Later, Wei Qian recalled that at that moment - when Lao Xiong took him out to whip the corpse in public, he really had only one problem and two choices in his mind: Should he break up with Xiong Yingjun? Or should he die with him?

But he soon had no time to think about such a philosophical problem. Lao Xiong took a step to the side and pulled the chair back: "If you agree, then sit here. Now, I will not participate in any decisions. You have the final say. In the end, I will take responsibility if I die or live. If you don't agree, we will continue to follow the plan and I will wait to collect the body."

Wei Qian, who was "infused with yellow robe", looked at him, and his eyes turned from thousands of words to one sentence: Why don't you die?

Old Xiong's eyes fell on Wei Qian, and then avoided Wei Qian's eyes.

Now, all the review and repentance have ended here.

He knew that this was a shameless thing. Lao Xiong held the famous brand on the conference table in his hand, but knew in his heart that this was what he could do and he left with dignity.

He could see clearly that when Wei Qian was suddenly named, his eyes were flustered at that moment.

Surprised, disbelief and confusion flashed across, and finally fell on the anger that came to his senses.

But Lao Xiong knew that he would definitely come over.

Wei Qian is such a person who does not cry without seeing the coffin. It has nothing to do with his age and experience. He has become accustomed to the days when he has nowhere to escape. Even if one day the end of the world is over and all the birds and beasts scatter, he must be the one who reacts the slowest.

Only such a person can afford the backbone of a company or even a company.

After a while, Wei Qian, as he expected, lowered his head and tidied up his clothes, stood up and walked over.

Lao Xiong handed him the famous brand. Wei Qian hesitated for a moment and took it over. The chairman and secretary were well-trained. Before he could react to what was going on, he moved quickly and quickly changed the glass of water and placed it in front of Wei Qian.

The water cup was placed on the table for a long time, but the water surface was still trembling. I wonder if it was because the girl holding the water was shaking.

The wooden chair would become cold after a while. Wei Qian felt the strong winds and waves that rushed towards the helm, which made him feel breathless.

Except for a few young people who have just started working, most of them are older than him, and they are all looking at him without saying a word. In this world, everyone will pick on others. Even in the most detailed places, someone can find various reasons and make them seem to be very insightful and criticized.

But when most people really sit in this position, they will be overwhelmed by this extreme, fear exposed to risks.

It might seem amazing to say this. Anyway, the moment Wei Qian sat on Lao Xiong's chair, his heart was like everyone else, and his resentment towards Lao Xiong disappeared.

"Why didn't I stop him?" Wei Qian asked himself, "Is it out of sympathy for Chen Lu?"

No one would allow Lao Xiong to play a waste of emotions with hundreds of millions of dollars. The most fundamental reason for them to remain silent all the way was that, including himself, no one saw the risk point of the project when he made the decision. No one expected that the small hillside would be divided into an oversupply villa market in just a few months, and no one saw in Huatuanjinchuang's project proposal that it did not have a accurate customer group.

The market is unpredictable, and all the winds and sunny ends may be a hideous face. The Titanic hit an iceberg. Every day, countless ships of all sizes and sizes quietly disappeared and sank.

And such sinisterness is not so easy for ordinary employees and even management to feel, because they are all in the eyes of the helmsman.

Now, in his eyes.

Wei Qian did not give any inaugural speech. He just picked up the water cup and took a sip, moistened his throat, and said briefly: "I won't mention anything else. Please ask Mr. Xiong to talk about the sales situation of the project department first, and then the budget department and the investment department announce the funding gap. After listening, those who want to leave can leave early, and go back and submit the resignation application to the personnel department in time. Those who want to stick to stay will stay. Let's discuss the work focus of the next stage - Lao Xiong, let's start with you."

But the fact is that although he said so, no one left the market early, and it was difficult to find a job. As long as he could pay a salary for one day, the employees would not quit voluntarily. As for the managers... If someone had the decision and insightful opinion of "quitting early", they might not have come to this point.

The longest meeting was over, and Wei Qian and Lao Xiong were the last ones left.

Wei Qian stood up and stood still in front of Lao Xiong, and Lao Xiong closed his eyes.

"What are you doing with your eyes closed?" Wei Qian said angrily, "Don't you think you're like this bear, I have the appetite to kiss you, right?"

Lao Xiong whispered: "I thought you would hit me."

Wei Qian glanced around and said, "Here? Then I can't. At least I will wait until after get off work. When you walk to a place where there is no one, I will put a sack for you first and then take it."

The old bear smiled softly: "What a hooligan."

Then he leaned heavily on the back of the chair, leaned his head back, and looked at the ceiling above his head.

