Chapter 94 The Lost Lover
Gou Yingbiao said: "How do you say it?"
Shen Qingfeng said: "If he gets married, create some gossip, put more burden on him, and let him work overtime. Arrange a daughter His colleagues joined him and pretended to accidentally leak it to his wife. Within a week, his family would be in a state of chaos;
“If her wife is restless, invite her to play cards and let her win some money in the first two days, and then make her spit it out with the profits. Then teach her to play stocks and speculate in stocks vigorously. Even if the relationship between husband and wife does not break up, it will be enough for him to have a headache for a while, and it is not impossible for his family to be destroyed;
"If his wife lives in poverty and enjoys life regardless of honor or disgrace, I will be my host. You can bring your work unit to my place. I will bring my car over and park a Mercedes, BMW and Audi in a row. I will ask a few handsome men to take care of her. They will play cards with her, fish and barbecue with her, help her string up picks and eat at banquets, and protect her from drinking. , spend the night having a bonfire dance with champagne and having fun all day long, and flashing the bill when checking out and refusing to pay a penny. Even if her wife is the reincarnation of Tao Yuanming, she will still be mentally unbalanced and restless;
“If he is not married, you introduce him to a partner. Don't introduce to him the kind of girl who has missing arms and legs, but introduce him to the kind of girl who demands exorbitant prices and pays back the girl's body and the life of the maid on the spot. The most important thing is to be beautiful. You will ensure that his mind will be destroyed and his whole body will be in pieces. From now on, he will not dare to say a word in the workplace, and he will have no intention to write;
"Don't worry about finding resources. I have a lot of girls like this here! They are all young masters in Wuling who are fighting for their first place. They are worthless even if they make money every day. You can package him up as a diamond in the system and introduce him to me. , as long as he gets on the line, he will be guaranteed to get hyperthyroidism within half a month.
“You are too kind-hearted, Gou Ju, and you don’t bother people. As a boss, I have money. Isn’t it easy to destroy a small clerk? Can you still make people angry? If you ask me to avenge your revenge immediately, don't stay overnight, otherwise I will be heartbroken. "
At this point, Shen Qingfeng actually let it slip. The fact that Gou Yingbiao was slapped on the table by the prince in the bureau had already spread to everyone in Xihe. Shen Qingfeng had been pretending not to know. But Gou Yingbiao was so absorbed in listening that he didn't realize this and asked:
"Mr. Shen, these are all clever moves, clever tricks, and unique moves, but they can only be taken care of for a while, and they may not necessarily bring him down?"
Shen Qingfeng said: "Isn't it enough for a while? Let me ask you what does Wang Zixu rely on? Isn't it just that the big boss favors him? But you see, he is not a relative of the big boss, so why should the big boss favor him? Isn't it just for him? Is he a little talented? If he succeeds at the Xihe Literary Conference, won't the big boss value him more? "How can you hold it down in the future? " Goosebumps on Gou Yingbiao's body first crawled from both arms to his neck, and then his back became numb and itchy, and layers of cold air and hot air rushed up from his tailbone to his forehead.
Yes, why didn’t he think of it before? What if this essay competition makes Wang Zixue get ahead? If what he wrote was shortlisted at the Xihe Literary Society or even won a small prize, wouldn't it make him look even more lackluster?
Gou Yingbiao said: "Mr. Shen, I remembered that he just took a long vacation with me recently. Counting the days, doesn't the day he comes back to work happen to be the day of the Xihe Literary Conference?"
Shen Qingfeng slapped his thigh: "Isn't this right? He must want to retreat to write, and plans to go all out to prepare an article so that he can shine at the literary conference. Maybe Director Mei will give him a task to get a ranking. This is a critical period, you must seize it!"
Cold sweat broke out on Gou Yingbiao's forehead: "Mr. Shen, let me tell you the truth. To be honest, this prince is not suffering from ringworm and scabies, but a serious problem on my mind. Recently he has been disturbing my sleep and eating habits. It’s uneasy. If he excels at the Xihe Cultural Festival, it will be very difficult for me.”
