Looking at the flashing phone screen, Wei Kang thought to himself: Lao Meng is the sales manager of the company.
Is it possible that he is discussing business with Guan Laoer?
The boss of a company as big as Guan Laoer would personally contact a small manager like him.
What should I do if there is a conspiracy?
Why not open the text message and take a look?
Wei Kang hesitated.
If he opened the unread text message, Lao Meng would definitely discover it later.
What if the text message involved some shady secret?
Lao Meng is not worried.
What scares him is that Guan Laoer, who comes from a black and Taoist background, may not only be in danger, but also Yipeng, Chang Xiao'e, and Xiao Xiang may be implicated.
Although he He has a powerful friend in Nie Kang who seems to be on his side, but he must not take this risk.
Finally, he suppressed his curiosity and put the phone back in front of the window, pretending that nothing happened.
I looked back at Lao Meng and saw that he was dancing happily.
Wei Kang smiled, stuffed his business card, cigarettes, and wallet back into Lao Meng's pocket, picked up a pile of Lao Meng's clothes, opened the car door on this side, lit the lighter, unfolded Lao Meng's pants, and placed them on his butt and crotch The position, burn, burn, burn, burn The fire gradually grew bigger and most of his clothes were burned.
Lao Meng also noticed the light here.
Wei Kang had already walked out of the car door and stood on the snow, waving to Lao Meng with his burning clothes.
He suddenly waved his hand and put the clothes away.
Throwing it into the air, flames all over the sky drifted down with the snowflakes.
"Go three miles to pick up the car."
After saying this, Wei Kang got into Lao Meng's car gracefully without looking back, locked the door, and slowly drove away from the scene.
"Oh my God, my God," Lao Meng rushed over and shoveled the snow with his hands to put out the fire.
The fire was quickly extinguished.
However, when he looked at the clothes full of holes, Lao Meng burst into tears.
Important parts of the pants were burned and could not cover important parts of the body.
He planned to tie his shirt around his waist as an apron, but the holes in his shirt were even bigger.
"Oh my God, help me!"
Lao Meng looked up to the sky and cried.
The only ones attracted were some drivers who were watching the fun.
Most of them cursed "hoodlums", "rascals" or "crazy" before driving away.
Poor Lao Meng endured the biting coldness, picked up the snow flakes on the ground, and clamped it on his key parts, saying silently: I'm sorry, I'll find you a warm nest later.
What a good Wei Kang, who else could use such revenge methods but him?
Half an hour later, Chang Xiao'e was still sitting on the ground sobbing.
Her body was covered with thick snow, like a snowman.
She never took her hands out of the ice and snow.
What she was thinking was that she was hurting herself.
When Wei Kang took off his clothes and danced on the street in the cold weather, she also wanted to freeze herself to make atonement.
Tears were still dripping, but the flying snowflakes showed no sign of stopping.
The snow that had just melted away with her tears was covered by new snowflakes.
Suddenly, she felt someone touch her neck, and she hurriedly reached out to touch it.
She didn't touch anything, but she was suddenly grabbed by a hand.
"Don't move, Jese" Chang Xiao'e laughed, then cried with joy, because what she heard was Wei Kang's voice.
Chang Xiao'e said "Wow", cried loudly, hugged Wei Kang, buried her head in his arms, and kept saying sorry.
Wei Kang was indeed a little angry, but he couldn't bear to get angry with Chang Xiao'e who was so weak.
Chang Xiao'e deeply apologized to Wei Kang for her overflowing sympathy.
Wei Kang behaved very generously and did not pursue further.
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A woman who sympathizes with her enemies will be better to her own people, which in turn makes her feel better.
Wei Kang felt even more relieved.
The topic of the sanitary napkin was also forgotten by the two of them.
Two days later, Spring Festival.
The feud with Lao Meng has come to an end for the time being, but Wei Kang still has lingering fears about the text message about Lao Er on Lao Meng's cell phone.
However, since today is the New Year and the company is on holiday, he cannot continue to understand the progress of the matter.
The New Year brings a new atmosphere. 2008 is the year of the Olympic Games.
All kinds of torches are everywhere in the country, and the streets are full of excitement.
Although the Gregorian New Year has long passed, Chinese people still like to define the Spring Festival as the New Year.
Of course, Wei Kang wanted to spend the Spring Festival in a foreign land with his fellow villager Yipeng.
Although he missed his family more during the holidays, it was rare for a few people who shared the same disease to get together to celebrate the festival, which was quite pleasant.
When Wei Kang saw Yipeng and Xiao Xiang appearing in front of him hand in hand, he was surprised and relieved.
Xiao Xiang's face was also good, and it seemed that she was enjoying a happy life with Yipeng.
"Why didn't Xiao'e come?"
Yipeng asked.
Wei Kang sighed, "As a woman, I miss home.
I stay at home surfing the Internet and video chatting with my family."
Wei Kang said unintentionally, but he saw a flash of gloom on Xiao Xiang's face, and then he thought that Xiao Xiang had severed ties with his relatives not long ago, and he must feel uncomfortable hearing about other people's family happiness.
Wei Kang realized that he had said something wrong and was about to apologize, but Xiao Xiang swept away the gloom and said crisply: "Hey, I'm more relaxed than Sister Xiao'e, so I don't need to chat with you."
Seeing what Xiao Xiang said, Wei Kang hurriedly changed the subject, "By the way, Yipeng, where are we going to play?
I don't know much about Fenghai City.
How about you being a tour guide?"
"How about going to the Pearl Tower for a walk?"
Yipeng said.
