Chapter 2: Today is another day to do two jobs

Fu Zhen lowered his head in embarrassment, took a deep breath, and carefully moved two steps to the other side.
The man saw Fu Zhen's movements, his eyes paused slightly, then raised his hand and patted the shoulder of the young man with closed eyes in the seat beside him, and said in a deep voice, "Get up."
The dreaming yellow-haired young man opened his eyes in a daze, frowned and yawned, and asked the man: "My boss, what are you doing? I finally fell asleep. ."
The man gestured to the young Huang Mao with his eyes in the direction of Fu Zhen, and urged him concisely and simply: "Give up your seat."
Fu Zhen was stunned, only to realize that the man found that his legs were not convenient. He smiled and refused and said, "No, I just stand."
The man ignored Fu Zhen's refusal and said to the yellow-haired young man: "Hurry up."
"You are really my own father," Huang Mao Youth sighed heavily and moved his gaze to Fu Zhen. After taking a look at Fu Zhen, he grinned and stood up happily to let out his seat. "Little brother, please sit down."
Fu Zhen hesitated and said to the young Huang Mao: "Thank you."
The young yellow-haired man gave a chuckle, walked to the man's side, and leaned on the man's ear with a smile on his face, not knowing what he had whispered, his expression was still cold.
Fu Zhen sat down slowly on the seat given up by the youth. He was holding the backpack and looking out of the car window. The street trees with red ropes passed by one by one in his eyes, and the green belt Barberry has not been watered for a long time, and a thick layer of dust has fallen on it.
There were fewer and fewer people on the bus, and there was a hint of pastry in the air. The two aunts sitting in the back were discussing which market pork is cheaper. Fu Zhen leaned his head against the window and gradually closed his eyes.
In a trance, he seemed to have heard the yellow-haired young man say to the man: "It's a cripple."
The man didn't speak, maybe he nodded, maybe he didn't react at all.
The young yellow-haired man sighed with disappointment and said, "I thought you had a crush on the boss."
The man said coldly: "Shut up."
Huang Mao grinned and made a gesture of closing his mouth.
A light smile was raised at the corner of Fu Zhen's mouth. About ten minutes later, a gentle female voice came from the bus broadcast: "Jinzhan Bridge is here. Passengers who got off the bus, please take your luggage with you and get down from the back door. car."
Fu Zhen opened his eyes, got up from the seat, and walked carefully toward the back door. The man might also get off the car at this stop and follow Fu Zhen with a protective attitude. Fu Zhen looked back. Glancing at the man's look, he felt that he was probably being passionate.
When the bus stopped and the back door opened, Fu Zhen walked on the car carefully.
He carried the backpack in his arms, then turned his head, and found that the man and the yellow-haired youth also got off the bus. At this moment, the man turned his head. The two people’s eyes collided, and Fu Zhen finally watched. Clear the look of this man.
The man's hair is messy, with a sense of decadence, and his features are straight and erect. He probably has some foreign blood, and he has a pair of blue eyes. When he looks at himself, he looks like a clear stream under golden sunlight.
Fu Zhen smiled at the man, his eyes curled, the man's expression moved slightly, and his gaze was withdrawn.
Fu Zhen waved his hand to the man. He and this man just met him by the water. I am afraid they will never meet again, but he will not forget the kindness that a man has released to himself for a long time.
Fu Zhen turned and walked towards the bar.
The young Huang Mao watched Fu Zhen disappear into an alley on the right, raised his hand and patted the man on the shoulder: "Boss, he seems to be going to the same place with us?"
The man ignored Huang Mao’s question and asked him,
Did you bring everything you asked? Everyone else is ready?

The young yellow-haired man patted his chest and assured the man: "I'm doing business, don't worry."
The man tilted his yellow hair and asked him: "Guaranteed that it can't be checked out?"
Huang Mao nodded and made an OK gesture.
The man's footsteps suddenly stopped, his eyes lowered, his eyes fell on a white bear pendant on the gray floor tiles.
"Isn't this from the little brother just now?" Huang Mao bent down and picked up the pendant on the ground, playing with it in his hand, disgustingly said, "It looks like it has been for many years."
"Go," the man said solemnly.
There was a traffic jam on the road today, and Fu Zhen arrived at the bar later than usual. As soon as he stepped into the bar, he was called by the hotel manager.
There are not many guests in this world bar, but the atmosphere has been built up. The eardrums hurt by the loud music, the colorful neon is flashing on the ceiling, and the lead singer of the band is standing on the stage trying microphone.
When the manager saw Fu Zhen coming, he frowned, and glanced down at the time on the phone. Although Fu Zhen was not late, he was stuck. The manager urged, "Hurry up, hurry up, all the guests Waiting."
Fu Zhen said nothing, and hurriedly went to the changing room to change his clothes.
A man in a blue suit next to the manager looked at the back of Fu Zhen leaving, and asked the manager, "Why did you find a little lame?"
The manager laughed and said to the man: "Don't you think he looks good."