Shen Qingfeng smiled: “It’s okay, Brother Biao, just ask me. I can’t help you. I can’t handle it as a clerk?” Gou Yingbiao said, “As you just said, he is married, so let’s start with the person next to him. Hand. It has made him restless recently. He has been making troubles for three days and five days, so that he can't write a word. It is best to stop at the Xihe Literary Meeting and disappear from everyone."
Shen Qingfeng said: "Yes, if he can't produce any works, won't he naturally slump? Then you can use this to criticize him, and say that he has quit the literary world in despair and has no courage to write anymore. And you only need to give me a phone number, and you don't have to worry about anything else in the future."
Gou Yingbiao said: "We have to fill in personal matters every year, and the family column is required. I asked Hu Xiaoping, our political worker, and she must have the contact information."
The two hit it off. Lin Feng was outside the house, trembling all over after hearing this, and cold sweat broke out from his back. It was a hot day, but his body was chilly. The human heart is so evil.
In the past, he was quite insensitive and thought that Shen Qingfeng was targeting him only for the matter and not the person. Although they were tit-for-tat on the surface, they could at least maintain the relationship between Guo Moruo and Lu Xun in private.
Unexpectedly, he would resort to any means to get here. Not only do you want to destroy people in the literary world, but you also want to destroy the other person's life.
If he didn’t have a certain status in the literary world and was looked after by Teacher Li Tingfang, would he also take action against him? If you were treated like this, could you survive it? It's downright creepy to think about.
He held the phone tightly, intending to keep the evidence and report it to Wang Zixu and his wife immediately, so as not to fall into Shen Qingfeng’s scheme.
Suddenly he remembered that on TV, eavesdropping would always be exposed due to the sudden ringing of the phone. He suddenly broke out in a cold sweat and urgently raised the phone to adjust the volume, but the phone remained black and motionless. When he looked carefully, he found that the battery was out of power.
The phone in the room has been dialed, Gou Yingbiao said into the phone: "Xiao Hu, let me ask you something, do you have the contact information of Wang Zixu's family?"
Hu Xiaoping said on the phone: "What's the matter?"
Gou Yingbiao said: "Didn't he take 20 days of leave recently? There is something I want to ask him in the unit. If I can't contact him, I want to call his wife and ask."
Shen Qingfeng quietly gave him a thumbs up from the side.
Hu Xiaoping said on the phone: "Oh, that's a coincidence. He didn't mention his wife in his personal affairs."
Gou Yingbiao was stunned: "Why?"
“I just filled it out not long ago, and I asked him about it, and he said that he and his wife had a wedding first and didn’t get a certificate. They pretended to be married to the outside world. In fact, they didn’t get a marriage certificate, so His wife's name was not included in the personal information. "
Gou Yingbiao was filled with doubts: "Isn't that just an ordinary boyfriend and girlfriend?"
“No, many young people are like this now. Their parents are urging them, but they are not mentally prepared. I have a relative who didn’t get the certificate, so it’s not surprising.”
Gou Yingbiao and Shen Qingfeng looked at each other, turned around and asked: "No one knows which company his wife is from? Has no one in our company attended his wedding?"
"No, the style and discipline are so strict now, and we have to do things at home. I didn’t even invite my colleagues, and I still have a lot of money that I didn’t get back. But on the day of the wedding, he went to work to distribute wedding candies, and he also gave each person a souvenir. I still use the cup.” Gou Yingbiao thought about it, and it seemed that this was indeed the case.
He said to the phone again: "Then are there any other members of his family?"
"No, he is just a father. His father does not live with him. If you call his father's phone, you probably still won't be able to contact anyone."
"Okay."
A beam of light shone, and Lin Feng turned around and saw a security guard looking towards him with a flashlight. He ducked and quickly passed through the bushes. The security guard was startled, and then he chased after him, but the flower bed path was winding and he couldn't keep up.
After Lin Feng made sure that no one was following him, he got into his car and gasped for air. He plugged in his cell phone with trembling hands, then reversed the car and drove away without even returning the deposit.
When he got downstairs, his cell phone was finally charged. He looked through the recording records and found that before the cell phone ran out of power, he only recorded the segment of Gou Ying Biao's poetry recitation performance. He slapped the steering wheel in anger.
He turned up the air conditioner, and the heat in his heart finally subsided a little, and then he started to dial Wang Zixu's number. After dialing twice, the call was connected.
