Silent Reading Chapter 1: Preface

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True, this cruel truth. ——"Red and Black"

The area north of Nanping Avenue in Yancheng Huacheng is like a monster with half-faced makeup.

The wide and straight two-way lane divides the entire Huacheng District into two. The East District is one of the most prosperous core business districts in the city, and the West District is the forgotten old city and the gathering place for the urban poor.

As the East District has successively sold high-priced "land kings" in the past few years, the old city that needs to be renovated has also been wiped out, and the cost of demolition has risen. Life has created a barrier of capital.

The neighbours in the dilapidated house all day dreamed of being able to get rich overnight next to the small ruined house of more than a dozen square meters, and spiritually took the lead in enjoying the superiority of "my house was demolished to millions".

Of course, the millionaires in these slums still have to line up with their slippers to empty the potty every day.

There was still a chill in the night in the early summer, and the heat accumulated during the day quickly collapsed. The small barbecue stalls illegally occupying the road in the West District died down one after another. The residents who enjoyed the cold also returned home early, and occasionally there was an old street lamp with unstable voltage. The random flashing is mostly due to the private connection of wires from the nearby group rented house.

In the bustling area across the street, the nightlife has just begun--

In the evening, in a coffee shop facing the street in the East District business district, the clerk who had just sent a large number of customers finally took the opportunity to let out a sigh of relief, but she didn't wait for her to manually return the smiling facial features to the glass door. The little bell on the top rang again.

The clerk had to put out a standard smile with eight teeth again: "Welcome."

"A cup of low-factor vanilla latte, thank you."

The guest is a slender young man with long hair that is almost shoulder-length, wearing an ironed and serious formal suit, wearing metal framed glasses, and thin frames pressed against the bridge of his tall nose. He lowered his head and touched the purse, the long hair hooked on his chin blocked half of his face, and the bridge of his nose and lips seemed to be brushed with a pale glaze under the light, which seemed to have an extraordinarily abstinent temperament.

Everyone has the love of beauty. The clerk couldn't help but look at him a few more times, thinking about the customer's preference and saying: "Do you need to change to sugar-free vanilla?"

"No, a little more syrup." The customer passed the change, and when he looked up, the clerk's eyes hit him.

The customer, probably out of courtesy, smiled at the clerk, and the corner of his eye hidden behind the lens was slightly bent, and the gentle and ambiguous smile instantly penetrated his just serious falsehood.

The clerk realized that although the customer’s appearance was very good, it was not Zhou Zheng's dignified appearance. Her eyes were peach blossoms. Her face was a little hot for no reason. She quickly avoided the customer's sight and lowered her head to place an order.

Fortunately, at this time, the replenisher came, and the clerk quickly found something for himself, and shouted to the delivery person to check the order at the back.

The delivery is a young guy, around the age of 20, his whole person is like a ball of youth, he bounced into the shop with the afterglow, he has dark skin, smiled with a small white teeth, and greeted the clerk vigorously: "The beauty is good, the beauty looks good today, and the business is good, right?"

The clerk gets dead wages on a monthly basis and does not expect good business in the store. After hearing this crooked flattery, she waved her hand dumbfoundedly: "It's okay, you go to work, come out and I will give it to you Pour a glass of ice water to drink."

The delivery boy gave an "hey" brow and raised his hand to wipe off the fine sweat on his forehead. There was a small crescent-shaped scar on his forehead, like a Bao Qingtian with a crooked prop.

The clerk makes coffee for the customer. The delivery person has already reported the list three times and five times. After handing over the job, he lay down at the counter waiting for the water to drink, and asked one by one: " Beauty sister, do you know which building'Chengguang Mansion' is in?"

"Chengguang Mansion?" The clerk felt a bit familiar and couldn't remember for a while, so he shook his head, "I don't know, what are you going to do?"

"Oh..." The delivery boy lowered his head, reached out and scratched the back of his head, "It's nothing, I heard that the piece seems to be sending a courier."

The clerk was a bit careless and didn't pay attention to his little guilty gesture. While putting a lid on the paper cup, he casually said: "Let me ask someone else for you--sir, your drink, be careful."

The customer buying coffee may be idle. He raised his eyes and glanced at the little delivery man, and then lazily interjected: "Chengguang Mansion is not in the commercial building. It is a private club at the back. Why? Courier? Do you want me to guide you there?"

The clerk finally heard what was wrong, and looked up suspiciously at the delivery boy: "Private club?"

Seeing that the lie was exposed on the spot, the delivery boy made a face and ran away with his ice water and goods.

