Chapter 1: sequence

Real, this cruel reality. -"Red and Black"
The north area of ​​Nanping Avenue in Huacheng District of Yancheng is like a monster with half-face makeup.
The wide and straight two-way road divides the entire Huacheng District into two. The eastern district is one of the most prosperous core business districts in the city, while the western district is the forgotten old town and the gathering place of the urban poor.
As the Eastern District has been shooting sky-high
kings of the earth
in recent years, the old urban areas that are in urgent need of renovation have also been affected, and the cost of demolition has risen, and a lot of developers have been scared away alive. They have been cast in the narrow alleys that are driving poverty. Raised a fence of capital.
The neighbours in the dilapidated room all day dreamed that they could get rich overnight in the small broken house of ten square meters, and they had already taken the lead in enjoying the superiority of "my house is demolished by millions".
Of course, the millionaires in these slums still have to line up urinals with their slippers in the trash every day.
There was still coolness in the night of early summer. The little summer heat accumulated during the day quickly broke down. The small barbecue stalls illegally occupying the western district gradually smashed. The residents of Nanliang also returned home early. Occasionally, the voltage of an old street lamp flickered unsteadily. Mostly it's because of the private wiring from the nearby group rented houses.
And in the bustling district across the street, nightlife has just begun--
In the evening, at a coffee shop on the east side of the commercial district in the eastern district, the clerk who had just sent a large number of guests finally took the opportunity to take a long time to breathe out, but before she could return the smiling facial features by hand, hanging on the glass door The little bell rang again.
The clerk had to retake the standard smile of eight teeth: "Welcome."
"A glass of vanilla vanilla latte, thanks."
The guest was a slender young man with long, almost shoulder-length hair, wearing an ironed and serious dress, wearing metal-framed glasses, and the thin frame was pressed against the tall bridge of his nose. The wallet, the long hair hooked on the chin blocked the small half of the face, and the bridge of nose and lips seemed to be painted with a pale glaze under the light, which looked like a kind of extra-abstinence cold temperament.
Everyone loves beauty. The clerk couldn't help but glance at him a few more times, wondering what the guests like to say: "Do you need to switch to sugar-free vanilla?"
"No, a little more syrup." The customer passed the change, and when he looked up, the clerk's gaze hit him.
The guest was about polite, the clerk smiled, the corner of the eye hidden behind the lens was bent slightly, and the gentle and somewhat ambiguous smile immediately penetrated his serious hypocrisy.
Then the clerk found that although the guest looked very good, he was not dignified. He had a bit of peach blossom in her eyes. Her face was a little hot, and she hurriedly avoided the customer's sight and lowered her order.
Fortunately, it was time to replenish the store, and the clerk hurried to find something to do, shouted to the delivery person to check the manifest later.
The delivery man was a young guy. At about 20 years old, the whole person seemed like a youthful youth. He bounced into the store with the afterglow. His skin was dark, and he smiled with little white teeth. He greeted the shop staff vigorously: "The beauty is good , Beautiful women look good today, business is good? "
The clerk took the monthly salary and did not expect the business in the store to be good. After listening to this crappy horse fart, she waved with a smile: "It's okay, you go to work, and I will give you a glass of ice." Drink water. "
The delivery boy frowned, "hey", raised his hand to wipe the fine sweat on his forehead, and there was a small meniscus-shaped scar on his forehead, like a crooked Bao Qingtian.
The clerk made the coffee for the customer. The delivery had already reported the list three times, and the delivery was poor. He lay beside the counter and waited for the water to drink. One by one, he asked, "Beautiful sister, Do you know which building 'Chengguang Mansion' is? "
"Chengguang Mansion?" The clerk felt a little familiar and couldn't remember it for a moment, so he shook his head, "I don't know, what are you doing?"
"Oh ..." The delivery boy lowered his head, reached out and grabbed his head, "It's nothing, I heard that piece seemed to be couriering."
The clerk was a bit rough and didn't notice his guilty little gesture, while stamping the paper cup, he said casually, "I'll ask you to ask someone back-sir, your drink, be careful."
The customers who bought coffee may be idle, raised their eyes and looked at the little deliveryman, and inserted a lazily: "Chengguang Mansion is not in the commercial building, it is a private club in the back. Why, do they recruit a courier? ? Will I take you by the way? "
The clerk finally heard something wrong, and looked up at the delivery boy suspiciously: "Private club?"
