On the night of Youmai's annual party, Zhang Wei was the luckiest kid in the audience.

On Saturday afternoon, Zhang Wei rushed into the bedroom as soon as he got home. Without caring about the sleeping Shirley, he took out the stack of U.S. dollars and threw it at Shirley's face.

Shirley was a light sleeper and was suddenly woken up by the smash. When she opened her eyes and saw Zhang Wei with a mean smile on his face, she immediately became furious, grabbed the thing that woke her up and threw it towards Zhang Wei.

"You are sick...ah!" Shirley was stunned as soon as she cursed. This feeling... Then Shirley looked at the banknotes scattered on the bed in disbelief, and suddenly screamed.

Zhang Wei looked at Shirley with a wicked smile on his face: "Girl, give me a smile for you."

Shirley immediately got out of bed, knelt down on the bed, combed her hair, tilted her head and showed a charming smile: "Uncle, you are back, do you want to eat first? Or take a shower first?" After saying this, she suddenly looked at Zhang with big eyes.

Wei discharge.

Zhang Wei leaned against the door frame, frowned and thought for a moment: "Uncle, I think it's better to... rob someone first..." As soon as the words came out, Zhang Wei had already pounced on Shirley on the bed.

"Yeah!" Shirley cried out in horror and hurriedly got under the quilt.

"Get out!" Shirley grabbed the quilt and glared at Zhang Wei, who was kneeling on the bed and approaching him: "I've rebelled against you. Who asked you to put on your clothes and go to my bed!"

However, Zhang Wei ignored him at all, stretched out his claws, and continued to approach with a wicked smile.

"You...you...don't come here...oh!"

Zhang Wei flew forward, and then Shirley screamed in pain, pushing and kicking Zhang Wei away.

"Something hurts me!" Shirley rubbed her painful arm and stared at Zhang Wei dissatisfied.

Zhang Wei subconsciously touched the pocket of his coat, understood immediately, and said to Shirley with a mean smile: "Hey, girl, what kind of expression are you making? Is this a shame for you?"

"Get out of my way..."

But before Shirley finished speaking, she saw Zhang Wei calmly taking out a white box from his pocket. His eyes were immediately attracted to it and he stared straight at the white box.

Zhang Wei smiled and waved the unopened iPhone in front of Shirley: "Girl, do you still want to tell me to get out of here?"

Shirley reacted and reached out to grab it. When she saw that it was really an unopened iPhone, she immediately smiled and held the iPhone in her arms, as if she was afraid that Zhang Wei would snatch it back again.

"Dear, you won the grand prize at the annual meeting?"

"A must."

"Dear, you are awesome!" Shirley took the initiative to protect Zhang Wei and gave him a smack in the face.

The two laughed and joked for a while. Zhang Wei helped sort out the scattered U.S. dollars and handed them to Shirley: "This is a thousand U.S. dollars, just save it for future medicine."

Shirley collected the US dollars and asked Zhang Wei: "Dear, what should I do with this iPhone?"

Zhang Wei didn't even think about it: "I gave it to you, of course you can use it."

Shirley shook her head: "I wasted such an expensive mobile phone."

Zhang Wei suddenly understood what Shirley was thinking. He put his arm around Shirley's shoulders and said softly: "My dear, it's just a broken mobile phone. I didn't buy it with my own money. Besides, our family doesn't lack so many."

money."

Shirley turned her head and kissed Zhang Wei on the cheek: "My dear, if you give it to me, it's mine. Don't worry about the rest."

Zhang Wei smiled bitterly and sighed: "It's time for you to change your mobile phone. With your broken red rice, you won't be afraid of being laughed at by your girlfriends when you go home during the Chinese New Year..."

Shirley hugged Ning Wei with her backhand: "Dear, it's the two of us who live our lives. Good or bad has nothing to do with anyone else. I just want to know that you are good to me."

What else could Zhang Wei say, but he was only moved...

To be honest, due to his family environment since childhood, Zhang Wei has attached great importance to and indifferent to relationships. What he values ​​​​is those who are sincerely good to him, and what he values ​​​​is the fake closeness of his uncles and relatives...

"If you are rich in the mountains, you have distant relatives, but if you are poor in the city, you have no one to care about." He felt this deeply when he was in junior high school.

In the end, Shirley hooked up the latest iPhone to Xianyu. According to Shirley, after cashing in this iPhone, she could buy a few more second-hand Redmi phones, so that she could earn more money.

, this is investment, it is business.

Zhang Wei actually wanted to ask her, you already have twenty second-hand Redmi units costing 100 yuan. Are you a tentacle monster? Can you operate them?

However, Zhang Wei didn't dare to say it, nor did he dare to ask. Once he asked, he would return to the topic of "poor"... Although Zhang Wei admitted that he was a ruthless poor man, he didn't like to be criticized all the time.

Li nags about this.

The weekend has passed, the annual meeting has ended, and it is basically the countdown to the Spring Festival holiday. The employees of Youmai Company have basically started to hang around and wait for the holiday.

On Wednesday, Zhang Wei made a cup of instant coffee as usual, sat back and read a novel on his mobile phone. He was reading a very old novel, "Guangzhou Erotic Records".