Behind the brightly-lit Central Business District in the East District, there are large man-made green spaces and landscapes. Walking one kilometer inside, you can see the arrogant high-end houses in the center of the stacked landscape—they have to build houses here , Because "Secluded" itself is not valuable, and "Quiet quietness" is valuable.

A variety of different styles of gold sales are arranged around the outer layer of the landscape, with the "style" as the axis, the expensive ones are inside, and the cheap ones are sideways facing the street.

Among them, the most expensive, best and most "style" place is "Chengguang Mansion".

The owner here is not only wealthy, but also very accomplished in arty. The small courtyard is renovated and looks like a cultural relics protection unit at first glance. Not long after the completion of the construction, the boss specially invited a group of friends who are rich and expensive to come to warm up in order to show off. Some came to socialize, some came to discuss business, some simply came to join in, and there were many who came to join in the fun with the smell, planning to rely on their faces and * as tickets. The parking lot was full of luxury cars of all colors, and a vanity fair with noisy gongs and drums was set up.

When Fei Du walked there, he drank a cup of greasy sweet coffee. He heard the sound of music and human voices in the courtyard from a long distance away. He casually stuffed an empty paper cup into the trash can on the side of the road, and heard someone blowing an out-of-tune whistle not far away: "Zong Fei, this!" /

Fei Du turned his head and saw a group of people standing not far away. They were all idle and rich second generations. The first young man was very fashionable. He was hung up with bits and pieces. It was one of his friends, Zhang Donglai.

Fei Du walked over: "I am shameless?"

"Who would dare to shame you?" Zhang Dong came and hooked Fei Du's shoulders, "I think your car arrived early, waiting for you here for a long time, why did you go? And what is your dress, Just finished signing a bilateral trade agreement with the President of the United States?"

Fei Du didn't raise his eyelids: "Get out."

Zhang Donglai closed his mouth kindly for a minute, and his endurance reached his limit: "No, I think you are too awkward like this, like leading a dad, how can you pick up girls for a while."

Fei Du paused slightly. He first stretched out a finger, hooked his glasses down, and hung them on Zhang Donglai's neckline. Then he took off his suit jacket, rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, and began to unbutton it.

He unbuttoned four buttons in a row, exposing a large swath of the so-called tattoo on his chest, then reached out his hand to mess with his hair, and took Zhang Donglai's paw. From then on, he slammed three big rings that were more rugged than a thimble, and moved towards himself. One set: "Is it all right this time, son?"

Rao is Zhang Dong from thinking that he is knowledgeable and dazzled by this cool in-situ transformation.

Fei Du is the head of their second-generation wealthy group, because the others have fathers and they are all "princes". Young Master Fei had no mother since he was a child, and he was just an adult. His father crashed into a vegetative man in a car accident.

He has money and no one is supervised, so he has naturally grown into a dude fighter—fortunately, he has no hobbies to play a "business wizard", and he is fairly regular in business, and he doesn't mess up. Investment, only relying solely on the word "Langdang" to lose out, it will fail for a while.

However, he didn't know what medicine he had taken recently, and he didn't come out for a while and fooled around, as if he wanted to "wash his hands in a golden basin".

Fei Du put his hands in his pockets, and walked a few steps forward: "That's right, I'm just here to join in today, and I will leave at twelve o'clock."

Zhang Donglai: "Master Fei, you are boring now."

A group of dudes gather together and leave before midnight. What's the difference between not coming at all?

Fei Du is noncommittal.

Zhang Dong came to ask: "Why?"

"I'm chasing my wife seriously," Fei Du said casually, "Is it appropriate to chase while playing? It doesn't seem to be of high quality."

Zhang Donglai looked at his shirt and long hair swollen by the night wind. Apart from the waves, he really didn't realize his grade. He took two steps to catch up. He said, "You are sick, and you are so dense. The forest is thrown aside, I have to find a tree that is old and poor..."

Fei Du suddenly turned his head and gave Zhang Donglai a cold look.

He has a peculiar contradictory temperament. When he laughs, he is full of peach blossoms. Once his face is straightened, the sharp sense of seriousness can be seamlessly connected, and his eyes are almost a bit compelling.

Zhang Donglai's speech was stagnant, but he didn't take it anymore. He lifted his slap and slapped his face: "Bah, you made a mistake, and you must pay your sister-in-law in person next day."

The words "sister-in-law" inexplicably pleased Fei Du, his taut mouth softened, and he waved his hand, "grandly" turning over the page just now.

Zhang Donglai rolled his eyes to the sky, feeling that the lord was deceived by the enchantress, and the country would not be the country.