The delivery boy saw that the lie was pierced on the spot, made a face, and ran away with his ice water and cargo.
Behind the brightly lit Central Business District in the Eastern District, there are large man-made green spaces and landscapes. If you walk one kilometer in, you can see the arrogant high-end houses in the center of the stacked landscape-they have to build the houses here because " "Secluded" is not valuable in itself, and "quiet in trouble" is valuable.
Various styles of gold sales are arranged around the outer layers of the landscape, with "style" as the axis. The expensive ones are inside and the cheap ones are on the street.
Among them, the most expensive, best and most "style" place is "Chengguang Mansion."
The host here is not only rich, but also quite sophisticated in arty ways. The small courtyard has been restored in a retro style, and at first glance looks like a cultural relics protection unit. Soon after the completion, the boss specially invited a group of non-rich and expensive friends to warm up. Some come to socialize, some come to talk about business, some simply come to support, and many come to the scene with a scent of smell, intending to rely on their faces and as tickets. The parking lot was full of luxury cars, and a vanity fair was built.
By the time Feidu walked past, he had drank a cup of sweet and greasy coffee. He heard the sound of music and vocals in the courtyard a long time ago. He shoved an empty paper cup into a trash can on the side of the road. He heard someone blowing a whistle of tune in a short distance: "Fei, here it is!"
Fei Du turned his head and saw a group of people standing not far away. They were all rich second generations. The first young man was very fashionable. He had a lot of chickens and dogs. It was just one of his fox friends, Zhang Donglai.
Fei Du stepped forward and said, "Say me?"
"Who dares to greet you?" Zhang Dong came to Da Lala and grabbed Fei Du's shoulder. "I see your car has arrived early. I have been waiting for you for a long time. Why did you go? And what is your dress like this, just with the United States The president has signed a bilateral trade agreement? "
Fei Du's eyelids did not lift up: "Get out of here."
Zhang Donglai closed his mouth for a minute from good to good, and the endurance reached the limit: "No, I think you are so awkward, like a dad, how will you be a girl?"
Fei Du paused. He stretched out a finger, hooked his glasses, and hung it on Zhang Donglai's neckline. Then he pulled out his suit jacket, rolled up his shirt sleeves, and began to unbutton.
He untied four buttons in succession, exposing a large unidentified tattoo on his chest, then stretched out his hands and scratched his hair, struck Zhang Dong's paws, and from this person he took three large rings that were thicker than the thimble, and rushed to his Set: "Is this OK, son?"
Rao is from Zhang Dong, who thinks that he is well-informed and dazzled by this cool transformation.
Fei Du is the head of their second generation, because everyone else has a father and is a "prince". Fei Gongzi had no mother since he was a child. He was just an adult, and his dad crashed into a vegetative in a car accident. Now he has "embarked on the throne" in advance, one level higher than others.
What he has is money and no one to control, and he grows up into a fighter in pants. Fortunately, he has no hobbies as a "business wizard". He is fairly modest in business, and he doesn't have to make messy investments. Only by the word "swing" to defeat the family, one and a half minutes will fail.
However, he didn't know what medicine he had taken recently, and for a while he didn't come out and fooled, as if he wanted to wash his hands in a golden pot.
Fei Du put his hands in his pockets and took a few steps forward: "Okay, I'm here today for pure support, and leave at twelve."
Zhang Donglai: "Fei, you're boring."
A group of trousers gathered together and left in the middle of the night. What's the difference between not coming at all?
Fei Du said nothing.
Zhang Donglai asked, "Why?"
"I'm chasing my wife seriously," Fei Du said casually, "is it appropriate to chase while playing? It doesn't look good."
Zhang Dong came to see his shirt and long hair swollen by the night wind. Except for the waves, he didn't really realize what grade he was. He took two steps to catch up. He said, "You are sick. On the one hand, I have to find a tree that is old and poor ... "
Fei Du suddenly turned his head and looked at Zhang Dong indifferently.
He has a strange contradictory temperament. When he laughs, he is a peach blossom. Once his face is raised, 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 did not continue. He raised his palm and slap on his face for a moment: "Oh, I said something wrong. I must pay my sister-in-law someday."
The word "Xunzi" pleased Fei Du somehow, and the corners of his tight mouth softened and waved his hands, behaving like "extraordinarily" to expose the page just now.
