look at other people's president

On a night in early winter in Beijing, the material is as steep as a rusty bronze knife, which is not comfortable.The scattered lights along the way are the sparks quenched from the edge.

Sitting in the back seat of the car, maybe the light flashed when I lowered my head occasionally, because I missed a certain knife attack in Beijing.

A whistle whistle made Dong Li look up, a green leather train had already passed the railroad tracks in the darkness, leaving behind a hoarse sound.It's 9:45 p.m. Beijing time. Li Xizi likes to play rap music while driving. At this moment, amidst the sweet cloud-like accompaniment, the singer is singing:

"If there is only one day left in life,

I think I'll take some money out of the company account,

Buy that new 2.4 car that you have been thinking about,

Neighbors will see when you go out,

I'll go to the love of my dreams,

I'm going to take her to the beach..."

The singing is not noisy, like spring water flowing from the clouds.Dong Li raised his hand and rubbed his temples. Li Xizi immediately turned down the music, but still stubbornly refused to turn it off.

Today was the press conference for "Shuoling Lue", but Dong Li couldn't take care of it.Even though he just spent the whole day drinking tea in Zhen Changyu's Xiangshan villa, he felt more tired than ever before, as if walking in the sea, a wave suddenly grabbed his ankle and fell into the surging sea, he could only wait A big tide, but it is not known whether it will be sent back to the shore or swept into the bottom of the sea.

He didn't know what fate he happened to pass by, and when he got home, all the lights were out.

As soon as Dong Li looked at him, Li Xizi dialed Gu Anfeng's cell phone knowingly.She didn't get through, her face darkened, and she called He Xingxing immediately, and a cheerful voice came from the other side. Hearing her question, she said strangely: "An'an drove back by herself in the afternoon."

By this time, no one had realized that Gu Anfeng had lost contact.Until the noon of the next day, Dong Li closed his bloodshot eyes, he was much haggard, and there were faint wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.He said: "Li Xizi, you must find out where Gu Anfeng has gone. Also, I want to know what happened after yesterday's press conference."

He has never looked more middle-aged than he does now.

Gu Anfeng stood at the gate of a dilapidated school. The walls of the school were painted with mottled white paint, and there were a few square red characters painted on it: "Fitness and self-cultivation, promote the Chinese martial spirit." Red The lacquer is not very full and even, and it can be seen that the traces of vigorous smearing were made when the calligraphy was done at that time.

The name of the school is written on a broken plaque hanging high, "Jingde Children's Martial Arts School". There are no neon lights, but a row of small light bulbs shine on the plaque.

Gu Anfeng bent down and entered the short security room, and threw the Gucci bag on his back on a flat bench at the entrance. That bag was bought for him at the airport duty-free shop by Dong Li when he went abroad once.He lifted a greasy blue curtain, and behind it was a narrow bedroom with a plank bed on which lay a crooked old man with his back to him.Hearing the movement, the old man turned over and sat up, squinted his eyes to look at him, and said, "It's Anwa, sit down."

His tone was so ordinary, as if it was 20 years ago, when Gu Anfeng was thirsty and sneaked into the security room to ask for water.He walked to the front slowly, picked up a green thermos from the ground, took some water from an enamel cup, and handed it to Gu Anfeng.Gu Anfeng took it and drank it up in one gulp, he was really thirsty.

The old man still asked slowly: "Are you okay?" Gu Anfeng nodded.

The old man asked again: "What do parents do for a living now?"

Gu Anfeng was stunned for a moment, and said, "Stay idle at home, I won't open a casino anymore."

The other party nodded, and struggled to pull out an oil-paper bag from the top of the chest of drawers, and pointed out a stack of red notes: "I can't use it, you take it back."

Gu Anfeng was indifferent: "You can take it with peace of mind, I am not short of money."

The old man put the ticket back, took out another blue ticket, and handed it forward: "Go and buy me a pack of cigarettes."

Gu Anfeng really went to buy cigarettes for him. Kuanzhai Alley connects Heshui Bridge. There were several grocery stores here 20 years ago. He can recall them even with his eyes closed.

When it was sent, Gu Anfeng had just reached the age of primary school, carrying a schoolbag of snacks, and threw them on his bedroll.At night, the boss in charge of the dormitory accompanied him to the latrine, rubbed his eyes and asked, "Are you done?"

Gu Anfeng was very sorry, climbed to his bed and took out a pack of snacks, stuffed it into his hand: "Here you eat!" After the boss finished eating, he licked his fingers and asked him: "Which ones are the best?" Gu Anfeng happily opened the schoolbag , Show him the count, the boss said "Oh", grabbed the few packets in his hand, and hid them in his bed.

Gu Anfeng was dumbfounded, his eye circles were red, he vaguely knew that he was being bullied, but who could he tell, he was a rootless duckweed here.When other students lined up to call their families with their tickets, the security guard on the phone asked him, "Aren't you calling?" Gu Anfeng raised his big eyes and said, "I don't know the number."

Parents themselves may not know the number of tomorrow. They buy a batch of goods, drive a small truck to a place where they may sell them, and find the next place if they can't sell them. Anyway, China is so big, there is always a place that can sell it. sell away.They really couldn’t sell it. They rented a deep shack and set up a mahjong table. The people who came to gamble were all poor ghosts, and the people who started the game were also poor ghosts.

At that time, Gu Anfeng often did not receive the remittance slip for a month or two. As time passed, others knew that his parents had been detained again, so they avoided him.

When students go to the cafeteria after practicing, no one can be left in the dormitory for fear of being thieves.The students bought vegetables for dinner, he sat in a corner of the cafeteria and ate dry steamed buns, and the security guard took him to his small room. In fact, he didn't have anything special to eat, but the steamed buns could be soaked in hot water, and there were also black pickles.

He knew that the security guards treated him well, and it wasn't because of his special eye-catching, but because he was the most pitiful.In this environment, he doesn't expect anyone to love him, and it seems that others don't expect him to understand what love is.The teacher said to him: "When you grow up, you will be rewarded with kindness."

Kindness and repayment are one yard for one yard, like the rice at the cafeteria window, if you give the meal ticket, you can get a big spoonful.No one cares what kind of feelings he has, because it doesn't matter.

Chu Yun also said the same: "If you still have a little gratitude to Dong Li, leave him as soon as possible."

She crossed her hands and looked sharply: "After Dong Li graduated from the best architecture school in China, he went to Cornell to study computer. Until he changed his career and returned to China, he wrote three softwares. The first one was bought by my brother." Well, the second one is the core product he developed for the company when he was working in my brother's company. The third one is the certificate he gave to Zhen Changyu. Up to now, the software service based on this prototype is still on sale. Dong Li relied on it to become became Zhen's fifth largest shareholder."

"However," Chu Yun's eyes flashed with malice, "Dong Li was actually still in the United States when he wrote the third program. So this program actually belongs to my brother's company. After the company is disbanded, it should belong to the creditor , that is, our Chu family." She carefully scratched the remaining bit of ice cream in the box: "At that time, there were two backups of this software, one in Dong Li's hands, and one in my brother's computer...Follow him, let's go together Disappeared in the bay..."

Chu Yun quickly came to his senses: "We have never given up on salvage for so many years. Guess what we found this year? A notebook, soaked in a special steel box for an all-aluminum car for ten years, the hardware has been completely broken. But the memory is not completely damaged, and the recovered data is enough to prove that this precious invention was completed before Dong Li returned to China, so Dong Li and Zhen Changyu's current application of it is a violation of intellectual property rights, theft."