Perhaps Wei Zhiyuan looked too down and even Mr. Zhang was moved.

When he thought, his younger brother looked like he had just returned from a cow and returned from his old overseas society to his motherland family. How could he disturb him to enjoy the warmth of his family? So Mr. Zhang rarely resigned.

During Mr. Zhang's long life, he knew that the word "knowing the image" was no longer as high as Halley's Comet staggered in the night sky with his big tail.

Wei Zhiyuan's appearance was like Guanyin Bodhisattva who saved the suffering and was immediately dispelled a demon and ghost. Sanpang suggested that the three of them find a place to sit.

Wei Qian turned his head and explained to Xiao Fei a few words. Finally, his eyes turned to the two young men in the project budget. The terrifying Dong Wei suddenly showed a terrifying smile like a vampire.

"Tomorrow, we have to apply for a Nobel Prize for those two children." Dong Wei said lightly.

Xiao Fei asked calmly: "Oh, which award?"

Director Wei: "Special award for embarrassing eyes."

He said this and walked away with his hands in his pockets under the fearful eyes of the two young men.

...It seems that bullying these unlucky children can regain a little sad balance for the most embarrassment just now.

Sanpang circled around Wei Zhiyuan's pickup truck, kicked the tire, and then reached out to scrape the rust on the car door: "It looks useless, it's quite strong."

"I just got off the expressway and checked before getting on the expressway." Wei Zhiyuan took off his broken straw hat and held it in his hand. He glanced at Wei Qian, and put down his rolled-up sleeves uncomfortably, "Hehe, brother."

When Wei Qian saw it, he saw that all his teeth were still white.

Wei Qian has been sitting in the position of the company's soul for many years. He was young, and no matter how he was, it was even more unreasonable. Therefore, he had already developed a scheming of joy and anger. At this moment, no matter how ups and downs his mood was, his face still recovered quickly after a brief loss of composure. At this time, he just nodded lightly: "Well, have you eaten?"

Wei Zhiyuan: "No, I haven't been to it yet."

Wei Qian reached out and patted Wei Zhiyuan on the back: "Then let's go."

In third-tier cities, the sky is high and the emperor is far away, and this area is full of gold-sweeping caves that are full of drunkenness and dreams.

The three of them walked to a hotel and went in to find a secluded private room.

Wei Qian took the menu and did not ask anyone else's opinion. He flipped it from beginning to end, ordered the dishes within five minutes, then threw the menu, and said to the waiter: "Apart from serving the dishes, no one asked you to come in, and I would give me a bowl of millet porridge - there was no porridge? Then go to the porridge shop opposite to buy me a bowl."

Sanpang stopped working and began to protest: "Why are this kid's favorite food? Where are mine?"

Wei Qian raised his eyelids and glanced at him: "I have eaten for a day today, but Isn't it enough for you to perform?"

Sanpang: "Do you have a conscience? Is it okay to drink all your drinks? Isn't it all for you to block it? Then who - little sister, give me a plate of braised pork."

Wei Qian turned his head and sneered softly: "Merge similar items."

Wei Zhiyuan soon discovered that over the years, his brother seemed to have no difference except for his aura and his dressing was a little more sensible. If there were any changes, he wouldn't speak human language. He recalled that since he met just now, Wei Qian had basically never been polite to anyone except to Mr. Zhang, an outsider.

The eldest brother probably didn't react when he saw him just now, and he came back to his senses. Wei Zhiyuan had a premonition that the other party's firepower was about to come. He could not help but have a little bit of masochism in front of Wei Qian, because he knew that Wei Qian's bad attitude was always clear inside and outside, and even sarcasm had become a unique way of expressing closeness.

Sure enough, Wei Qian took a sip of tea, looked up and down at Wei Zhiyuan, then frowned and asked, "Why are all the money I sent to you? You won't pretend to be a black slave and go to work in an illegal farm, right?"

Wei Zhiyuan was so willing to be imprisoned by him, and his eyes were as if they were stuck to Wei Qian and refused to tear them off.

Wei Zhiyuan said: "This matter is a long story - my first stop back to China is Hong Kong. Isn't there tourists from all over the country and there are currency exchange points everywhere? Basically, I just need to exchange it as you like. As a result, after staying in Hong Kong for a week, I forgot about the exchange of money. When I went to Taiwan, it was almost 11 o'clock in the evening when I went to Taoyuan Airport. The places where I could exchange money at the airport were closed. I remembered that there was no NTD and I couldn't even buy tickets for the airport bus. Fortunately, I encountered a sunset group from Taichung. Several aunts saw that I was pitiful and took me back to Taichung. I stayed at someone's house for a few days and felt a little embarrassed to be warmly entertained. They happened to have an orchard in their house, so I went over to help someone for a few days, and then it turned out to be a beauty."

What's the matter? Wei Qianxin said, the heaviest job I asked you to do is to clean glass during festivals and festivals. Is it just to let you come back and work as a short-term worker in the orchard?

