You Shulang's new house is in a great location, less than a 10-minute walk from the subway.
Although it was early spring, the night wind was still cold, but he was not in a hurry to go home.
Sitting on a bench in the community, he took a cigarette from the cigarette box, thought for a moment, and pushed it back. You Shulang smoked too much today, and his throat was a little hoarse now.
He took out a few pages of paper from his briefcase, which were photocopies of the contract signed between Changling Pharmaceutical and Pinfeng Venture Capital.
As he flipped through the papers, he recalled Huang Qimin's words: "I've also approached other investment companies, but they either thought Changling's project had no prospects or tried every means to squeeze our interests. Only Pinfeng offered the most generous conditions, and they were indeed very thoughtful in designing the later marketing strategy."
"But if you put 'process optimization to be completed within 20 days' on paper, aren't you afraid that he will go back on his word and ask you to pay a huge penalty?" You Shulang asked at the time.
Huang Qimin waved his hands and said, "They have already invested so much in the early stage. There is no reason for them to do such a thing that harms others and does not benefit themselves. Besides, if they really turn their backs on me and push me into a corner, I will hand over the unfinished process to them. If they want me to pay compensation, there is no way!"
After a long silence, the fat old man sighed again: "Then again, if it really comes to that, all the efforts our entire team has put into this project will be wasted."
The recollection stopped here, You Shulang threw the photocopy onto the bench, and took out a cigarette and put it between his teeth.
"Fan Xiao, what do you want?" You Shulang's hoarse voice was crushed in the early spring wind...
You Shulang returned to his new home, took off his coat and suit, and poured himself a glass of wine first.
The red wine, which had just come into contact with the air, still had a sour taste. Even after drinking the whole glass in one gulp, You Shulang was still unable to relieve his sorrow.
Putting down the cup, he walked towards the bedroom, untying his tie as he walked, and unbuttoning his shirt while standing in front of the closet. Just as he was about to change into pajamas, his hand suddenly stopped.
He turned around and looked around the room, examining every inch of it. He thought for a moment before opening the closet door and slowly changing his clothes.
After leaving the bedroom, You Shulang made a phone call. He had been the office director for many years, and entertaining guests was his daily job. Guests had different hobbies, some liked highbrow culture, and some liked lowbrow culture.
You Shulang makes all the arrangements for these preferences.
He dialed the internal number of a nightclub he was familiar with, and ordered a duck in a few words. When asked about his preference, You Shulang coughed lightly and said, "Thinner, with more breasts, fair skin, and who likes to act like a spoiled child."
The person arrived quickly, and within half an hour, the doorbell rang.
You Shulang tightened the belt of his nightgown, walked over and opened the door.
A handsome boy was standing outside the door. He looked to be just over twenty years old. There were a few pimples on his forehead, which were covered with thick foundation.
The boy's eyes lit up when he saw You Shulang, and he put his hand on the door frame to tease him: "Brother, is this the person you called?"
"Come in." You Shulang turned and walked back to the living room, picked up the red wine and asked, "Would you like a glass?"
The boy floated to You Shulang with a lingering aroma, leaned on his shoulder, and said faintly: "Brother, do you like to drink before doing it? But I like to drink while doing it."
You Shulang looked back at him, reached out and patted his face: "Okay, then I'll accompany you while we do it and drink."
The boy hadn't met such a high-quality customer for a long time. He was a little overwhelmed and hugged You Shulang's waist.
"Brother, I took a shower before coming here and cleaned myself up, so I can come directly."
You Shulang took a sip of wine, with a faint aroma of wine in his breath: "That's exciting enough, let's go lie down."
The boy was very obedient, he stood on tiptoe and kissed You Shulang on the face, then took off his clothes and walked towards the bedroom. Every move he made seemed to be carefully planned, showing off his most superior assets to the fullest.
After a while, the person was already lying on the bed, and both the movements and the lines were exciting.
You Shulang walked slowly towards the bedroom. Just as he reached the door, his cell phone rang.
With a layer of coldness in his eyes, You Shulang ignored the disturbing ringing sound.
When his toes touched the edge of the bed, You Shulang placed his hand on something soft and gently scratched it.
The ringing sound that had just stopped rang again seamlessly. You Shulang still ignored it and began to loosen the belt of his bathrobe.
Bang bang bang, there was a loud knock on the door, followed by the sound of a key opening the door.
The door panel slammed with a loud noise, and the next moment, You Shulang saw the angry Fan Xiao.
really!
He threw a piece of clothing over the frightened boy. Then he looked at Fan Xiao lazily and asked indifferently, "Why don't you continue to watch the show? Don't you like to monitor other people's lives?"
Fan Xiao, who was blocking the door, had a dark face. The screen of the mobile phone in his hand was still showing the scene in the room.
You Shulang glanced at his phone and said in a cold voice, "The angle and clarity are both good. How many cameras like this has Mr. Fan installed?"
With a snap, the phone screen was turned off, and the ferocity in Fan Xiao's eyes was clearly visible.
He rarely shows his emotions and has become accustomed to putting on a shell around himself so that no one can touch the real him.
But now, Fan Xiao looked at the boy on the bed whose external conditions were completely different from his own. No matter how hard his shell was, it could not hide his anger and evil thoughts.
His voice was colder than ever before: "Why don't you get out?"
The boy was often caught and had some experience. He also realized that Fan Xiao was not someone to be trifled with, so he quickly got out of bed and quickly put on his clothes.
"Don't worry." You Shulang said gently, "No one can hurt you."
He took out a wad of money from his pocket and handed it over: "Thank you for your hard work."
The boy was somewhat touched, and felt even more sorry that he didn't get to eat You Shulang's meat. He glanced at Fan Xiao, who was about to lose control of his anger, and murmured softly: "Do you want me to call the police for you?"
You Shulang smiled and almost blinded the boy's eyes.
"No, be careful on the road."
This scene, in Fan Xiao's eyes, was like flirting. He narrowed his eyes, and was extremely fierce for a moment.
The boy trembled slightly when he passed by Fan Xiao. He had reason to believe that if there was no strong and gentle man holding him down, the man in front of the door would tear him into countless pieces.
The door opened and closed, and there were only two people left in the room.
Fan Xiao was the first to break the silent confrontation, forcing himself to make a mocking gesture: "Director You, a man with such a bright and glorious reputation, also recruits ducks?"
You Shulang smiled softly: "Only after trying it can you tell that you still like it this way."
The veins behind his ears were beating wildly. Fan Xiao clenched his teeth and spoke in a low voice after a while: "Is it you who is fucking him, or is he fucking you? Can he make you feel comfortable?"
Such a straightforward insult pierced into You Shulang's body like a sharp blade. He lowered his eyes, casting a dark shadow on his eyelids: "Fan Xiao, you really succeeded in making me regret all the good things I have done for you."
"You are not worthy at all!"
You Shulang's total denial made Fan Xiao look even more sinister and terrifying. He felt like he had drunk the bitterest water. Every time he thought of how good You Shulang had been to him, he could taste a deeper bitterness. In the end, it all came together into a bitter fruit that he didn't want to swallow, but couldn't spit out either, which only deepened his madness once again.
Fan Xiao walked closer to You Shulang step by step: "Isn't it true, Director You?" He leaned close to You Shulang's cheek and whispered in the man's ear, "Don't you think you can only feel good when you are fucked?"
You Shulang suddenly opened his eyes wide: "Fan Xiao, you!"
"Yes, I have cameras everywhere in these houses, including the bathrooms."
You Shulang: "!"