the gangsters thought he was going to take money. They were about to praise him, but they were beaten by him immediately, and immediately " Aww" screamed: "Damn, do you know who we are!"

"It doesn't matter who you are." Wen Qi originally planned to change his attire and beat him up without any pressure. He didn't give up until they started begging for mercy, handed over all their cash, and stepped on a person slowly under their trembling eyes. After reading it again, he smiled and sighed: "What a shame."

The gangsters were beaten, and asked cautiously, "What... what shame?"

Wen Qi laughed and said, "It's a shame to rob you bastards."

Nima!

The little gangster had a distorted expression, but he had to smile apologetically: "Then don't, don't rob it?"

Wen Qi said: "No matter how small a mosquito is, it's still meat. Besides, if you rob me, of course I have to rob you. That's only fair."

Didn't we succeed?

The little gangster wanted to vomit blood, but dared not speak out.

Wen Qi collected the money, dusted off his clothes and walked out of the alley, but when he looked up, he saw an acquaintance leaning on the wall at the entrance of the alley, who had been here for some time.

Mr. Zhuo looked at Wen Qi, the warm emotion in his eyes was perfectly hidden in the dim light.

He felt that the young man was a poor boy on the street, and the next moment this man was able to defraud Boss Huang of a sum of money.

He felt that the young man was a liar, and the next moment this man was able to speak well and appeared in Boss Huang's sight again.

He felt that the young man's tutor was good, and the next moment this man could deal with the little bastard cleanly.

Time and time again, he finally became completely interested in this boy.

He raised a smile: "Coincidentally, we met again."