Huayue lives up to Qin Zonggong

When Qin Long came out of the exchange, he was already in the golden black.

A ray of setting sun hangs on the treetops, and the concrete buildings are like piano keys one after another, covering and squeezing each other, casting a shady shadow on the road.

"Are you here? You're doing well today?" The greasy and fat uncle Lao Jin came out of the kitchen with a cigarette in his mouth, sweat beads soaking his colorless white vest: "Old rules?"

Qin Long nodded, no special joy or anger could be seen on his face: "Add more waist."

Lao Jin turned his head and shouted to the inside: "Noodles with waist and belly, put more peppers in the noodles." The cigarette on his mouth shook accordingly, some of the soot fell on the vest, and some were blown everywhere by the fan.

It was not time for dinner, and there was no one in the noodle shop, except for Qin Long and Lao Jin, there were flies buzzing around tirelessly.

Lao Jin is holding a fly swatter, his eyes are quick and his hands are as fast as the wind. "Crack!" A fly was nailed to the wall, and then it was blown by the strong wind of the electric fan and landed on the ground in an instant, leaving only a small wet stain on the wall.

"XX company, there are three down limit in a row." Qin Long raised his thick eyebrows, and sat down at the table with great determination.

"I sold his house yesterday." Old Jin Jin came over with flip-flops, brought two bottles of cold beer, and sat across from Qin Long: "We young people can't afford money. Hey, I said, Three years ago, I felt that futures would be promising, but now this noodle shop is left.”

Qin Long smiled, stretched out his hand to support the disposable cup, watched the delicate hop foam slowly rise, and tapped the table twice with his middle finger: "Big companies and big companies have the confidence, and they are not afraid of the limit, and we can still close the position to make a profit. Small investors should withdraw as soon as they should, or they will be crushed to death without knowing how to die."

Lao Jin took a sip of beer, with foam still on his mouth, and sighed endlessly: "Last year, Li Dewen jumped from the building opposite, and fell so badly."

Li Dewen is a legend in the circle, with a flexible mind and courage, and once created the myth of becoming rich millions overnight.

It is also the same legend, last year he gambled all his net worth on aluminum, and he was so full of ambition that he went bankrupt.Jumped off the twelfth floor, bloody and brain splattered.

"It's always safer to make the real thing." The noodles were served hot, Qin Long opened the chopsticks, and started to eat.

After drinking slowly, Lao Jin stretched his waist and stood up: "These days I plan to liquidate my business completely and sell noodles in the future, so I can live for a few more years. Xiao Qin, I think you will come out when you find a chance Well, doing futures is not a long-term solution.”

The man wiped his mouth with his hand, and nodded cheerfully: "I cleared it completely today. Lao Jin, the money comes and goes quickly. I will start a small business with that little capital, and plan to make a long-term plan step by step. "

Lao Jin smiled with satisfaction and showed his big gold teeth: "A child can be taught, not greedy or impetuous. Xiao Qin, you will be able to develop greatly in the future, not just a little bit."

"Accept your good words." The tall man squinted his eyes and smiled with neat white teeth, like a rebellious lone wolf on the northwest grassland.

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Back at the rental house, Qin Long slowly brushed his teeth, washed his face and watched TV for a while.When it was almost nine o'clock, the man put on knee-length beach pants and a black vest, put two red bills in his pocket, pulled on his slippers before going out, grabbed a handful of condoms from the drawer of the shoe cabinet, and sent them to the Family Planning Office. The kind of single small package.

The summer night is still hot, the leaves are motionless, and swarms of small midges are flying around under the dim street lamps, accidentally bumping into the face.

The area where the man rented was a mixed bag, and it belonged to the three-way zone in city A.There are people of all kinds.

Those who pull down black cars on the overpass, those who sell pornographic CDs on the side of the road, those who open hair salons with pink lights, and those who fight.There are only things you can't think of here, but nothing you can't find.

Others may have no choice but to settle here, but Qin Long is like a fish in water.

This man is tall and mighty, 1.9 meters tall, his tendons seem to have been trained, and his scalp is extremely short and round, so he is tough to mess with.

On the road, some hooligans greeted enthusiastically: "Brother Long, are you going for a walk?"

Qin Long nodded, looking at the little ruffian who was standing there without looking good: "What time is it yet to go home?"

The little gangster had a hippie smile on his face: "Pick me up after class later."

