"What did you mess with her?" Meng Shuyan said helplessly.

"Who asked her to recommend me?" Zhang Jian hummed, "I feel a little unhappy."

"You!" Meng Shuyan shook his head, "Concentrate."

"I understand!" Zhang Jian nodded.

Next, Zhang Jian came to the room on the second floor to rest.

It's really just rest.

Since the last time it was rumored that someone won 30 million in mahjong.

The number of guests in Villa No. 5 has increased a lot, and they all chose mahjong.

But this kind of follow-up has not attracted any experts.

The most important thing is that the guests have been arranged.

Villa No. 5 does not need to be a banker, Zhang Jian’s task is to inspect.

If you find someone tampering with or paying a thousand, take action in time.

The core of this job is indeed what Sister Yun said.

He slept directly on the tatami in the room until dawn.

No one came to disturb him during this period, which means nothing happened.

When he got off work at 7 o'clock in the morning, he left in Meng Shuyan's car.

"It's a bit difficult!" Zhang Jian twisted his neck and said.

"Familiar with me for a few nights first," Meng Shuyan said, "and then you stay in the No. 14 Bianye and wait for Sister Yun's call. Generally, you don't need to take action."

"Sister Yun wants me to be a consultant?" Zhang Jian didn't understand.

"Sister Yun can't be separated after all. If something happens, she can't stop it alone. This is why I have to go there at night." Meng Shuyan smiled, "Now with you, her work pressure will be much less, and my burden will be much less."

"No wonder you convinced me to join the company, but in the end it was for myself." Zhang Jian curled his lips.

"Don't behave yourself when you get a bargain." Meng Shuyan said speechlessly.

Zhang Jian ended the brief conversation with a hilarious laughter.

When he got home, Zhang Jian took a shower and then lay on the bed to watch a movie.

An hour and a half later, he added another lottery.

Without any hesitation, Zhang Jianma chose to draw.

"Congratulations on getting: Alang's memory."

"From: Alang's story."

Before he could react, Zhang Jian felt dizzy in his head.

Immediately afterwards, his eyes blurred and he slowly fell asleep.

In his sleep, he accepted all the memories of Alang.

"Alang's Story" released on March 16, 1989,

It was filmed by director Navel Peak of Xiangjiang.

It's actually a story about a prodigal son looking back.

Alang, played by Fa Ge, is an excellent racer and a bohemian prodigal son.

His girlfriend Bobo is deeply in love with him.

Ignoring his shortcomings and marrying him regardless of his mother's objection.

After marriage, Alang still did not change and even beat his pregnant wife.

When his wife was about to give birth, he still went to participate in illegal racing.

As a result, he was arrested and imprisoned for hitting and killing a policeman during the game.

Bobo's mother colluded with the doctor to lie about the death of the baby and took Bobo to the United States.

After Alang was released from prison, he regretted the ending of his wife and children.

He took his son back from the orphanage, named him Yang Yuebo and the nickname was Bozai.

The father and son depend on each other for life, and Alang relied on driving a truck to raise his children.

He tried his best to give his lifelong fatherly love to Bozai.

Ten years later, Alang accompanied Bozai to participate in a competition.

It just so happened that the competition was held by Bobo for a US fashion company to promote children's clothing.

After Bobo learned that Bozai was his son, he wanted to take Bozai away.

In order to fight for Bozai and express his determination to remarry, Alang is in order to give Bozai a complete home,

I insisted on participating in the upcoming car race, but I didn't want my old illness to relapse, and people and cars fell into the sea of ​​fire.

Zhang Jian accepted Alang's complete memory.

In this memory, he is Alang.

From birth to growth, getting involved in racing, getting to know Bobo, to being imprisoned later, etc.

Everything is vivid in my mind, all of which he has experienced personally.

Until the end, the scorching flames and the strong burning sensation made Zhang Jian suddenly wake up.

He looked at the ceiling in sweat.

With fear and a little complicated emotion in his eyes, Zhang Jian sat up like this.

After a while, he slowly exhaled and returned to calm.

No matter how true it is, memory is just memory after all.

He is still Zhang Jian, and there is no change in this.

After looking at the time, I didn't expect it to be twelve o'clock noon.

Zhang Jian came to the bathroom to take a shower. Under the stimulation of the cold water, his muscles began to relax.

After taking a shower and changing clothes, Zhang Jian dried his hair.

Then he took out the car keys and came to the garage.

The black R8 is extremely cool, and no man will remain indifferent.

The same is true for Zhang Jian, who accepted Alang's memory.

He got into the car and started it directly.

The low voice instantly stimulated Zhang Jian's senses, and at this moment he seemed to have become Alang.

The car drove out of the garage smoothly, and after the automatic gate fell,

A light tail swing was used, and the black car went out of the villa area.

The car window opened and the cold wind blew, and Zhang Jian looked ahead with a melancholy look.

He could convince himself, just pretend that he had a dream.

But Alang's memory is very real, just like the ten years of combat experience of Tieqiao San.

It has been completely digested by him and exists in his mind.

He clearly knows nothing about driving, but when the car starts, he naturally knows how to do it.

Then as the car ran, my experience about driving slowly emerged in my mind.

All of this happened naturally.

Not only driving, he basically masters Alang's abilities.

Even some tips on the boat.

After running outside for an hour, Zhang Jian was not only familiar with the car, but also with the new traffic rules. He went from a rookie to an old driver.

But this was nothing to be excited about for Zhang Jian.

Alang's memory inevitably had some impact on him.

So much so that when he was dining outside and driving back to the villa, he was a little depressed.

When he arrived at the backyard, he began to practice boxing.

Over and over again, until he was exhausted, he felt much better.

"Grass, garbage system!"

He suddenly cursed, turned over and stood up, making a strange cry.

After venting, he got much better.
To be continued...