He said sternly, "Oh, I said why don't you go home when I return to China? It turns out that the family is too small to be able to accommodate you, a returnee doctor, right?"

Sanpang interrupted and said, "Hey, Qian'er, you have a rest first. Can you spray it when he is full? Xiaoyuan, so are you. When you come back, you don't even say hello."

He paused, looked at Wei Qian, hesitated, and asked Wei Zhiyuan tentatively: "It's because he doesn't want to see anyone? Haha, it's not me, my third brother, right?"

Wei Zhiyuan raised his head and looked at him without dodging. With a smile, he was gloomy. He said bluntly: "What, I was ignorant back then, and the third brother was also for my brother... to be with me."

Sanpang didn't expect that he would dare to tell Wei Qian in front of him, and was stunned.

However, when Wei Qian heard this, he immediately guessed something in his heart. He lowered his head and turned his fingers into his teacup, showing nothing, so as not to be embarrassed by the three of them.

"I'm not going home." Wei Zhiyuan changed the topic as if nothing had happened, "We are doing something over there. I'm a businessman. I rented that car. I'll go home after the business. I was just thinking of telling me and meeting you..."

He remembered something, and his expression became a little weird: "You...what are you?"

Sanpang immediately ignored what he said just now and waved his hands repeatedly: "Don't talk nonsense! They are all old guys named Zhang who are not serious. We were forced to go there by him. We didn't even make scenes and planned to leave. I, I, I, I, are serious people with a family. Don't slander my innocence."

Wei Zhiyuan laughed out loud.

Then, he turned his head and looked at Wei Qian. There was something in his eyes that was indescribable. His eyes seemed to have electricity. He swept across Wei Qian in a false way: "Besides, my concentration has not yet reached my home. I am afraid of being crazy after drinking too much, and I am confused after drinking."

Sanpang didn't realize what the rhythm was, and he was just stunned.

Wei Qian's face darkened, and he threw the chopsticks on the spot. Two chopsticks jumped high and fell to the ground with a sensation: "Wei Zhiyuan!"

Wei Zhiyuan quickly gave him the twin new ones: "I'm kidding, kidding, brother, don't be angry, don't ignore me for another year... Ah, yes, that's the case, I'm going to make something with a few friends now, are you interested in listening to it? Welcome to invest."

"Ignore this for a year" or something, and what makes people like this on the spot, and what makes them Mr. Wei turn against each other because of a word... Sanfat is almost certain that something must have happened before Wei Zhiyuan went abroad that year that he didn't know. The fat man's words were in his heart and finally gathered into two words - "Damn it."

He had various strange expressions as if his facial muscles were necrotic. Finally, he looked at Wei Qian, then looked at Wei Zhiyuan, and had to stand up in the deadly atmosphere to block the hole of the gun, and laughed dryly: "Okay, tell me."

Wei Zhiyuan immediately said what they were doing now - a few of their classmates started and were recruiting a large group of people to do a highway online game, with various highways based on scenery from all over the world as the prototype, and the dungeon maps were randomly opened. Players need to replenish supplies and repair vehicles at any time. In order to obtain supplies and upgrade, various plots and tasks will be triggered.

"I am planning the map of China, so I personally ran all the important 'supply points' set in the three regions of the Taiwan Strait and Taiwan." Wei Zhiyuan said, "In the various copies of the 'supply points', the NPC's attitude is set into a set of random numbers that meet a certain distribution. That is to say, players may encounter 'good people' or 'bad people', all based on luck. Now we have contacted a few friends who are studying sociology to discuss the possibility of plot development under some extreme settings."

Wei Qian's expression was a little slow, he paused and asked, "What is your positioning and where is the value point? Let's hear it."

Wei Zhiyuan: "Locating office workers who are tired of working from 9 to 5 and good students who do not skip classes. People who have been living a long and unchanging life are easily bored with daily life. We simulate a world with vast oceans and sky. The specific planning book is in my car and will be shown to you later. I will drive to City A tomorrow and then go home from City A, and this task will be completed."

When Sanpang heard that he said it was quite like that, he felt relieved: "Okay, brother, it's a bit interesting."

Wei Qian asked, "When I said I would invest in you, why would you rather knock on other people's doors one by one than tell me?"

Wei Zhiyuan picked up the bowl, drank the last sip of the soup, smiled at him, revealing two snow-white tiger teeth: "I wasn't confident at that time. Now we are looking for partners around the world. Brother, please join us, we will have a happy cooperation."

Wei Zhiyuan said that, and he was about to leave soon. It seemed that he met Wei Qian by chance. Apart from having a meal, it did not have any impact on his schedule. Wei Qian took out the key of the monk from his pocket and gave it to him. Before leaving, he told Wei Zhiyuan: "Xiaobao is now shooting an advertisement in City A. You can go and see her when you have time. Something happened to a project department. I have to go over and take a look. You can go home by yourself after you finish your business."

Wei Zhiyuan: "Okay, I'll wait for you to go home."