A few steps forward is Sister Fang's shampoo room.It seems that business is not going well tonight. A woman in her 40s took a chair and sat by the door to enjoy the cool air, while eating sunflower seeds: "Where is Dalong going? Come in and have a seat?"

"Sister Fang, stop teasing me." Qin Long waved his hands, smiling like a good-natured gentleman, "I'm so poor that I'm about to become a pair of pants, how can I have the face to go in and sit around?"

Sister Fang giggled, half-truth and half-false: "Oh, it's Dalong's condition, Xiaoli Honghong and the others rushed to post it. You have high eyesight, and you still don't know if you are Sister Fang."

The tall man scratched his scalp, and the 26-year-old man said naively: "Sister Fang is making fun of me again..."

Walking across the overpass all the way, down the thirteen steps of dilapidated potholes, and turning to the right, in the quiet alley, on one side is the vegetable subway screen facing the railway, and on the other side is a row of old small bungalows.

Qin Long squinted his eyes, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, took a deep breath, and walked towards the innermost room.

The mottled blue wooden window is half open, and the inside is covered with brown lattice curtains, which are not made of good material, and are vaguely reflected by the dim light.

After knocking on the door twice, a clear man's voice came from inside: "Who is it?"

"Me." After steadying his breath, Qin Long said, "Qin Long."

The footsteps inside gradually approached, and with a creak, the door was opened by a quarter, revealing a young and handsome face, looking at Qin Long with a smile on his face: "Brother Long, why don't you?" Are you free? Aren’t you busy with big business?”

"Xiao Liang." Qin Long took two puffs of the cigarette, pinched his thumb and index finger and threw it on the ground, and raised his chin into the room: "Is there anyone?"

"No one." Xiao Liang was in his early twenties, 1.7 meters thin and thin, with a bit of boyish indisputability: "I'm going to sleep."

Such a eviction order...

The man held the two wet pink notes in his trouser pocket with his right hand, and nodded briskly: "Understood." After speaking, he turned around and left without hesitation.

"Qin Long!" Xiao Liang yelled angrily behind him, and even listened carefully, with a bit of hatred: "You bastard, go and let me see?!"

The man with his back to the young man grinned silently, turned around with an honest and helpless face: "I came as soon as I had time, since you're not happy, I'll leave..."

"Come in!" The boy pouted, twisted his body and went back to the room.

Qin Long followed into the door, carefully inserted the door latch and closed the window, walked over in two steps, and hugged the sulking young man from behind: "What kind of mood are you getting into?"

"You haven't been here for half a month. Xiao Liang thought that Brother Long must be well-developed. I don't care about Xiao Liang." The young man was weak, and his eyes were red as he talked.

"No way," the man coaxed him: "Didn't Brother Long come here after saving money?" He said, took out the 200 yuan in his pocket, and stuffed it directly into the boy's waistband.

Xiao Liang wanted to turn his head, but was held by the man and couldn't move: "I told you earlier, who cares about your money! Take it back!"

"Then where is it?" Qin Long smiled and kissed the boy's mouth, vaguely: "One yard is one yard, Xiaoliang is opening the door for business, how can Long brother break the rules..."

"Oh... Xiaoliang's business... sells women's clothing... not..."

After a few minutes, the young man was left to breathe, how could he have the strength to defend himself?

The sound insulation of dilapidated houses is not good. Even if the doors and windows are closed, the high and low groans cannot be shut off.

In the grass, the crickets chirped tirelessly, and stopped for a while when they were frightened by the boy's occasional high-pitched screams, but soon found that there was no danger, and continued to sing happily.

The boy's ending voice broke the tune, full of pain and enjoyment, his speech was incoherent, and the blood of those who listened was throbbing.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

The creaking little broken bed rang for most of the night, almost without a stop, from 09:30 to [-] o'clock in the middle of the night.Xiaoliang cried intermittently and couldn't cry.

"...you fucking...you're a beast...in heat...endlessly...just stabbing to death..."

When Qin Long came out of the hut, Xiao Liang didn't get out of bed.

Covering the door lightly, the man was sweating but refreshed.

Walking briskly on the road, in the dead of night, even the wind is much cooler.

When he reached the intersection, Qin Long stopped in his tracks.He turned his head and stared at the small room with the lights off for a few seconds, then turned around without hesitation and strode away.

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