The Pearl Tower is located in Dongpu District, where Weikang Company's headquarters is located.
The tower is 500 meters high and is filled with luxurious gold and silver shops, so it is named the Pearl Tower.
In addition to the gold and silver trading market, the tower is also a large scenic observation deck.
A circular corridor with a circumference of 200 meters surrounds the shops.
Standing on the corridor and looking around, you can see all the small buildings, like Take in a panoramic view of the entire city.
The tower is supported by four oversized square reinforced concrete piles, and there are elevators on the four sides of each pile, so you don't have to worry about being squeezed when you get up and down the elevator.
There is always a suitable position for you.
Wei Kang and the others took the elevator to the top of the tower.
Yipeng pulled Xiao Xiang into a gold shop.
Wei Kang shook his head and followed in.
Looking at the various luxury jewelry priced at 10,000 yuan, Wei Kang felt bored: Damn, these things have a purpose.
They are so expensive.
If I buy a plastic one from a small stall and flash it in front of others, it is no worse than this. ah.
Although Wei Kang has a lot of face, he always uses his face in useful places and completely scorns these useless things in his opinion.
Just like that, as Yipeng and the others walked around in a complete circle, Yipeng also pulled Xiao Xiang out dejectedly, saying: "Damn, none of them are good-looking, are they?"
He was looking at Wei Kang said this.
Wei Kang understood what he meant, wasn't he just telling Xiao Xiang: It's not that I can't afford it, nor am I reluctant to buy it, but I don't even like it.
"Yeah, it's not as good-looking as the plastic and glass ones on the stalls," Wei Kang replied.
Xiao Xiang is slightly older than Wei Kang and Yipeng, and has been walking around in society longer than them.
Naturally, she knows that these gay friends are working together to cheat on her.
But she didn't expose it.
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Firstly, she didn't think it was necessary to buy such high-end things.
Secondly, now that she had nothing except her two friends Yipeng and Wei Kang, how could she bear to undermine them.
The three of them walked aimlessly along the circular observation deck.
Although they had just experienced heavy snow, the place had been cleaned up and it was worthy of being a noble place.
When they turned to a place, the three of them were quickly attracted by the crowds of people there.
Due to the large number of people, they couldn't see what was happening inside, but through a large plastic billboard erected on the side, they knew all the information.
The billboard reads: Fenghai TV Comprehensive Channel to raise funds for charity in southern snow disaster areas.
"I rely on the TV station."
Yipeng excitedly took out the comb he carried with him, gathered up the broken hair that was shorter than the comb, and said, "Let's donate some, and we can also be on TV."
Wei Kang looked at it with disdain and said, "The people on TV are all big shots who have donated millions or tens of millions.
If you donate 20 cents, it's not enough to buy a camera and memory.
Who will give you a chance to be on TV?"
"I'm so realistic."
Yipeng was very unhappy.
"There is a way for you to be on TV."
Wei Kang said, "You find a beggar, change clothes with him, and then bring a few thousand dollars to donate, and say you earned it by scavenging.
It is guaranteed to inspire people's sympathy.
If you do it, you can create a sensation and become one of the top ten people who moved China.
With your image, you may even be named the most handsome beggar.
Then you can go on catwalks everywhere and earn more than just a few thousand dollars. " "I'm going to lose you with this idea."
Yipeng stopped paying attention to Wei Kang and looked at the donation place.
Suddenly he turned his head again and looked directly at Wei Kang, "You were pretending to be cool before.
Is your police card still there?”
"It's really weird.
They are also raising money for the snow disaster in the south.
Isn't Fenghai City the south?
Isn't there also a snow disaster?"
Wei Kang was talking and rummaging through his pockets.
He was still there.
As soon as he took out the fake ID, he was hit by Yipeng.
He snatched it away and ran towards the crowd of donors, saying at the same time, "Last time you made hundreds of dollars from a scammer, let's see how many tens of thousands my brother can make for you."
What do you mean?
Wei Kang looked forward and fixed his eyes on the host holding the microphone.
He was suddenly shocked.
It turned out to be her.
Yes, the host is the female liar who was teased by Wei Kang and Yipeng at the train station before.
In other words, the donation activity in front of us is completely a scam.
"Come back" Wei Kang hurriedly called Yipeng.
Yipeng just turned around and smiled at him, then squeezed into the crowd.
"You idiot," Wei Kang cursed angrily, and then said to Xiao Xiang, "Immediately find a nook and corner to call the police and say that someone is organizing a fraud.
Also, don't come over, otherwise you will only become a burden to us."
Before he finished speaking, Wei Kang had already taken a few steps and chased Yipeng.
Although Xiao Xiang didn't know what was going on, looking at Wei Kang's nervous look, he guessed that something was going to happen and hurriedly took out his cell phone to call the police.
A huge iron donation box was placed at the donation site.
Good guy, how cruel.
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This thing is enough to hold two million.
The female host was holding the microphone and talking non-stop: "As long as you smoke one less pack of cigarettes and drink one less bottle of wine, you will not only be in good health, but also your love will bring warmth to thousands of households. , the society is warmed by you, and your hearts will be even warmer.
Donating money to help disaster-stricken areas, loving you, and warming the world will kill two birds with one stone.
What are you waiting for?"
Sure enough, there were many caring men and women who took out their own money and rushed to the donation box.
Suddenly, a quick hand snatched away the female host's microphone.
The female host was still talking about promotional slogans, but because there was no amplification, her voice was drowned in the sea of people.
Yipeng faced the microphone, raised his police card, and shouted sternly: "Everyone, be quiet":