After a while, Lao Xiong said in a muttering voice: "Sometimes I am wondering, what am I still doing here? Shouldn't I take Chen Lu away, travel around the world, or wait quietly for the last moment with her?"

Wei Qian sat down quietly next to the old bear. In front of him was a conference room with no one except them. The transparent and cold stone-faced long table reflected his bizarre shadow on the surface, and it seemed to be the opening remark of some mysterious fable.

"But I know that when I got to this point, I didn't want to see her more. I dreamed of dying for her in the middle of the night, but I woke up but didn't dare to turn my head to look at her face. Do you think I'm sick?" The old bear showed green stubble on his chin, and he looked up at Wei Qian as if he hadn't slept for ten thousand years, with a kind of ashes and quiet calmness in his eyes. He said, "Qian'er, please let me go to the C City Project. If you have any errands, you can stand by at any time."

Wei Qian didn't know what he should say, he had never even had a relationship. How did he know what happened to the couple?

"Okay, do whatever you want." Wei Qian said, stood up and left.

Maybe one day when Chen Lu dies, Lao Xiong will be free.

But there really is one day when old bear or old bear?

Time will condense sand into stones, and what will condense the earliest and most youthful love into?

Wei Qian suddenly regretted the anger at Wei Zhiyuan that day.

Wei Qian washed his face with the bathroom sink and threw all his regrets and doubts aside as quickly as possible. He knew that his top priority was to do two things: how to stabilize his creditors, how to delay negotiations, and how to make up for the funding gap, whether to find a way to revitalize the projects in City C or find a way to retreat.

Wei Qian never wanted to look back on how he spent that time.

When he had nothing in the past, he calculated his fingers with Mrs. Song for 180 yuan at home. He felt the pressure of survival. His responsibility was to make a family, to make himself better and to ask his sister to ask for pocket money, so that she would not temporarily think of excuses to hide because she didn't have it.

Now, he is considered a proletarian in this city, and no one will think he is a poor man anymore. Although the billboard fell and killed three people these days, two of them were all the same, but no one would deny that he was indeed a good person.

The pressure he was under changed from a family to dozens of people in the company, or even hundreds of people, next month's salary and hundreds of millions of debts.

Sanpang secretly said to him: "Qian'er, I'm going to tell you, I really can't sleep. I get up every night and wander around the house. My parents thought I was hysterical at first, so they were about to send me to a mental hospital. My father told me to quit my job and stop working. I bought a small shop two years ago and rented it to someone else. I took it back and opened a hot pot restaurant myself. I can only have enough food and clothing, and I will have enough food and clothing first. Food and clothing are also good."

Sanpang said the truth. He is frowning all day long, and he is not energetic in dating his beloved goddess... He even forgot to remind Wei Qian about the look of his coveted eyes that his wolf dogs have been looking at the bones along the way.

Wei Qian commented on him and said, "Look at your promising prospect."

Sanpang glared: "Can you sleep? Why don't I believe it?"

Wei Qian glanced at him slantedly: "Do you think I can't sleep?"

When Sanpang saw that he was really in good spirits, he couldn't say he was radiant. At least the face of the dock was clean, his face was not ugly, there was no blood in his eyes, nor dark circles. He had clear thoughts when he spoke, and even his donkey temper and coffin face were performing normally, without any abnormalities.

Sanfat convinced him, and thought to himself that there is indeed a difference between people.

When Wei Qian was admitted to a key high school, he thought that this kid worked hard and loved studying. Now Sanpang discovered that the gap between him and Wei Qian was indeed like a natural barrier. Not to mention anything else, his psychological quality was enough to catch up with Empress Dowager Cixi, who lost his power and humiliated the country and could eat and sleep well. It was simply out of control.

Empress Dowager Cixi has been living for many years, and the spiritual world of the traitorous woman has long been unverified. Wei Qian didn't know what was going on, but he knew that his spiritual world was always shaking and collapsed.

"Sleeping" is simply because he brags and fools... no, appropriate packaging to stabilize the morale of the army.

That year, Wei Qian began to suffer from insomnia. Before that, he never thought that this problem would fall on him. He once prejudiced that it was all those rich and leisure men who would cover their chests and lose insomnia.

In the past twenty years, he was able to fall asleep anytime and anywhere. Now, he finally dared not stand and speak without any pain in his back.

I don’t know whether he is physiological or mentally psychogenic. At the beginning, Wei Qian was often busy until the second half of the night, and his life was irregular. He was not very sleepy after one or two o’clock. He could only sniff for a while when dawn was about to break out. Over time, he found that he could not fall asleep even if he lay down on time.