After he said that, he took out a string of beads from his bag and put them on Wei Qian's hand: "This is a piece of rosewood that I asked for, and it is not worth it, but a total of 108 beads, all of which were hand-milled by myself, so I will bring you some fun."

After Wei Zhiyuan finished speaking, he gently clenched Wei Qian's hand as if nothing had happened, and turned around and left.

Wei Qian and Sanpang watched him drive a small pickup truck and walk away all the way. Sanpang finally couldn't help but ask Wei Qian: "Brother, what does this mean? Do you know he is to you... that?"

Wei Qian lowered his eyes and felt upset: "Yes."

Sanpang sighed, feeling a mess in front of him. Wei Zhiyuan came back this time and felt even more confusing. He had to break the can and make this piece clear with Wei Qian's words that seemed ridiculous and bizarre and even difficult to speak.

Sanpang: "What do you think?"

"Absurd." Wei Qian answered him, but did not take off the beads on his wrist.

After he finished speaking, he picked up a cigarette and took out the phone while walking.

Sanpang heard him call his subordinates in a slow tone that made people feel cold on his back: "The facade is anti-alkali? [Note] Oh, now I know I'm anxious? Dear, you guys, you really have some tricks, how to do waterproofing? What do the people who are accepting the project eat? How to deal with it? Let the relevant responsible person stand in a row and lick the wall for me, clean it, clean..."

It seemed that the rare human touch on him also disappeared as Wei Zhiyuan walked away.

A strange thought suddenly arose in Sanpang's mind: Is it important for his own life or secular ethics?

Immediately, Sanpang shook his head hard, feeling that he was simply crazy.

Let’s talk about Wei Zhiyuan’s side, he soon arrived in City A and contacted Xiaobao according to the number given by Wei Qian.

Song Xiaobao and a male model who was filming advertisements were waiting for him at the intersection of the expressway. As soon as he saw Wei Zhiyuan, Xiaobao asked the male companion who came with him to drive back. He got into Wei Zhiyuan's car and first cried loudly. After crying, he returned to her chattering nature. Wei Zhiyuan took her to dinner. After walking the way, she talked all the way.

What she said most was Wei Qian. Every time she heard about that person, Wei Zhiyuan stopped interrupting and listened quietly, feeling that his memories that had been blank for more than four years were being completed bit by bit in Xiaobao's narrative.

Finally, Xiaobao returned to the crew reluctantly. Wei Zhiyuan found a hotel to stay and prepared to go home the next day.

After taking a shower, he sat down at the table, took out a ragged cowhide book from his luggage, and wrote down the date.

"I didn't expect to see him in that situation. Even if there were countless people and countless voices around me, I could tell him immediately. After more than four years, I tried my best to make myself look calm and go back to see him after finishing my business. I didn't expect that there were always so many accidents.

I realized that I miss him so much.

At the beginning, in that situation, I was really angry, not because of jealousy, but how could he treat myself so perfunctorily? I bit the tip of my tongue and then calmed down, but I found that he was also forced, as if indirectly causing a funny accident in order to escape.

I was a little nervous, and I felt so unreasonable that I had made a decision and still couldn't face him calmly.

Maybe if you can calm down, you won’t be considered a deep love?

I think I found something to focus on for the next period of time: to do my current job perfectly, as well, to get my people.”

After he finished speaking, he sat quietly under the lamp for a while and gave himself ten minutes to reflect on himself.

After completing all the homework of the day, he changed into sportswear and went to the hotel's own gym to exercise routinely. When he thought that he would be able to go home the next day, Wei Zhiyuan kept smiling until he lay down.

Xiaobao packed a box of low-sugar and low-fat desserts and took them back to share with colleagues. Alex, a mixed-race male model who drove for her, said at first that she wanted to maintain her body shape, but she refused to eat it. She knocked on her door again in the middle of the night, covering her stomach pitifully to ask for it.

Xiaobao: "You guys have such a little bit of success. I know that I will leave you a piece and come in and eat it."

The tall and handsome Alex was so moved that she burst into tears, and she said "I whimper": "Li Li, you are my goddess."

Alex is a pure gay man, and a very ethical and pure zero for thousands of years. He never makes one. He has deep facial features and is both humble and shameless.

"Is that your brother here in the afternoon?" Alex asked while eating, "Hey, fuck, that body shape, that look...tsk tsk."

Xiaobao picked up the clothes rack and twitched hard behind him: "I warn you, little gay, don't hit my brother, otherwise you won't kill you."

She didn't hurt to hit someone, and Alex didn't take it seriously. She bent her back and let her hit her, but she said, "Little girl, do you think your brother is straight? It's obvious that he is my kind of naive child."

Song Xiaobao: "You fart!"

Alex: "Hahahaha, yeah, it's so smelly."

His reaction made Xiaobao's heart thrill--Alex only takes seriousness when he is playing tricks, and basically has this kind of careless attitude when he tells the truth.

Is the second brother...

It can't be true, right?
Chapter completed!