Although the title of this book is a bit colorful, it is a very interesting novel. Zhang Wei accidentally mentioned this book in his circle of friends, so he came to read it.

It is said that this book was written by a great master of XX Digital Company in 2007. Isn’t there a saying that the story comes from life.

Since the IT and communications industries are now so integrated, Zhang Wei wanted to pay homage to his predecessors and commemorate their "glorious years" in the past.

"Alcohol is prohibited in heaven, so I return to earth to drink this drink with you."

Zhang Wei had just read a few chapters when he was attracted by the witty words of the protagonist Liang Chai in the novel. Especially when Liang Chai talked about his ideals, Zhang Wei felt as if he was talking about him.

"I am the ideal of pork. The life of a cabbage will always be jealous. How I want to be braised in soy sauce."

Zhang Wei also wants to be "burned" by life...

Ideals are always full, and reality is always skinny. He has long been accustomed to the sourness of "vinegar cabbage"...

Just when Zhang Wei was immersed in Liang Cai's wonderful world, his cell phone rang.

"Sister Xin, why do you have time to call me?" Zhang Wei asked with a smile.

"Zhang Wei, are you okay?" Mr. Xin's tone was low, and he obviously had no intention of chatting with him.

Zhang Wei couldn't help but frown: "I'm fine. I'm working in the company. Are you okay?"

Mr. Xin on the other end of the phone seemed to have breathed a sigh of relief: "Zhang Wei, I guess someone will ask you about the emergency communications project today. Lao Hu told me that you are very strict with your mouth and know what to say and what not to say.

But I'm still worried, so I called you to remind you. For the emergency communications project, you normally cooperated with Lao Hu's company to prepare the bidding documents, and did not participate in the specific bidding. The bidding documents were obtained by Lao Hu.

Hu gave it to you...do you understand?"

"Sister Xin, please..." Zhang Wei suddenly realized something. He glanced around and saw that no one was around, and then continued softly: "Isn't this over? Is there something wrong?"

After a brief pause on the phone, Mr. Xin said: "The game is not over, it's just the critical moment. Have you forgotten what I told you? I want to help you vent your anger...Okay, what are you doing?"

I don’t even know, just remember that no matter who asks, just say that it was Lao Hu who gave you the bidding documents.”

"Understood."

Not long after Zhang Weigang hung up the phone, the area in front of the company suddenly became noisy.

Zhang Wei saw many colleagues standing up from their seats and stretching their necks to look at the door. He also stood up curiously.

But before he could figure out what was happening at the door, he saw several uniformed law enforcement officers entering the company.

One of the older law enforcement officers asked a nearby Youmai employee a few words, and then saw the colleague pointing in Zhang Wei's direction.

Zhang Wei was immediately shocked. Mr. Xin said on the phone that someone would be looking for him, but Zhang Wei never thought that the person who came to him would be... would be...

Before Zhang Wei could think about it in a hurry, several law enforcement officers quickly came to him.

"Are you Zhang Wei?"

Zhang Wei nodded subconsciously: "I am Zhang Wei."

The older law enforcement officer took out a police officer certificate and held it in front of Zhang Wei: "I am from the Economic Investigation Brigade of the Hangzhou Municipal Bureau. My surname is Fan. There is a case that requires you to cooperate with our investigation."

There was a buzz in Zhang Wei's head, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and he felt like his calves were trembling.

"If you have no problem now, please come with us."

"Cooperate with...you...in the investigation?" Zhang Wei's voice trembled, and he stuttered when he spoke.

He was frightened, but at the same time he also thought of Mr. Xin’s explanation on the phone, and when he thought about the identity of the person coming, he immediately understood the reason. Otherwise, maybe Zhang Wei would have stretched out his hands stupidly, waiting to be cuffed by the other party.

, that would really be a guilty conscience.

The other party obviously only came to him to cooperate with the investigation, and did not treat him as a suspect.

…

When Zhang Wei returned home in the evening, he lay down on the sofa. He didn't know how he got here all afternoon. He only remembered that there were two or three waves of law enforcement officers asking him various questions repeatedly, which exhausted him to death.

Some people may ask, isn’t it just asking questions? How can you be so tired?

In fact, the person who asked this question has never seen such a situation. Don't think that they will shout and scare you like in the TV series, or they will trick you with both soft and hard tactics.

Not to mention the stress caused by law enforcement officers and the on-site environment, just those seemingly random questions can make you exhausted.

Because each of these seemingly random questions actually has a strong logical relationship. To put it bluntly, it is a logical chain full of logical traps. After a few questions, it will be difficult for those who lie or make up things to justify themselves, and they will be full of loopholes.

What's more, when you ask, you have to ask different people, and other people observe carefully, it's like a wheel battle, and you won't be given a chance to think deeply.

If Zhang Weizhen didn't know the details, and Mr. Xin had told him in advance, so he could focus his thoughts on the Hangzhou emergency communication project, otherwise he might have stolen fifty yuan from his mother when he was a child, skipping class and playing games

I confessed everything about the hall...
Chapter completed!