Zhang Donglai rolled his eyes at the sky, and felt that the protagonist was confused by the demon Ji, and the country would not be a country either.
Fei Ye said he could do it. At twelve o'clock, he was like a Cinderella who heard the bell and left on time.
He walked through many demons and monsters, bypassed a brain residue that gave him a high praise of champagne, and went to the grove to find Zhang Dong.
Zhang Donglai is communicating with a beautiful woman about the issue of life harmony.
The brain was drunk and said: "Promoted to death, Dad, Fei Ye, you are the winner of real life!"
"Thank you, my dad is not dead yet." Fei Du nodded politely and asked Zhang Donglai with a probe. "Where are you busy?"
Zhang Donglai was also a shameless and unscrupulous person, and whistled at him: "Fei Ye, aren't you together?"
"No," Feidu kept walking, "I'll wait for you to see me , I can't hold back anytime soon, what a shame to pass out, right? Beautiful girl?"
After speaking, he ignored Zhang Donglai's "humming" barking behind, and quickly walked along the stone road, without shaking or shaking, it was not like he was being drenched by wine for half a night.
By the time he reached the parking lot, he had buckled the button back to his original position, called the driver on his own, and leaned against a large locust tree.
In the late spring and early summer of Yancheng, the scent of Huaihua was always lingering. It often diffused from the corner of the horn, and it seemed that it was not there. A car's exhaust could be covered, but if it precipitated for a while, no one would disturb. It will re-emerge again.
In the distance, the music of Chengguang Mansion was mixed with laughter and hustle. Fei Du squinted his eyes and glanced back, and saw a group of big girls playing games with a few "senior fresh meats" who thanked their belly.
At this time, even in the East District of Nanping, most of the shops were closed. The real gentlemen and hypocrites who came to expand their contacts and issued business cards would basically withdraw before 12 o'clock, leaving everything behind undisclosed. Down the "Jiuchi Meat Forest" link.
Fei Du took a small white flower from the tree, blew the dust on it, put it in his mouth and chewed slowly. He opened the address book boredly, his fingers hung above "Tao Tao" for a while, and suddenly realized that It's too late, so give up.
He stood quietly for a while, whistling wistfully with the sweetness of Huaihua in his mouth, gradually becoming a tune.
Ten minutes later, the driver arrived and drove Fei Gongzi's fangs and trots to Nanping Avenue.
Fei Du leaned on the co-driver and closed his eyes. The application software on the phone was holding an audio book. The clear male voice spoke evenly: "... Yulian replied: 'I have some hidden enemies .'... ... "
Dai Jia is a college student who works hard and thrives. He is very cynical. He thinks that Fei Du is either a rich second generation or a full-faced eighteen-line star. Suddenly he heard this ear and glanced at him in surprise.
At this moment, a car with a high beam came across, almost blinding the driver. He cursed "Sick", subconsciously turned the steering wheel aside, and drove the "searchlight". Pass him by.
There is still a little flower in front of the driver. I don't see what kind of car it is. I can't pick a suitable abdomen between "rich with greatness" and "don't drive without a poor man." I feel quite sorry. Then he heard a bang, and tilted his head to see that his mobile phone, which was held by his employer in his hand, slipped.
The audio continues: "...‘ A road does not lose its beauty because its roadside is covered with thorns, the traveler continues as usual, leaving those pesky thorns to die there ’...

Fei Du was so sleepy that he didn't know anything, and he dared to use this hypnosis.
The driver looked away expressionlessly.
Alas, it really is a straw bag of golden jade.
The young generation driver was thinking wildly in the middle of the night, while driving straight along the straight Nanping Avenue, and the car that was so dazzling that he couldn't open his eyes turned off the lights after they walked away, silently On a turn, the light car turned into the quiet West End.
Near one o'clock in the morning, the street lamp jumping half-sleep was completely dead, and a wild cat patrolling the territory jumped to the wall.
Suddenly, it banged his throat, and his whole body exploded.
Weak moonlight hit the ground, illuminating a person's face. He was lying on the ground with a back and forth, a blood-filled and swollen face could hardly distinguish the original appearance, only a small half-moon-shaped scar on the forehead. It was covered with a piece of white paper that had been torn very irregularly, like a ghost symbol of a town corpse.
People are dead.
The wild cat was so frightened that it lost its front paws, and slipped off the low wall without notice, and it rolled on the spot and escaped without looking back.