In order to make himself look less like a dead dog, Wei Qian began to take sleeping pills in small quantities.

This incident was always a secret until it was discovered by Wei Zhiyuan.

That day, Wei Qian went out to meet a consulting company and came back very early. Wei Zhiyuan has been taking his team to do the final debugging of the program recently. He made it very late every day. When he got home, he saw Wei Qian's shoes being closed and the bedroom door was closed, he thought he was asleep.

Since there was basically no living on the next day and it was winter vacation and there was no need to go to class, Wei Zhiyuan was not in a hurry to rest. After washing up briefly, he sat down and began to study the next plan and general ideas.

When it was almost one or two o'clock, Wei Zhiyuan suddenly heard a sound in the living room. He didn't care at first, but later he felt something was wrong - it seemed that he was looking for something.

After Wei Qian finished taking his sleeping pills, he forgot about it for a while, and he didn't think about getting up and buying them. In the middle of the night, he couldn't sleep as much as ever. After rolling in pain in the bed for a while, he came up with a bad idea in his heart - many cold medicines contain sleeping ingredients, and he decided to make do with them for a while and use cold medicines instead of sleeping pills.

It is three parts poisonous. Wei Qian knew it well. He also knew that eating too much of this thing would harm the organs and brain nerves if you eat too much.

But putting the pain of insomnia aside, it’s not unbearable, but Wei Qian has to negotiate the debt extension the next day, and there is still a tough battle to fight. How can he not sleep at this time?

The more Wei Qian thought about it, the more anxious he became, the less he couldn't sleep. In the end, he almost felt that even if rat medicine could make him lie down and sleep for a night, he could still have a bowl of cold face.

Wei Zhiyuan observed him for a while and asked strangely: "Did you catch a cold?"

In his impression, Wei Qian's physique is not the kind that is prone to colds - if he is sick, he is a serious illness, and he is usually fine.

Wei Qian was startled, and the cold medicine in his hand fell back into the drawer. He looked back at Wei Zhiyuan and thought resentfully that when this kid grew up, his ability to walk quietly like a weasel did not retreat.

Wei Qian was too lazy to explain to him, but just made an excuse: "Oh, a little bit."

Wei Zhiyuan didn't believe it. Wei Qian didn't speak abnormally, and he didn't look like he had a fever. Moreover, with his brother's urinary nature, he might not even notice it if he had a minor disaster or a minor illness, let alone taking the initiative to take medicine.

"A little bit? You just look for cold medicine in the middle of the night?" Wei Zhiyuan walked over, frowned and looked suspiciously at the medicine he had taken, sweeping over the effects and side effects at a glance, and suddenly raised his head and asked, "Brother, you can't sleep, are you?"

Wei Qian cursed in his heart with a blank expression: "How come this bastard can even see this?"

At the same time, he calmly stretched out his hand at Wei Zhiyuan, and still said perfunctorily in his silly tone: "Well, a little - give it to me, you can rest early."

Wei Zhiyuan shrank his hand: "You can't take cold medicine like this."

Wei Qian: "It's okay, it's not often."

Wei Zhiyuan looked at him incredibly: "Do you still want to be often? You...ah, you wait."

He took out a bag of milk from the refrigerator, poured it into a small pot, cooked it on the fire, and added a spoonful of sugar to it.

This thing doesn't work after drinking it. Wei Qian had tried it a long time ago, but he didn't refuse Wei Zhiyuan's kindness, but just said to him: "Isn't it okay to just put it in the microwave?"

"That's different." Wei Zhiyuan said.

Why is it not hot? Wei Qian didn't think it was, but it seemed to taste a little different. He guessed it might be because of Wei Zhiyuan's spoonful of extra sugar.

After drinking, he went back to the house, intending to wait for the little boy to fall asleep before looking for a while. Unexpectedly, as soon as he lay down, Wei Zhiyuan followed in with the quilt in his arms. Wei Qian turned on the bedside lamp and silently watched Wei Zhiyuan throw the quilt on his bed, with a heavy object mixed in between. When he opened it, it was a very thick notebook rolled in the quilt.

Wei Qian: "What are you doing?"

Wei Zhiyuan squeezed into his bed: "Watch you sleep."

Wei Qian felt that although he couldn't sleep, he couldn't be said to be particularly awake. If he had to describe it, his whole nerve was in a state of numbness between sleep and awakening. He tried to think about what was going on. After a moment, he gave up and asked his baby brother: "Are you planning to knock me out with this?"

Wei Zhiyuan said: "I have a new idea that I can tell you. There is a very boring algorithm in the middle to see if I can tell you to fall asleep."
To be continued...