"Brother Zixu, let me tell you something..."
As soon as the call was connected, he poured beans through a bamboo tube and told Zixu everything he had just heard.
After listening to this, Wang Zixu felt quite calm.
“These people are simply sinister and sinister.”
Lin Feng shook his head and sighed: “Who said otherwise? Before, I was thinking about whether this problem could be solved peacefully through communication, but now they are starting to deal with you indiscriminately. We can no longer pretend not to know.
"Right now, Shen Qingfeng is just a vice president. If Shen Qingfeng becomes the president of the literary association, he can use this position to leverage more resources. Then I'm afraid our situation will be even more difficult. Either we won't hang out in Xihe, or we will give up writing.
"We must confront them. Damn it, even if you lose, you still have to charge with dignity! "
Lin Feng was impassioned, but Wang Zixu on the other end of the phone seemed very calm:
"The Xihe Cultural Association has such a great influence, can it decide who will be the president? ”
Lin Feng said: "The cultural conference is an event endorsed by the big leaders in person. Not only will the Xihe literary circle be full of people, but some famous writers from across the country will also be contacted to attend the conference. If Lin Luo wins and the big leaders personally present the awards, it would be unreasonable not to promote him to vice chairman. Once he is promoted to vice chairman, the next president will definitely be Shen Qingfeng."
Lin Feng smiled: "Brother, this is a good idea, but don't underestimate Lin Luo..."
Wang Zixu said: "No matter how strong he is, he can't take the first place this time. I will participate."
Lin Feng was choked, but he felt that confidence was a good thing, so he said nothing more and only gave Wang Zixu an invisible thumbs up.
“By the way, I heard them say, you didn’t hold a wedding with your wife?”
On the other end of the phone, Wang Zixu said lightly: “Yes. My wife’s grandmother was seriously ill and she said she wanted to Take a look at her in her wedding dress before leaving. My wife was raised by her grandmother and has a deep relationship, so she arranged the wedding in a hurry."
Lin Feng frowned: "Then why didn't you get the certificate for so long?"
Wang Zixu smiled bitterly: "I was poor and frustrated at the time, and I still had a mortgage. My wife said that if it wasn't for my grandma, it wouldn't be me. She was afraid that if she blew it, there would be a record of divorce. After all, this has a greater impact on women, so once He never asked me to get the certificate. "
"..."
Lin Feng found it difficult to comment, but he chose not to comment on other people's family affairs.
Wang Zixu's voice became gentle: "We have started preparing for pregnancy recently, and I plan to ask her about the marriage certificate after a while. We have lived together for so many years, and we have long regarded each other as the only ones. Maybe she has forgotten the marriage certificate."
Lin Feng said: "I wish you and your wife to be harmonious and beautiful, and to have a fat and white child soon."
"Thank you."
After hanging up the phone, Wang Zixu closed his eyes and took a long breath.
Wang Zixu was forced to a dead end again.
Three hundred and sixty days a year, the wind, the sword, the frost, the sword confront each other
But it doesn’t matter.
He not only owns this life, he also owns the whole world.
He closed his eyes, and in his mind, gorgeous and complex buildings were built layer by layer. They stood firmly on the ground. At a glance, they looked like a well-structured city, full of life color and authenticity. The bricks and stones that constructed those buildings came from fiction.
He has mastered the technology of fiction to a high level, and he holds the story’s veins in his hands.
Next, all you need to do is control the galloping horse and run to the finish line.
As for the plots of Shen Qingfeng and Gou Yingbiao, how can they be taken seriously?
Thinking of those strange tricks, Wang Zixu almost laughed out loud.
How could his wife be fooled by that little trick? How can a Mercedes-Benz, BMW or Audi be parked in a row to make her look up?
At least park a Porsche.
At this time, the solemn sound of the wedding march sounded in his ears, and applause, laughter, cracking of melon seeds, and the shouts of children came and went. The voice amplified countless times by the microphone rumbled:
“...are you willing to marry her?”
“I do.” Wang Zixu said.
Suddenly, the stage with the long red carpet stretched out in his field of vision, and the crowd quickly moved away. He turned around, but there was no one around him.
He closed the notebook, put the ballpoint pen back into his breast pocket, and walked out the door.
(End of this chapter)