Chapter 75 Chapter 24 Accounts and Accounts

After Jude Kao returned from Banai, he lived for another three months, and then returned west with a crane.The shareholders of the International Salvage Company restructured and auctioned some assets. Some people in Jude Kao’s team who had personal relationships with me took away many files when many project teams were withdrawn.Of course, these volumes were all sent to me, but none of them were as important as the twelve volumes that were given to me before.Although I found a lot of details in it to supplement the content of the story, the story pieced together as a whole did not move forward.

I had coffee with a few of them, and they told me that the executives at International Salvage would continue to look for more possibilities, and that they were well funded.Several big bosses who might succeed me asked them to bring me a message. If there is a chance, they would like to continue to cooperate with us. The conditions will be more lucrative than when Jude Kao was here. I made a FUCK gesture and asked them to help me convey the meaning back. The dumb sister got married half a year later, and the groom was a very unremarkable man, a little bald, he was middle-aged, and he didn't seem to have much money.Many people said that he didn't really like the dumb sister, but was greedy for the dumb sister's money and status.I attended the wedding. The man's name seemed to be Abang. His eyes were full of cunning, but he was very attentive. He kept toasting everyone and passing cigarettes.As for the dumb sister, she remained expressionless, looking at the empty seat next to me.

Many men are not remembered because of this or that. He is remembered because he will never come back. It is said that the dumb sister and this man fell in love because this man delivered wine in the liquor store, and the number of deliveries was too many. Every time he saw the female customer drunk, he would take care of him, and this was the relationship. After the injury of the leather bag healed, I changed my mind and took the self-examination. The major seemed to be international trade.But he failed in the professional exams. In his own words, with his own level of education, many times he couldn't even understand the questions, let alone how to answer them.In English, he can't even recognize the twenty-six letters.

In the end, he returned to this business, but he definitely didn't do big business anymore.His partner said that his current mantra is "If you have money to make money, you might as well go home and sell tofu flowers."Leather Bag became the most skilled and least daring of their bunch.I think he will soon become a generation of heroes, at least he will be quite rich. Speaking of Xiuxiu, I think Xiuxiu should like Xiaohua. After all, they are people who really grew up together and took on things together, but that kind of liking may not be the kind of liking I think, because the two of them I am too familiar with the other party, and many feelings that should be there have become another deeper thing before they arise.

Xiuxiu didn't contact me again, maybe it was because I hurt her heart, maybe it was the tragic situation and the decision I made at the time, which made her unable to face me again. At this time, my heart has been cultivated well enough, and her escape seems insignificant to me. The last thing to say is the stuffy oil bottle. Some people say, I am most worried about him, because he does not seem to belong to this world.He is a person who keeps going forward for his purpose. Even if there are countless barbs erected on the road he walks, he will keep going, regardless of any harm, until all his flesh is scraped off by the barbs or He reached his destination alive.

In fact, for our two generations, I already know a general outline of the previous generation's affairs, but for him and his purpose, I really don't know at all. I can clearly list the purpose of everyone.But Poker Bottle, he seems to have always been a very passive puppet. In all his affairs, he seems to act for the purpose of others. However, from my experience with Poker Ping, he is a very purposeful person, every time he goes into a place, he has his own purpose.Judging from his professional missing skills and the state of frequent sleepwalking along the way, he must know much more than us.

Many times I feel that in his heart, our purpose is ridiculous, but his purpose is the core. At that time, he refused everyone to accompany him again, and resolutely walked on the path he chose alone. "You have walked enough with me. The next road is the last road. None of you can bear it. I hope you will stop following me." Damn it, what is this called? We were involved in such a big conspiracy. I managed to see the situation clearly, but found that Poker-Face didn't care about these at all. What he cared about was something we didn't know about. matter. Should I hug his thigh and cry "don't leave us"?With the mood and situation at the time, no one had the strength to do so, so we just let him go.

Now, the conspiracy that was designed seems to be over, and most of the mysteries around me have disappeared.However, the mystery surrounding him has never shown any signs of dissolving. And after I broke up with him, he never heard from him again. Everyone lives in peace, and he heads north all the way, as if he has reached his own end.Judging from the expression on his face when he left, all the tragedies we had at that time were insignificant to him. I still remember what Fatty said: If one of your relatives dies while others are still alive, you will feel that this death is a huge catastrophe.And if the relatives around you die one after another within a year, you will slowly become numb.And the look in the younger brother's eyes when he left seemed to be the latter.For a long time, watching the people around you die one by one in various ways, and you find that no one can stay by your side. At this time, you will have a different view on death.

A layer deeper than numbness is indifference, indifference to death. Time passed and I waited for the secrets of that letter to be revealed, but nothing ever came to me.At first I went to check email twice a day, then once a day, then once every three days, and finally once a week, but I never received any messages. I figured no more mail would come to me, I'd been lied to again, and that was the end of it all, it seemed. I'm not sad, and I'm not even struggling.In the end, I even hoped that the email would not come.Going to open the mailbox every week, then close it silently, look at the scenery by the West Lake, and scold my subordinates, such days seem to be pretty good.

In fact, that email had arrived long ago, but I didn’t know it at the time. Someone who looked exactly like me had already taken that email away. I didn’t find out about it until a long time later. One year later, in the beginning of autumn, I rode a bicycle around the West Lake to exercise, and then returned to the shop. As soon as I entered the door, I saw Wang Meng's face was a little strange. After this period of training, Wang Meng has become a particularly calm child.With this expression now, it means that he has encountered something that he can't solve by himself today. I asked him what was the matter, and he pointed to the edge, and I saw a man standing in the corner of the shop, looking through some of the slow-moving rubbings we were selling.

I was quite familiar with the figure of this person, but at that moment, I didn't recognize him. He was wearing a black sweater and had a big backpack beside him. "Brother." When he turned his head, I recognized him, "You...how...how did you come back?" He looked at me lightly for a long time before saying: "I've come to say goodbye to you, my time is up."