The man snorted and shook his head: "It looks good, it's useless to be clumsy when doing things."
The manager looked at the bartender on the side of the bar not far away, and after being silent for a while, he said, "It's okay, although the legs and feet are not very sensitive, but the work is very quick and the salary is low, so it is treated as charity , And he still has a big use today."
The man seemed to understand something, he lowered his voice and asked the manager, "Is that Jiang Hengshu sure that there is no problem?"
The manager nodded: "Don't worry, I checked, it's okay."
Jiang Hengshu was the man Fu Zhen met on the bus. When he came to the bar, the sky outside was completely dark. There were noisy voices in the bar, and the aroma of fruit and alcohol merged into a strange mixture. the taste of.
He came in alone.
The yellow-haired young man who was with him before was called Wang Tong. The fortune teller said that Wang Tong’s life was not good, and he had to be raised as a girl in order to hide his life from the Yan Wang Xiaogui, so his family gave it to him. A girl’s name.
As soon as the manager saw Jiang Hengshu coming, he hurriedly took him to the private room upstairs and said, "Mr. Jiang, you are finally here. I thought you wouldn't do this business?"
Jiang Hengshu pursed his lips and smiled. His temperament is cold and incompatible with the atmosphere of the bar. He moved the watch on his wrist and said to the manager: "How can you not do a profitable business."
"I knew that Mr. Jiang is a particular person," the manager also laughed, and introduced to Jiang Hengshu after entering the private room, "this is Mr. Zheng, the source of the goods is provided by him, get acquainted."
Mr. Zheng is the man in the blue suit who was talking to the manager before.
Jiang Hengshu gave a hmm and stretched out his hand to Mr. Zheng and said, "Mr. Zheng."
Mr. Zheng shook hands with Jiang Hengshu. Mr. Zheng exclaimed: "Mr. Jiang is really young and promising."
Jiang Hengshu seems to be twenty-five or sixteen, and his voice is cold, saying, "It's not better than Mr. Zheng."
The three people chatted for a while in the private room. The manager took out a bottle of exquisitely packaged red wine from under the table and poured a glass for Jiang Hengshu.
Jiang Hengshu pushed the wine glass in front of him, but didn't want to drink it. The manager's expression sank suddenly, and he asked Jiang Hengshu, "Is this not giving me face?"
Jiang Hengshu laughed, with a slight coldness between his eyebrows, but it was not obvious under the dim light. He said lightly: "Drinking mistakes, I came to inspect the goods today."
The manager sent the glass to Jiang Hengshu again, and persuaded him to say: "I know the amount of your drink. I can't pour a glass of wine. The alcohol is not high. I brought it back from Italy a few days ago. , Have a taste."
Jiang Hengshu's eyes were drooping, looking at the red liquid in the goblet, he picked up the wine glass and chuckled lightly: "Then I'll try it?"
The manager immediately smiled and poured a glass for himself and Mr. Zheng. He took a sip from the glass.
Soon after this glass of wine, Jiang Hengshu felt that his whole body was getting hot, and his head was a little dizzy. There must be a problem with the wine just now. He secretly pressed his pocket: "Manager Cui, you This wine is a bit on the top!"
"It's because of your lack of drinking capacity today?" The manager said with a smile, "Would you like to open a room for you to rest for a while?"
Jiang Hengshu coldly refused: "No, I can go back after the inspection."
At this time, Fu Zhen, who was limping through the crowd downstairs, was called by the foreman: "The manager wants you to go upstairs."
After hearing this, Fu Zhen put down the plate in his hand and went upstairs to the private room that the foreman said. He stood outside the door and knocked on the door first. He heard the response inside and walked in, "Manager, are you looking for me?"
The manager pointed to Jiang Hengshu and said to Fu Zhen: "You can help Mr. Jiang to go to room 306 upstairs to rest."
Fu Zhen looked in the direction of the manager's fingers. The man was hanging his head, with his two hands resting on the table, and his right fingers tapping on the table lightly.
"Okay." Fu Zhen replied and walked towards the man. When he bent down and was about to put the man's arm on his shoulder, Jiang Hengshu probably realized that someone was coming. He slightly raised his head towards Fu Zhen. He glanced in the direction, his expression was still calm, but his eyes were confused.
Fu Zhen was stunned for a moment. He did not expect to see the kind-hearted person he met on the bus here. He took a breath, and with a little effort, he lifted Jiang Hengshu from his chair and brought him He walked towards the third floor step by step.
After Fu Zhen and Jiang Hengshu left the private room, Mr. Zheng shook the glass in his hand and asked the manager: "You still don't believe him?"
The manager smiled: "If you want to really work on a boat, it's not enough just to benefit. Only holding each other's handles is the best way to check and balance."
"Are you afraid that Fu Zhen will come and bite you?"
The manager twisted the wine glass in his hand, took a sip, and said casually: "I checked him, but it's just a discarded waste. Even if he is dead, no one will care."