Fei Ye did what he said, and at twelve o'clock, he was like Cinderella who heard the bell, leaving on time.

He passed through many demons and ghosts, bypassed a brain-dead who praised him with champagne, and went to the grove to find Zhang Donglai.

Zhang Donglai is discussing the issue of life harmony with a beautiful woman, and the two of them are discussing in full swing, with no one aside.

The brain is drunk and said: "Promote an official rank and make a fortune and die father, Fei, you are the real winner in life!"

"Thank you, my father is not dead yet." Fei Du nodded politely, and asked Zhang Donglai, "Where are you busy?"

Zhang Donglai is also a shameless and indifferent, whistling at him: "Fei Ye, not together?"

"No," Fei Du kept walking, "When you meet me, this sexy*, I can't hold you back for a while. It's a shame to spread it out, isn't it a beauty? I'm leaving."

After finishing talking, he ignored Zhang Donglai's "buzzing" screaming behind him, and quickly walked away along the gravel road, without shaking or shaking, and it didn't look like he had been watered by drinks for a long time.

When he arrived at the parking lot, he had already buckled the buttons back to the original position, ordered the driver to the driver, and waited under a big locust tree.

At the end of spring and early summer, Yancheng always surrounds the scent of locust blossoms, often spreading from the corners of the corners, it seems that there is nothing, just a mouthful of car exhaust can cover it, but if it settles for a while, no one Excuse me, it will re-emerge on its own.

The music of Chengguang Mansion in the distance was mixed with laughter and noise. Fei Du squinted his eyes and glanced back, and saw a group of big girls playing games with a few "senior fresh meats" who had a big belly.

At this o'clock, even in the east area of ​​Nanping, most of the shops are closed. The true gentlemen and hypocrites who come to expand their contacts and send business cards will basically withdraw before twelve o'clock, and they will tacitly leave behind. Will participate in the next "Wine Pond Meat Forest" session.

Fei Du pinched a handful of white flowers from the tree, blew the dust on it, put it in his mouth and chewed slowly. He opened the address book boredly, and hung his finger on "Officer Tao" for a moment, suddenly Realizing that it was too late, he gave up.

He stood quietly for a while, and whistled leisurely on the sweet smell of acacia flowers in his mouth, gradually becoming a tune.

Ten minutes later, the driver arrived and tremblingly drove Master Fei’s trot with teeth and claws onto Nanping Avenue.

Fei Du leaned on the co-pilot and closed his eyes and rested. There was an audiobook in the application software on the phone. The clear male voice spoke evenly: "...Julian replied:'I have some hidden enemies. .'..."

Daijia is a work-study college student, very cynical, thinking that Fei Du is not a rich second generation who spends time and wine, or a small star who has undergone plastic surgery. Suddenly listening to this ear, he couldn't help but scan him in surprise. At a glance.

At this moment, a car with high beams came on the opposite side, almost blinding the driver’s eyes. He whispered "Ill", and subconsciously turned the steering wheel aside, turning on the "searchlight". The car passed him swiftly.

There are still some flowers in front of the driver. I didn’t see clearly what kind of car it was. I couldn’t pick a suitable defamation between “It’s great if you have money” and “Don’t drive if you don’t have quality.” It feels quite Regret. Then he heard a "boom" and turned his head to see that it turned out that the mobile phone that his employer was holding in his hand had slipped off.

The audio continues: "...'A road does not lose its beauty because it is covered with thorns on the side of the road. Travelers continue to move forward, and let those pesky thorns stay there and die.'..."

Fei Du slept so much that he didn't know anything about it, dare to believe that he was using this hypnosis.

The driver withdrew his gaze blankly.

Tsk, it's still a jewel-like, ruined straw bag in it.

While thinking wildly in the middle of the night, the young driver drove steadily along the straight Nanping Avenue, while the car that was so dazzling that he couldn't open his eyes turned off the headlights after they walked away, quietly Turning silently, he turned into the quiet West End in a familiar way.

Towards one o'clock in the morning, the street lamp that had jumped for half a night was completely dead, and a wild cat patrolling the territory jumped onto the wall.

Suddenly, it screamed and the hair all over its body exploded.

The weak moonlight hit the ground, illuminating a man’s face. He was lying on his back on the ground. A bloodshot and swollen face could hardly be distinguished from the original appearance. Only a half-moon-shaped face could be seen on the forehead. There was a small scar, and a piece of white paper that was torn very irregularly was covered on his forehead, like a ghost symbol of a corpse.

People are dead.

The furry wild cat was so scared that it lost its front paws, and when it slipped off the low wall inadvertently, it rolled on the spot and ran away without looking back.